Well hello my dear and faithful readers. I would like to thank my dear cohort Pink Zelda for the last chapter. I personally felt it was hilarious, but part of that might be because I know her. Anyway, due to popular demand I'm trying to fit in the old characters more this chappie. However I kind of forgot what was going on since it took a while to update the last time. I'm going to try and stick more songs in because I feel they give the story a mood. That's just me and it may drive you crazy, but I won't put all the lyrics, I'll just say "whatever song" plays. Or that somebody starts singing it. I'm going to renew my disclaimer here: I don't own Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Pirates of the Caribbean, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the Beatles, The Barenaked Ladies, Moxy Fruvous, The Arrogant Worms, any other pop culture references I may make or any of the characters involved. So, I'll try to remember what I was talking about, and get on with it. This one goes out to Meg Cabot for making Mia be obsessed with Buffy too. It makes me feel better about myself. At least I don't have an action figure of Giles with a sombrero. So, on with the show!

"So there's a creepy psycho stalker following Spike around?"

"I always knew there was something wrong with that guy. Anyone who has hair like that is messed up. I mean it's PLASTIC!" Hermione glanced over at Spike, who was staring at Linnea, who was trying to look like she wasn't staring at Spike. It was the end of all the new students' first day, and our lovely heroes from way back when, when this started were sitting in a corner of the common room. They were discussing the events of the day.

"Wow. He's got it bad," Ron commented.

"Huh?"

"Spike. Oh come on! You can't tell? Hermione, you need to get your nose out of a book long enough to see what's going on around you. Spike has a major jones for Linnea. I mean, haven't you noticed how much he's been watching her. And he sat next to her in every class. He's in love, or at least he thinks he is."

"When did you become a psychologist?"

"Um, I just, I uh, I kind of know how he feels. But um, the person that I really liked is really kind of incapable of returning my affection anymore."

"And when did you get an actual vocabulary?"

"Shut up Hermione! I'm serious. I, I really liked someone."

"Ron, did you like Arwen?"

"Maybe."

"You did didn't you?"

"Can we just not talk about it? Please? I'm still getting over it."

"But talking is a good thing-"

"Hermione, just leave it ok?" Harry interrupted. "We're all dealing with this freaky thing in our own way. I mean, Voldemort's tried to hurt me before, but no one's died. Except for Quirrell, and I don't think he exactly counts. Now you may deal with this your way, which is talking about it. Ron here really can't see how you can talk about it, and personally I need some time alone just to accept it. So please Hermione, for our sake, just leave it."

"Fine. I'll leave it. But I really need someone to talk to, and if you're not going to help, then I'll go find someone who will," Hermione snapped and stalked off and up the stairs.

"Ok, that really didn't go over well." Harry grimaced.

"Thanks though Harry. If she had kept pushing, I think I might have been sick. I was right there when it happened. I really just don't want to think about it. I'll never see her again." Ron sniffled a bit, and covered his eyes. "I'm just going to go upstairs for a bit," and hurried up to the dorms.

"Well. That conversation went just wonderfully." Harry muttered to himself, and went to sit with Spike.

Andrew stood in the entryway to Hogwarts looking around in amazement. The Lucy person had left to go find a teacher, and he was stuck standing here until she came back. But that didn't mean he had to be bored.

"I'm James Bond, infiltrating enemy territory by using my suave manliness to charm the sexy aid to the evil villain. I have to be secret. I can't be seen by anyone else," he started running around and hiding in shadows, then jumping out and doing a flying somersault to get to the next corner. Lucy walked in on him rolling across the floor with his hands held like a fake gun.

"Ok Andrew, we know you like to be obsessive, but isn't this a bit much? Come on, we're going to see Dumbledore. Maybe he'll give you a job as a janitor." The two walked through the hallways and to the stairs leading to Dumbledore's office.

Into the lion's den, thought Andrew. I have to keep my cool, be mysterious and smart. I have to outwit him and get Spike and Buffy to come back. Stupid First. He just had to go and appear so that we needed Buffy back. Then I had to be the one to go and get her. Huh. But I'll defeat this Dumbledore character using my superior wits and my cool intellect when others are in danger. They reached the top of the stairs and Lucy smiled at Andrew.

