A/N: Review time! I really want to thank everyone who's been consistantly reviewing, and everyone who's ever reviewed this story! I'm serious, it really means so much to me :D
Dany: Hmmm... You'll have to see ;)
DruWentToBermuda: Heeheehee... We'll see
t: I'm happy to keep it such a mystery for you :) The next chapter comes now! :)
Sorry I haven't been updating so much! I'm SO busy with school and I'm writing applications for lots of schools :. Anyway, I'll make a deal with you guys: If you all review my stories that have 7 or fewer reviews, I'll update more quickly! :D How does that sound? LOL. Hey, I like the idea xD
Disclaimer: The Thirsty Three (my new name for Dru, Spike, and Angelus) belong to Joss Whedon as do the other Buffy characters. Wizard and Wizard-vampire people belong to J. K. Rowling, but I own their vampire personalities :)
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He entered their cave angrily, disgruntled with himself because of his inability to kill Potter. He no longer had feelings for the boy who had once been his best friend. He didn't feel anything toward him anymore; he hardly even remembered when he did. What he ever saw in that boy, he didn't know-
"Oh, hello. Have you gotten anything to eat yet? We were just about to head off..." Drusilla started, an evil grin spreading across her sunken, pale face.
"They know," Ron announced through gritted teeth.
"Who knows what?" Angelus questioned, concerned.
"The whole school, by now," Ron explained quietly. "I tried to kill Potter but the bloody bastard got away."
Angelus took the statement much more lightly than Ron had expected. He merely shrugged and said, "They won't find us if we stay hidden. They'll be too scared to leave that school. Besides, you two know magic, don't you?" He spoke to Hermione and Ron. "Can't you just do some sort of spell on us to make us invisible?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow, wondering to herself if she and Ron still had the ability to do magic despite their non-wizard forms. It was worth a shot.
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"Mr. Malfoy, we need to speak to you for a minute," Professor McGonagall announced loudly upon entering the Slytherin common room. Malfoy was sulking wide-eyed in a corner of the room. Either his vampire form was an exceptionally good actor, or he didn't have a vampire form at all.
The boy looked up, his eyes filled with fear. He stood and followed the two stony-faced teachers into an empty dormitory.
"Stand in front of this mirror, please, Draco," McGonagall ordered. The fear in her face was visible.
Professor Widdle took his stakes out of his pocket and gripped them in what he hoped was a menacing and intimidating way. It was obvious that the two teachers weren't sure of what to do in the given situation, and especially if another one proved to be a vampire, they couldn't imagine how they would be able to handle it.
Luckily for them, Draco stepped in font of the mirror with a very visible reflection. The two teachers sighed with relief. He wasn't a vampire. Yet.
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Shaken, Harry wanted to go to bed as quickly as possible. The events of the evening had disturbed him beyond comprehension. First Hermione is attacked, then he discovers that Ron is the attacker. How is he supposed to take news like that? After explaining to a few of his closer friends what had happened, he ran up to his dorm room and fell quickly asleep.
He slept soundly until late the next morning. He found the whole dorm gathered in the common room, listening to Professor Dumbledore explain that he was to escort the group down to the Dining Hall for breakfast, and if any of them chose to wander off it was at their own risk of getting sucked dry by one of the mysterious vampires. In just a few seconds they were following him through the hallways and down the stairs. Harry had no inclination whatsoever to leave the group. The last thing he wanted was to join his two best friends and become a creature of the night. That wouldn't be a fun lifestyle to live at all... Would it...?
"He's really shaken up, isn't he," Dean discussed quietly with Seamus a few feet away from Harry at the Gryffindor table.
"I don't blame him. Ron admitted to him that he was a vampire. To his face," Seamus expressed.
Their conversation was interrupted when the doors of the Dining Hall were suddenly opened. The whole school silenced in fear of who had made the move. Vampires? Another dead person? An angry-
It was a girl wearing a very serious expression on her face. She wore tight clothing and high-heeled boots that made a loud clonking noise as she marched through the Dining Hall and to the teacher's table. Three more figures emerged in the doorway, slinking inconspicuously into the room and standing near the wall.
"Can I help you?" Dumbledore asked unusually calmly. Professor Widdle stood up, brandishing a very heavily sharpened stake.
"Yes," the girl stated bluntly. "Where are they?"
"Pardon me but, where are whom?" Dumbledore questioned, a look of puzzlement visible underneath his long beard and wispy eyebrows.
"The vampires." She glanced at Professor Widdle. "You can put that away-" She slipped her own stakes out of her large backpack that was slung loosely over her back, "-I'm on your side."
"And who are you, might I ask?" Professor McGonagall inquired.
"Buffy," she said. "Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
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"Who is this girl?"
"A vampire slayer, apparently."
"Yeah, what the hell is that?"
"Someone who... slays vampires..."
Seamus scoffed and stopped his pacing around the Gryffindor common room. "Where's Hermione when you need her?"
At that statement, Harry shot him a fierce look of anger.
"What? Harry, you're not the only person here who is upset about what happened," Seamus said. "We're allowed to talk about it."
This time it was Harry's turn to scoff, but he didn't say anything.
"I've heard of the slayer," Ginny said quietly, speaking for the first time since her brother was discovered to be a culprit. "It-it's a myth, pretty much, but people believed that there was a "chosen one" who would fight demons and vampires and forces of darkness. Every time a slayer died, a new one would be born."
"I guess it's not a myth, then," Dean inferred, sitting down on a comfortable chair.
"You don't know that for a fact," Lavender explained. "She could be faking it. I don't know why, but she could be. Oh my God! What if she's really a vampire!"
"Lavender, there was a huge beam of light hitting her when she approached the head table," Seamus responded.
"And who were those other people with her?" Dean wondered aloud.
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"My friends Xander and Willow, and my watcher, Mr. Giles."
"Ah," Dumbledore said nodding. "And you're vampire killers from America?"
"Well, I'm the slayer, and they help to find and research demons and vampires," Buffy said, in a hurry to get started in finding the stupid vampires.
Dumbledore nodded and asked, "How did you find the school?"
Buffy shrugged. "Be thankful we're here. I'm going to patrol now."
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A/N: I don't know if this is true in real Harry Potter or not, but in this story if you are a Muggle and you know that the school is there/you're looking for it; you can see it. And besides, Buffy isn't exactly your average Muggle, now, is she? Please review; thank you so much! I'm so sorry I haven't been updating as often, I'll try to update more if I get more reviews requesting to do so ;)