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Author's Note: It begins a bit of cross-overs here. I hope you enjoy it...

Chapter 27 -- Field Trip Part Two

The next day, she made breakfast and kissed Kat good-bye as they were going to the second part of their journey that morning. Kat left the house and Rowan turned to the kids. "Ready?"

Madison groaned about the use of the Floo again, and Draco grinned at her. "How about we just shimmer?"

"Uhm, Professor?" Hermione asked, "Where are we going?"

"Just a little place called California. Come on, circle up."

And when they were ready, Rowan shimmered them to Los Angeles. Madison opened her eyes and looked around her. "Mom? Uhm, where are we exactly?"

"Downtown Los Angeles, California; we need to see an old friend." She heard Draco murmur something about her having a lot of old friends. "There's the building." They all turned as a many headed unit to stare at the sign 'Wolfram and Hart, L.L.C.,' Rowan ignored the questions the teens were begging to ask and walked to the front door.

"Good morning. I have an appointment with Angelus." She told the blonde woman behind the desk.

"Your name?" her question was a bit on the sarcastic side. Her tone was haughty. Rowan decided she didn't like this woman.

"My name is Rowan Black. These are my students…"

"We don't give field trips here." The woman cut across her without allowing the completion of her sentence.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to the group behind her. Mason, recognizing his mother's irritation took a step back and pulled the others with him. They were watching her intently. "What was your name…dear?" Harry thought of Professor Umbridge when he heard Rowan's voice.

"Harmony. I work here. I am supposed to be here. Who're you and why did you bring a group of brats with you?"

"I have introduced myself once, but because you are obviously here as a favor to someone I will tell you again. Rowan Black. I have an appointment with Angelus. If you could see fit to notify him of my arrival, I would appreciate it."

The blonde woman sneered at her. Draco thought momentarily that they must be related somehow, but dismissed it just as quick. "Whatever. Sit over there. I'll let him know you are here, when he gets around to calling out from his meeting." She pointed at a group of seats. The kids were moving toward them; as much to put distance between themselves and the anger building in their teacher, and to just get a better 'ring-side' seat.

"Perhaps Wesley Price would be available rather than pull Angelus out of his meeting.?"

The blonde stammered as she looked at the woman. "What did you call him?"

"Wesley Windom Price."

"No, no, the other one."

"Angelus?" The blonde nodded. "I have said his name several times." Harmony picked up the receiver and called security; turning her back on the woman, she begged them to get there as soon as possible.

Rowan turned to the group of teenagers, subtly; she raised her hand, indicating that they stand. She held out her index finger, indicating to the group to pull out their wands. They then saw her single finger make small circles. Harry caught the meaning immediately. The teens stood in a circle, facing outward, shoulder to shoulder, waiting for the worst to come.

A tall bald black man came around the corner at top speed followed by a dozen men and women carrying weapons. The second story area was suddenly covered with people wearing black hooded suits aiming weapons at the group. The man, surveying the large open room, saw nothing out of the ordinary, except seven witches and wizards and a woman. It seems everyone else had cleared out. "HARMONY? What are you calling us for?"

"She called him Angelus." Harmony said barely above a whisper.

"You TWIT. I called him Angelus, because that's his given name."

Smiling, the handsome black man said, "You must be Rowan," as he extended his hand which she took while throwing the blonde another look of irritation. "Are they with you?" He asked indicating the group of teenagers.

"Yes. We were supposed to meet with Angelus and Wesley this morning, but bubble-head here, decided to be a bit…rude… and not bother to check her records. Dumbledore sent us."

With a grimace at Harmony, Gunn turned back to Rowan, smiled and offered his arm. "Come on guys, everyone goes together." He said, pulling Rowan along with him, not bothering to notice that no one had put their wands away.

The office was beautiful. Wesley sat, fidgeting, in his chair. Angel scowled behind his desk, and Fred was about to ask something else as they heard the knock on the door. "Come in." Angel said.

"Hello, Angel. This is Rowan. She had an appointment."

