Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) own none of the characters from either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the Harry Potter series. They belong to the geniuses, Joss Whedon and J.K. Rowling. I am not trying to take credit for their works, I am just a poor college student amusing herself by writing some fan fiction! The idea for the portrait [you'll see! is credited to Allen Pitt. Thanks for that! A few lines taken from the BtVS episode "Angel."
For the timeline and changes I made to both the Buffy and HP fandoms, see Chapter 1!
Thanks to PrInCeSsFBi, xXxIzzyxXx, MadBrilliant1880 (Don't worry, it definitely won't be Bangel!), enchantedlight, and the person who PMd me (I forget who this was, I accidentally deleted the email, and I don't know if I can find it on the site... Was it Anne79?) for your wonderful reviews! I'm glad you're all liking it so far and are sticking with it even though I'm in a small rut.
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"Buffy and I have a very special treat for you this morning," started Lupin from his position at his desk in front of the students, stacking the rolls of parchment that they had turned in earlier that period. Buffy was at the top of the staircase leading to their shared office, leaning against the stone barrier and smiling down at the class. "Although this might come as quite a shock to some of you, I assure you that you are in no danger. Now, without any further ado..." he trailed off, and Buffy took this as her cue to introduce their special guest.
"An extremely good friend of mine. I'm sure you've read a lot about him, but he's here to give you the inside scoop on what those dusty old books in the library aren't able to tell you." She twisted the doorknob and pushed open the door with a flourish, leading to a few gasps from the students. Clearly only a small handful of students did enough research to recognize him at first sight. "Are you sure you're up to this?" she asked quietly as Angel passed her on the stairs, having second thoughts about making him talk about his time as Angelus. He nodded, giving her a soft smile, amused at her concern for him.
"Is that..." Hermione started, pointing a shaking finger toward Angel as he and Buffy reached the bottom of the stairs; he perched on the edge of Lupin's desk while Buffy settled herself down on the bottom two stairs. "I mean, that can't possibly be..."
"Yep, Angelus in the flesh," said Buffy, and a large amount of gasps resonated around the room, the students finally realizing who was standing in front of them. "Though he does have a soul now, so I'd appreciate it if you were to call him Angel." None of the students said anything. "So, he's here to answer any questions you have. So... shoot." Nothing, the kids were still to frightened to say anything and were just sitting there, staring at him. "C'mon, you really think Professor Lupin and I would bring in anything dangerous for show and tell? He's perfectly harmless." Angel looked at her with a raised eyebrow and she grinned, mouthing a quick "sorry" and watching a few hands raise hesitantly into the air. She pointed to a handsome black boy in the second row. "Mr. Thomas?"
"If you are... um..." — the boy paused, and Buffy gave him an encouraging smile to which he blushed a bright red — "Angel, would you... you know, transform?" Angel nodded, and Dean looked relieved that he was out of the spotlight, only to jump when Angel morphed into his vampire visage. The room was once again filled with gasps, and Angel quickly changed back, the bumpy ridges and fangs disappearing, only to be replaced by the handsome features that Buffy was used to. "Um... Thank you," Dean said, looking quickly from Buffy to Angel and back again.
"Next?" Buffy prompted gently, and a few hands raised into the air. "Miss Bones?"
"What does it feel like... becoming a vampire?" a small brunette in the third row asked, gazing at Angel, clearly at awe over his gorgeous features.
"At first you're confused," said Angel quietly, and Buffy looked at him in concern, wondering if he could handle talking about his transformation. "When you first wake up. You don't know what's happening. It's not cold or warm, how you would have expected it to be if you had truly died. You feel something surging inside of you. The need to hunt, to kill, to destroy anything pure or innocent in the world. Not many vampires learn to control this urge." Buffy continued to gaze over at him, never having had him describe this to her. But she quickly recovered, calling on a beautiful Indian girl in the second row.