"Ok you cute little poofter, I have to go now, but Dumbledore's in there." And with that she turned around and left. Andrew stood for a moment, his mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out. Finally he managed a soft squeak that sounded a little bit like "You're leaving!"

A half hour later Andrew found himself walking into the Hufflepuff common room. There were still a few of the older students up finishing their homework, but most of the Hufflepuffs went to bed promptly at 9:00.

"Uh, hi." Andrew stuttered. He wasn't quite sure how he had gotten here, but he knew it had involved a hat and him not being suave. There was something wrong with that picture.

Hi, newbie and welcome to Hufflepuff!" one of the girls smiled at him. "I'm Celia. What's your name?"

"I'm Andrew."

"Hi Andrew. I think you'll fit in just fine here in Hufflepuff. We try our hardest to make everyone feel welcome and wanted!" the girl was smiling so hard Andrew was afraid her face might get stuck that way. As he stood there watching the Hufflepuffs close in on him with their smiles and brightly colored pajamas involving bunnies and baby chicks, he knew with a certainty greater than when Willow had been chasing them, that he was doomed.

"Hey Spike." Spike glanced up at Harry, taking his eyes off Linnea for only a moment before going back to staring.

"Hi,"

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Go ahead. Do whatever you feel like. It's not my choice." Harry sat down.

"Um, this could just be me, but you seem a little bit off. It's not like I've known you for a long time, but you don't seem like the kind of guy to brood like this."

"Well it's not my fault. It's not like it's easy, thinking you've found your soul mate, and pretty much telling everyone that and then finding out that she actually means nothing to you compared with what some girl you only just meant does. Doesn't really inspire confidence in trusting your emotions anymore. I mean, what if I try to get her to like me, and tell her how much I love her, blah, blah blah, then it turns out that I meet someone else and suddenly she's nothing to me except a good friend?"

"Well I'm really not the expert seeing as I've only had one girlfriend, and we've had a rather odd relationship anyway. Most people don't have to save their girlfriend from their parents' murderer. But if you ask me, you should really think about how you feel. Is it just an obsession-you want her because you can't have her? Or is it that you can't live without her? When you can't see her, and when you're not around her, it actually hurts? I mean, sometimes even physically hurts. If all you can think about is making her happy, and the only way you can be happy is by being with her. And sometimes that means just talking, not kissing or anything like that, just sitting together, watching a good movie maybe, or just hanging out. If that's how it feels, then I'd say go with it. If it's just that you need her because she's hot, or because she's another Slayer, or something like that, then it's not real. But in the end you're the one who has to be the judge."

"You know, for being some random British kid who's only had one girlfriend, you're pretty good at describing how this feels." Spike raised an eyebrow. The random girl Olivia suddenly popped up out of nowhere.

"YOU DID THE EYEBROW THING! YES!" then disappeared.

"Ok. That was weird. Anyway, I know about it because I've felt it. I don't know about having thought you were in love, but I know about knowing you're in love. Actually, I haven't seen Elizabeth much lately. S'cuse me, I need to go see my girlfriend."

"Bloody poofter. Can't just give advice like that and then run away, s'not ethical. Well, s'now or never." He looked over at Linnea. "I have to do something." He paused for a moment. "Oh god no. Bloody stupid impulses of being in a fanfiction. I will NOT do that."

"Oh yes you will, or you'll never get Linnea," the narrator informed him. "So you better hurry up and start planning, or someone else will get her first."

"Fine then. But you're a shirty poofter too."

"What's a poofter?"

"You're British too, figure it out!"

Hermione reached the top of the stairs in the girl's dorms and paused for a moment. She wasn't sure she wanted to be spilling her heart out to someone she barely knew, but there wasn't anyone else she could go to. She sighed and knocked on the door.

"Come in," came Buffy's voice. Hermione opened the door and stepped into Buffy's room. It was a little bit odd, especially since she's never even known the room existed until recently.

"What's up?" Buffy asked from the kitchenette where she was making a sandwich.