"Hipee…" he said to himself, but to everyone else he said "Please come in. Did you bring everyone?" Rowan nodded and introduced everyone. Angel did as well. "Dumbledore has asked that you take the weekend to do whatever research you need. Fred will assist the text research. Gunn and Spike will help Harry and whoever with the weapons. Wesley will be working with one of you on family business... some kind of 'watcher' stuff."

"And you Angelus? What will you be doing?"

"I will be sitting here, pretending that I don't exist as long as you are still in my building." Harry had a flash of his birthday his second summer of Hogwart's, but didn't say anything. "Oh, and guest quarters have been set up on the eighth floor. Just a word of warning, should you choose to explore the ninth story and above, you may fall into a hell dimension. Don't bother, I won't come get you. One trip to get her," he pointed to Rowan, "was enough."

"It wasn't a real hell dimension, exactly, it was…never mind." she didn't finish her thoughts.

Fred stood and asked who the researchers were. Ginny, Hermione and Draco raised their hands. She indicated that they follow her.

Gunn asked who Harry was. Harry raised his hand. "You are with me, who else will be working with the weapons?"

"Me, uhm, Ron, and uhm, Mason?"

"No, you, Ron, and Madison." Mason cut his eyes at his mother, but said nothing. The others left with Gunn.

He waited until the room only held himself, his mother, Angel, and Wesley. "Mom? Uhm, what am I supposed to be doing?"

"You, dear, will be working with Wesley on a Watcher-only known spell which will give you some insight as to your family history. He was a bit hesitant about helping you, until he found out that you were Sirius' son. He owes me a life debt from long ago. I am collecting on that now." Mason left with Wesley.

"So, Angel, how's the soul?" Rowan asked him when they were finally alone.

"Not too bad, better than the alternative. How's Sirius?"

"Dead apparently, but that's one of the reasons I asked for your help. He fell through the Veil in the Department of Mysteries. Do you know about that?"

"I was aware of the 'incident', but the Ministry kept it very quiet. Remus told me more than anyone else."

"Would you mind, doing a little recon, next time you are in London? I would like to know more about the veil."

"No plans to go to England; took me over a hundred years to get rid of that horrid accent. But I will ask the Senior Partners if they know anything. Seems the least I can do for the descendant of one of my ancestors."

"Thank you. Now, can you show me to my room? I am tired." he nodded and they walked out the door. Rowan smirked when they passed Harmony. "I don't like her. She is rude."

"You don't say? I'll talk to her again. She's a bit… protective of me." Rowan raised an eyebrow but said nothing more.

Sunday evening, Hermione, Ginny, and Draco said their goodbyes to Fred. They had each learned ways to research old text and believed that they would be able to find a way, if one existed, to defeat Voldemort. Fred assured them that they would, also indicating that they would be available if they needed additional information.

Harry, Ron, and Madison were bruised and bloodied when they returned; but so were the security team headed by Gunn. The three had a crash course on hand-to-hand combat. Gunn, like Fred, assured them that they would be ready to face whatever they had to; vowing that he would be proud to stand next to them.

Spike looked very different than before as he was bruised and beaten badly. He had lost that cocky walk, to be replaced with a wince and pain from probable broken ribs. Madison told him that she really enjoyed beating on Spike, because he reminded her of Draco. Draco laughed out loud, saying something about 'better him than me…'

Wesley and Mason were the last to arrive in Angel's office. Mason was stone silent. Wesley said nothing. Rowan looked at them both and announced it was time to leave. She assured Angel that they would see one another soon. Spike asked them to leave then, as it was dark, because he would like to join them on their next leg of the journey.

Finally, the group walked from Wolfram and Hart's building into the late evening of Los Angeles. Spike put his arm around Rowan, "Your daughter there has a lot of pent up emotions about something."

"Why are you going with us?" Rowan asked ignoring the slight on her daughter.

"You travel faster than I can." He raised his bruised eyebrows at him.

She shook her head. "Circle up."