Chapter Five

Day Four

8:40 a.m.

Voldemort's Lair

"Do I have to kill people?" Spike was startled out of his doze by the soft voice of his childe, and looked down to confirm that the boy was indeed awake. His bright green eyes were clouded with worry.

'Guess that proves that Willow's mojo worked.' Spike thought. 'There's no way this childe is soulless.' Spike smiled gently at the boy. "No, you don't have to kill people if you don't want to." He assured. Harry pulled out of his grasp and green eyes met blue.

"That's not what I heard." Spike tilted his head. "You already know that there are vampires, obviously. And now you know, if you didn't before, that there are people who can do magic. Wizards."

"Course I knew before. Had…have a friend who is a wicca." Spike revealed. "So this isn't too much of a shock."

"Well, I bet you didn't know there was a school for young withces and wizards to go to." Spike blinked into shining green eyes. "You didn't."

"Bloody hell…..no joke?" Spike finally asked. "Where?"

"No joke." Harry said. "And it's here, if we're still in Britian." Spike leaned foreword in interest.

"Well then, I'll be damned. Red and her girl would have loved to know this! Tell me more." Harry nodded.

"It's a private school. Children get invited when they turn eleven. They get a letter formally inviting them and a list of school supplies by owl post." Spike tilted his haed and Hary must have taken it as a sign to explain. "We use owls to deliver mail. They never get lost and always find the person you're contacting."

"Really?" Spike asked doubtfully. He'd seen and heard many strange things, but owls delivering mail was one of the strangest.

"I have a snowy owl named Hedwig." Harry said. "You'll have to meet her if we ever get out of here."

"We will. Now tell me more about this school. I'll have to mail info on it to Red and Glinda." Harry blinked at the names. "Willow and Tara." Spike said once he noticed Harry's confusion over the names. "One thing you'll notice about me is I give everyone nicknames."

"Right. Well, the classes all rock at Hogwarts. My favortite is D.A.D.A., or Defense Against the Dark Arts. It focuses on teaching us about the different species of demons and creatures, and how to fight them. It also focuses on curses and counter curses."

"I wonder if we have the same kinds of demons in both worlds." Spike mused.

"You'd probably like the class if you could understand, agree with, or like the teacher." Harry said.

"The teachers a bit loopy?" Spike asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"The Headmaster hasn't had the best of luck in finding the right professor. The guy he hires is always either some sort of creature or out to kill me." Spike winced. "But moving on, I also like Charms and Transfiguration. Chamrs focuses on teaching us how to do regular charms, like levitation and stuff. Easy. Useful. Tranafiguration teaches us how to turn things into other things."

"I'd like that one." Spike said immediately

"We also have Herbology, where you learn about plants of our world. Then there's Divination. I dropped it because it was hokey. Plus the teachers was batty. There's also Care of Magical Creatures, you can guess what that one's for, and Potions. That one is my least favorite."

"Why?"

"The teacher hates me. The feeling is mutual." Spiike nodded knowingly. "Then we have flying classes."

"Flying."

"On brooms." Spike snorted. "Oi! Don't diss it, there's a really fun game you can play on them. But I'll teach you about it later." Spike tilted his head.

"Why?"

"The other guy is awake and bored-looking." Harry said, motioning to Angel. "Plus I want to learn about what I am now." Spike looked over at his Grandsire.

"Harry, that's his 'interested' face." Harry frowned. "You'll learn to distinguish one broody face from another all in due time, but for now I'll answer all of your questions." Harry nodded and gathered his thoughts, while Spike stretched out his sore mucsles."

"Feeding." Harry finally said.

"Simple. You'll be feeding from me or Angel for a while. It'll strengthen our bond." Spike said. "After that it'll be up to you. You can survive on animal blood if you want, but human blood is far better for you. More nutrition and what not." Harry wrinkled his nose in an automatic reaction, but his stomach rumbled.

"What bond?" Harry asked.

"It's a Sire/Childe bond. When a master vampire, an old and powerful vampire, drains a human and turns them they can turn them into two different things. A minion or a childe. Because I fed you quite a bit of my blood, you're a childe. If I'd have stopped at any point before you were finished drinking you'de have become a minion."

"Not important in other terms, right?" Spike nodded. "So what's Angel?"

"Other than a poof?" Angel grunted in warning but Spike ignored him. "He's my Sire's Sire. My Grandsire, your great-grandsire."

"You make me feel old." Angel grumbled from the corner.

"You are." Spike tossed back. Then he turned to Harry. "But t me he's more like my Sire. Took care of me after I was turned because my true Sire was a bit barmy." Harry bit his lip to hold back a laugh. "Now, most vampire's belong to a Clan. A Clan is made up of the founding Sire and his/her childer and minions. Our Clan is called the Order of Aurelius. The Master, who is very old and powerful and dead, was the founding Sire of our Clan. Darla was his childe, his only childe, and Angelus was hers. Angelus made Dru, my Sire, and Penn who is dust by now. Then there's me an' you, an' a bunch of minions who are roaming about somewhere. Angel is now the Head of our Clan because The Master and Darla are dust. As the Head of our Clan, I had to ask him to turn you into a childe."

"Why?" Harry turned to Angel, who answered the question.

"All vampires must ask the head of their Clan before making a childe. It's the way it's always been, and I believe it's because the heads want to make sure the Clan's childer are strong and able."

"Enough of this now." Spike interrupted, watching his childe struggle with the hunger. "You need to feed." He said to Harry. He opened his arms and Harry practically fell into them, vampire face to the fore and ready to feed. "You've been struggling with the hunger since we mentioned feeding."

"Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, just let us know when your hungry. We do tend to blab a lot." Spike smiled in satisfaction as Harry suckled on his bleeding wrist.

TBC