Watch Out World

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Summary: Spike and Angel at Hogwarts. How bad can it be? AU, possible slash

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter characters are not mine.

Author's Note: This story is dedicated to Kev, because I couldn't start posting this story without his help.

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Helpful tips: zeros (0) mean change of character, words in italics are thoughts and surrounded by quotation marks means thought speech, words in bold mean excerpts from something written like a book or note

Chapter Four

Hermione sat with Ron in the library, reading up on vampires. Books were scattered around on the large table, some with tabs marking pages and others discarded as useless.

"I still don't know why we can't just ask Spike." Ron complained. Hermione gave him a look as he set his thick book on the table.

"I don't like him. I think both of them are creepy, but Spike more because of his cocky tone." Hermione replied. "Besides, who know if he can even tell mortals about himself or vampires."

"Why wouldn't he be able to? I mean, he told us…" Hermione rolled her eyes, cutting him off.

"I mean facts Ronald." Ron grimaced like he always did when she called him by his full name. "Who knows if he could tell us what we want to know."

"Well that would depend on what you asked me luv." Hermione yelped and jumped as the vampire materialize beside her. Beside her, Ron grinned.

"Neat! How'd you do that?" He asked. Spike grinned and leaned back in the chair he pulled over. Hermione put a hand over her heart and tried to calm it.

"Vampire ability." He said. "Now put those bloody books away. They don't tell the truth anyway." Ron grinned triumphantly at Hermione, who was glaring at the revelation. "All of the authors are mortals. They don't understand us enough to write about us."

"I believe you." Ron said. "None of the books said anything about abilities…." Hermione scowled. "Don't mind her, she's infatuated with books. So? What can you tell us?"

"Well. The thing is, vampires are not all equal." Spike began. "Like me and Angel. If he says not to do something I won't do it because he's my Sire. He turned me."

"He did?" Hermione asked.

"Well, He Sired Drusilla. She was my Sire but when she died, my bond with her broke and I was technically Sireless. Angel took me in and made me his Childe."

"So it's like the concept of parentage. One parent dies another can take over." Hermione confirmed, mostly for the confused-looking Ron. Spike nodded.

"And like mortal we usually live in family groups, Clans. They are headed by an old vampire and rank is made as he makes children, and they make children."

"Sounds nice, actually." Ron said. Spike smiled. "So is Angel…?"

"He never started a Clan. He wants to, now that he doesn't have to help slay rogues." Hermione opened her mouth but Spike beat her with an explanation. "Rogues are young vampires that leave their Clan because they want to rebel."

"I read that you don't have souls." Hermione brought up. Spike blinked and his lips quirked.

"We don't. They left our bodies when we became vampires. But we can still have feelings. It usually takes a few centuries before we calm down and accept what we've been, what we've become, and what our future might hold. It's not hard and takes less time if we have a Clan."

"Ah. Amazing." Hermione said. Her hand itched to write this down, but there was nothing nearby to write on or with.

"Well I'm off. I've been exploring all night and I'm beat. Besides, the suns starting to rise and I won't be able to get back to my rooms if the suns shining everywhere. Hey, that reminds me. What are you two doing up this late?" Spike asked curiously.

"We were researching." Hermione responded. "To help Harry."

"He won't really need your help. Not like that. He has Angel to teach him." Spike stood and stretched. "See you around." He melted into the shadows and Hermione sighed.

"I thought you didn't like him." Ron teased.

"I can learn from him. I like that." Hermione sniffed. Ron snickered. "Oh go shut up."

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Spike strolled through the slowly brightening halls, searching for any clue as to where the kitchen was. So far he was having no luck in finding the blasted thing and wished that Dumbledore would have just had the blood sent to his rooms like he did the other night. "Bloody castle." Spike growled. He lifted his head as he heard a set of footsteps heading his way, echoing from the corridor ahead.

"Ah, maybe it's Snape." Spike murmered. He sped up and blended to the shadows, only to find that the person was not Snape. Instead he met a young man with bleached blonde hair.

"Who're you?" The boy asked snottily, giving Spike a thorough once over. "You're not a student, or a professor."

"Quite right." Spike agreed, grimacing in distaste at the blonde's hair. "And I'm on a tight schedule. Now tell me, where can I find the kitchens?"

"The kitchens?" The boy asked. "Tell me who you are first." Spike scowled, looking at the large window just to their right.

"No time, now tell me or I'll sick Angelus on you." Spike grouched. The boy smirked.

"What kind of name is that?" The boy asked haughtily. "Lamest one I've ever heard."

"Oh? And what kind of mother allows their son to butcher his hair like that?" Spike shot back, in no mood to chat anymore. "Now tell me where the bloody kitchen is!"

"Holy fuck!" The boy leapt back as Spike felt his vampire face come into play. He bared his fangs for extra intimidation. "The kitchen is down this corridor, to the left. Behind the painting of a bowl of fruit. Tickle the pear and it'll let you in."

"Thank you." Spike said, reverting back to his human face. He blended back into the shadows and made his way quickly to the kitchens. He tickled the pear and climbed in through the hole behind the painting.

"You must be Spike." Spike turned to the source of the sudden voice, only to find a man with graying hair and amber eyes. His robes were tattered and old, and he looked thin.

"Yeh." Spike said. The man motioned to a box.

"Dumbledore had the house elves prepare that for you. Said you would be stopping by when your other supply went low. He wanted me here to make sure a student didn't take it." Spike strode over and ruffled through the contents—bags of blood. Yum.

"Well thanks." Spike said to the friendly man. He sniffled a little. "Werewolf." He stated with no feeling. The man stiffened.

"Vampire." He returned, equally stiff. They both relaxed.

"I guess Dumbledore told you everything." Spike said. The werewolf nodded.

"Harry's my godson of sorts." The man said quietly. "When can I see him?" Spike cocked his head.

"Dunno. Whenever Angel's done bonding with him."

"I see. Well, can you tell him I said hi and I can't wait to see him?" The man pleaded.

"What's your name?"

"Remus Lupin." Spike nodded.

"I'll let him know." Spike gathered the box under an arm and left the kitchens.

TBC

Night Five