Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince…And Others
Chapter Eleven Spellshock

Drusilla pulled helplessly on her chains. Days had gone by and she'd been left here, all alone...Miss Edith lay cracked on the ground beside her, and pressing her chin to her chest, she could see her amulet glinting softly. She snapped her teeth loudly at it, her face going bumpy as she looked around her prison.

Pulling again on her chains, they held steady, and she tossed her head.

Throwing it back, she screamed into the night.

"Whoa, Whoa, hey..." Oz/'Ron' held up his hands defensivley as the girl tried to hug him. She looked confused for a moment before taking a step back and crossing her arms. Setting his hands on his lap, he looked around. "Hey, uh, I kinda need your help..." he said softly, examing the long robes on the chair next to him.

"With what?" the girl asked softly, sitting beside him and trying to take his hand, which he moved in time to scratch at his head, still looking around at his surroundings.

"I'm not Ron."

Snape was fuming at his desk.

Seething, perhaps more appropriatley, would be the word.

Draco fidjeted in his seat, trying to look casual with his arms draped over the back and his robes falling about his long body.

"What.Happened?" Snape growled in two grounding words, his hands clamped on the edge of the desk.

Draco shrugged, his face white and his lips dry as he ran his tounge over them.

"I dunno. I haven't been seeing her, and she hasn't been helping me lately..." He said, his voice shaking. Snape looked down at the wood of his desk, his jaw working furiously as he gritted his teeth.

"Well figure out," he said lowly, dangerously, "What happened, or you'll bleeding well have to pay for it!"

Anya sat in the large bare room and took a deep breath.

She sat crosslegged in a large circle of sand and breathed in. Candles flickered at five points of the circle, and incense burned inthe bowl set before her, and water rested in the bowl next to it.

The water was calm as Anya sat still, but as she began muttering the Sumerian words - strong and sure - the candles flared higher, and the inscence smoke wafted faster in a long circle, and the water began slowly to ripple out from the center.

She repeated the chant five times over and opened her eyes. She was concentrating, feeling the familiar coarse of magic flowing from the ground, through her, and out to the five candles, making them flare and falter with each breath in and out.

Closing her eyes again, she summoned the image of a face in her mind, and slowly, her hand guided her to a large country on the aged map next to her. Still her eyes were closed as she let the power redirect into the map. And as the power surged, she called out, loudly, and strongly:

"Godess, grant me the gift of communication. Grant me the gift of safe being, and of a winged messenger. Grant me that I may send forward my need of help to another...Grant that she whom this mesage reaches is brought safely and unharmed...Godess, grant me my wish and depart."

She repeated this in Sumerian, and in Egyptian and a few demonic languages, and still the power surged into the aged map.

And then she opened her eyes to see the water rolling in small waves, and the incence smoke swirling higher and higher...and the candles were flaming, the heat unbearable almost, but she continued, and spoke her message loudly, clearly.

"Willow..."

Buffy held the hot cup with two hands, slowly descending into the dungeons. As she passed, candles flickered on. Nibble, now tall as her waist followed on soft hooves and claws, his heavy beak snapping in surprise with each flaming candle. At the bottom, she turned down a large cooridor with buckled and locked doors on either side.

Pulling the wand from her pocket, she counted the doors, stopping at the fifth on. Pointing her wand at the lock, she whispered the pass word, and the door clicked softly, opening to reveal a small dungeon. At the point of her wand, torches lit up, illuminating the room with their soft blue glow.

A rustle awakened her senses and the reason of her being. Nibble darted ahead, and she heard a muffled cry.

"Slayer...come to taunt me with pretty words and fresh blooded animals?" she called softly with a laugh.

"Drusilla, you really are crazy, you know?" Buffy laughed, forcefully, and set the cup on the ground. Drusilla gaurded her warily. Buffy could see that she had worked on pulling the chains, for they wee softened and worn. Her dress was caught up with mothballs at the hem, and Miss Edith had been kicked away, a sliver of a crack running down her porcelain face.

Drusilla's face was pinched and drawn, and Buffy picked the cup up again and held it out.

"Hungry?" she offered. Drusilla sniffed, looking at the cup with insane hunger and distrust.

"Nasty filthy beasts. They don't scream when you drink, and there's no fear in the cup. It's all spilt...sunk down in the dirt...Pigs and cows..." Yet she allowed Buffy to tip the cups contents into her mouth, and drank almost ravenously what she had sniffed away before.

"So, Dru...wanna talk about things- like how you've been hanging out with Draco and Snape?" She asked once Drusilla had finished and licked the red from her lips. She smiled wickedly.

"Daddy will hurt me if I say..."

"Voldemort." Buffy stated dryly. Drusilla smiled and nodded happily.

"He is ever so impatient..."she said sadly.

Buffy opened her mouth to say something when the pounding of feet on the steps brought her attention away, and a moment later, Dawn arrived huffing in the doorway. With a distgusted look at Dru, she turned to Buffy, eyes wide.

"Soemthing happened to Ron..." she said, excitment and fear shaking her voice. Buffy looked once more at Drusilla before her wand swept over the room and she dashed from her room, pulling the door shut as Nibble darted out seconds before.

"All alone in the dark again, Miss Edith.." Dru called into the dark.