"Um, I kind of heard you were a shrink where you used to live,"

"I was a counselor. Not the same thing, but I guess for you it must seem pretty close."

"Yeah, well I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Sure. Just have a seat and I'll be right over," Hermione sat down feeling acutely uncomfortable, and Buffy joined her a moment later.

"You want something?" she asked, nodding towards the kitchen.

"No that's ok. I'm fine."

"So, what do you need to talk about?"

"You know that whole thing with Voldemort?"

"Yeah."

"I knew a lot of people who died. I just don't know how to deal. I'm scared and sad, and no one will talk to me. Harry and Ron just want "time alone" to get over it. If I don't get out how I feel, I think I might go crazy."

"I'm really glad you came to me. Death is a really hard thing to deal with, believe me I know, and it's almost impossible to get over it without someone to talk to. So, just let everything out."

Two hours later Hermione left Buffy's room, feeling a lot less confused, but a lot more stressed, as she hadn't finished her homework yet.

"Thank you so much Buffy. I really needed that." Buffy just smiled tiredly. It would take a while to clean up all the dirty Kleenex from the living room floor and coffee table, but it was worth it. And now she had an idea that she felt would be good for everyone involved in the incident. "Well, I have to go finish my homework, see ya."

The next morning Linnea woke up to sun shining directly in her face.

"Ok who opened the window shade!" she demanded angrily, pulling her covers over her face and opening her eyes slowly to let them adjust. She had issues with too much light. No one answered. "Hermione?" No answer. Linnea lowered the covers slightly and looked around. Her eyes were still squinty, but she could see a little. There was no one in the room.

"Hello?" she threw the covers off and opened her eyes all the way. The room was empty and all the rest of the beds were neatly made. Am I late? No, the clocks all said 7:00. Quickly Linnea changed out of her pajamas and walked out of the room…

Only to find Spike standing right outside her door. He was holding a microphone and behind him were a couple of the older boys who had a band.

1,2,1,2,3,4!" the drummer yelled, and the band started. And Spike sang.

"Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something
I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand.

Oh please, say to me
you'll let me be your man
and please, say to me
you'll let me hold your hand.
Now let me hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand.

And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide.

Yeah, you've got that something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something
I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand.

And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide.

Yeah, you've got that something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll feel that something
I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand." Linnea stood for a moment with her mouth hanging open. He had stolen her plan! But he liked her too! Suddenly she grabbed the microphone from Spike and nodded at the band, which started again.

"You'll never know how much I really love you
You'll never know how much I really care
Listen do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell whoa...
Closer let me whisper in our ear
Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, oo...
Listen do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell whoa...
Closer let me whisper in our ear
Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, oo...
I've known a secret for a week or two
Nobody knows just we two
Listen do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell whoa...
Closer let me whisper in our ear
Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, oo..." Spike had a reaction slightly more alive than Linnea's had been. Although he spent most of the song staring, by the end he had started to smile, and just as she finished the last word he stepped forward and kissed her in front of most of Gryffindor. People had been streaming out of their dormitories from the moment they heard the first notes of the songs, and now they all oohed and aahed at the sight that they had all seen about five times already that year. But for some reason, it never seemed to get old, because you could feel the love radiating from Spike and Linnea in waves, and it made everyone happy to see a happy couple get together.

Everyone except for one person. Buffy stood towards the back of the crowd, and when Spike stepped forward, she pushed her way out of the cramped area and up the stairs back to her room. Although she would have denied it, there were tears running down her face.

Oooh, dramatic ending! If anyone can spot the 10 Things I Hate About You reference in this chapter I'll dedicate the next chappie to you. Also I would like to thank Scarlet Lark for her WONDERFUL review. You actually gave me suggestions. tear Thank you. See, I gave you more characters this time! The only people I think I left out were the LOTR people, Elizabeth and Jack, and I'll definitely have Elizabeth and Jack in the next one. And Sam and Frodo will probably show up. So, you guys know what to do. It's the only way to say thank you for such a long chapter. This thing is like 10 pages long. One review can be the inspiration of an entire chapter. REVIEW!