"It's Oz..." Dawn whispered as the sisters entered the room. A Ron-looking boy sat on the couch, looking relaxed, and his voice was level. Hermione sat, hands clasped before her, in another chair. Harry sat alone on his own couch, and Dawn immediatly sat next to him and grasped his hand. Dumbledore sat next to Ron/Oz, and Spike was leaning casually against the firplace, hands shoved in the pockets of his duster. Buffy walked slowly into the room, regarding everyone in it with slow calculating looks. When her eyes rested on Oz/Ron, her eyes narrowed, and he smiled.

"Hey Buff." he said casually, his voice somewhat off from the short man with outrageaous hair Buffy had known.

"Oz?" He smiled and she rushed forward to embrace him.

"How've you been?" she exclaimed over him, and he shrugged, leaning back and kicking his feet up.

"Been traveling lately, visiting Shamans and packs all up here- in Europe. Met a few guys in Asia and China, met a witch-doctor in Brazil and another werewolf in Mexico."

"Been around the world then, huh?" Buffy joked, a smile plastered on her face.

"Yeah..." he looked down and stared hard at the black linen of his robes. "How's Willow?" he asked softly.

"Good." Buffy said assuredly. Oz smiled and Buffy was reminded of the fact that i this /i wasn't Oz's body.

"So what happened to you and Faith?" she asked, and the room was crushed with the reminder of recent events. Oz got a far off look in his eyes and looked down at his knees.

"Not good. This Voldemort guy...he's really serious. And he's got a snake like, twenty feet long."

Next to Dawn, Harry shivered, and she grasped his hand and looked at him reassuredly. He smiled and turned back to the conversation.

"Is Ron okay?" Hermione asked from her couch, seemingly drowning in her robes as she pulled her knees to her chest. Oz looked to Buffy and then to Dumbledore.

"He won't hurt Faith or Me, but with Ron...I'd be more concerned with putting us in our rightful bodies for now."

Buffy smiled, and Dumbledore, silent till now, spoke up, automatically catching the rooms' attention.

"Perhaps when your friend, Miss Rosenburg arrives, she shall be able to help us out with a few of our problems, yes?"

Willow looked over to Kennedy and frowned.

"Kenn, could ya put that back? I, for one, do not envy becoming a shish-ka-bob!" Kennedy gave her girlfriend an eyeroll and replaced her spear on the shelf. Outside, the hot Brazilian sun beat down on their small home, and the air conditioner was broken, leaving the two inhabitants of the house intensly aggravated with each other.

"Chill. I'm just practicing, kay? God, it's like you don't trust me not to spear you." Kennedy turned away with haughty huff and Willow frowned again, the creases in her young face deepening.

"Hey, Missy. It's not that I don't trust you! I just don't trust that spear when it flies out your hand and spears me!" Willow remarked, turning back to her laptop and typing furiously. Kennedy looked back at her girlfriend and headed for the door.

"I'm going out." she said shortly, yanking open the door. Willow turned back sharply.

"Kennedy!" she called, but the Slayer was already gone.

Turning back she sighed when a cold feeling overcame her, and her eyes unfocused.

i "Willow," /i a voice said in he head. i "Willow, we need you in London..." /i

Dawn giggled, following Harry up the stairs and into the Sixth year dorms. Harry pointed his wands over his shoulder, and the door locked as it clicked shut. Dawn dragged him down into the bed, and he followed her.

They rested for a monet, catching their breath as he looked down, her brown silky hair fanned out over the scarlet bedsheets. Her fingers traced his features before pulling his lips down to hers.

Harry was lost for a moment before he regained feeling, his lips working slowly and almost cautiously over hers as her hands skimmed over his body. Propping himself over her, his free hand ran over her body, touching lightly over the swell of her breasts and lingering over her belly, before moving lowly and drawing her robes up over her thighs.

She swallowed when his fingers touched on the sensitive skin there, and she smiled, kissing him lightly again. No words were spoken as she rolled over him and began kissing a steady path down his neck, pulling away at the robes there and she kissed lightly on his pale chest. His hand roamed over her back, his left hand fisting in her hair as he dragged her lips back to his.

Giggling she pulled away and straddled him. Uncertainly, his fingers played at the hem of her robe as it was pushed up to her midsection, exposing pink cotton panties. She smiled down at him again and he continued...

Spike watched Buffy from their bed as she disrobed. As she leaned over her drawers, he spoke up.

"Don't put those on." he said as she held up an oversized shirt and cutoffs. Looking over her shoulder at him, she saw his hungry look and smiled. Hands sliding behind her, she unclasped her bra and shimmied her panties down her slim legs. He watched as she stood before her full size mirror, brushing her hair. When he groaned uncomfortably, she listened to him unclasping his jeans.

"Come to bed." he said hoarsely. Grinning, she turned, bouncing lightly on her toes as she approached the bed. But instead of crawling into his waiting arms, she pulled the comforter and topsheet away and climbed in. Turning onto her side, she called perkily over to him.

"G'Night Spike."

He groaned heavily and reached for her. Tired of making him suffer, though she didn't think he'd done enough of it, she let him kiss her hungrily, hands sliding over her body as she responded eagerly to his touch.

"Love you, love you so much." he said as he pulled from their kiss. Buffy smiled touching his face softly.

"Love you too, Spike."