"How did you learn to control it?" asked Padma Patil, looking at him much as Susan Bones had, and Buffy smiled, knowing the felling all too well.
"For decades, I couldn't," he said, a remorseful tone in his voice, and Buffy moved to sit next to him, placing a hand on his forearm for comfort. He gave her a small smile. "For generations, my Sire and I terrorized various towns and villages, murdering and torturing anyone who crossed our path." He paused, looking over at Buffy. "But almost a century ago, I was cursed with a soul by a clan of Gypsies. Only then did I learn to control my vampiric instincts."
"What was it like being part of the Scourge of Europe?" a silky voice asked, and Buffy looked up to see that it had been Draco Malfoy that had asked the question. She sighed inwardly, wondering what he was up to. There was always a hidden agenda with this kid.
"At the time, it was all that I needed in life. A beautiful Sire and a blood-thirsty childe and grand-childe. We spent generations destroying towns in Europe and Asia and feasting on its inhabitants. I regarded killing as an art, and did it simply for enjoyment. We did things that you wouldn't even be able to imagine." Buffy looked down, briefly remembering her encounter with Angelus a couple of years ago.
"And now?" asked Draco, seemingly genuinely interested in Angel's response.
"When you become a vampire, the demon takes your body. But it doesn't get your soul. That's gone. No conscience, no remorse...it's an easy way to live. You have no idea what it's like to have done the things I've done, and to care," Angel looked down at Buffy, and she felt her heart constrict; he had said these exact words to her when he had told her that he was a vampire.
"What did you do..." said Hermione once Buffy had pointed at her, "once you got your soul?"
"After I failed to reunite with my sire, she would not have me now that I had a soul, I chose to live in isolation, controlling the temptation to feed on humans by avoiding them all together," he answered simply, not going into his history with Buffy, for which she was grateful for.
"Alright, last question," she said, smiling at the class and they groaned, interested in having the real Angelus there to answer their questions. "If you're all real good, maybe Angel can come back?" They piped down immediately, and Buffy smiled. "Right then, Harry?"
"How do you two know each other?" he asked, and the class sat up a bit straighter, obviously having wondered this as well. Buffy and Angel looked at each other, knowing they couldn't tell the truth for fear of exposing her as the Slayer.
"Buffy and I..." Angel started but trailed off, unsure of how to proceed.
"We used to work together," Buffy jumped in, saving Angel from having to stutter out a response.
"You worked together?" asked Draco, clearly suspicious. "How is that even possible when he's a vampire?" Buffy started to make something up, but before she could open her mouth, Lupin, who had been incredibly quiet throughout the whole thing, interrupted.
"That's the end of class, you'd all better run along before you're late for class," he said, and with a groan, the kids packed up their stuff and exiting the room. Glancing over at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, she knew that they didn't believe her, and she promised herself that she would tell them the full story. They had helped her so much over the past few months and they already knew she was the Slayer. What harm could it do?
"Thanks," she whispered to Lupin, and Angel gave one of his small nods, both grateful that he had cut off the explanation.
"Ah, no matter," he answered with a smile and a wave in their direction. "Knew you didn't want to go into your secret." He then bustled off to his office to get ready for their next class, and Buffy helped, wanting to put some space between her and her former lover. The rest of the DADA classes went rather smoothly, Buffy bringing in Angel because she and Lupin had been discussing vampires in each class, trying to prepare the kids for the war against Voldemort. After a quick lunch in the Great Hall, Buffy, Giles, and Angel headed up to the Wandless Defense classroom, where Angel would also be assisting. Upon entering the room, the students made their way to the locker room, changing out of their robes, before seating themselves on the floor in front of the three instructors.
"Alright, kiddies," said Buffy from her place in front of the forty or so students in her seventh year Wandless Defense class. They were all gathered around her in a semi-circle, this time more appropriately dressed in sweat pants and t-shirts. "Giles and I have a special surprise for you today. As you can see, we've got someone here for show and tell." She wave a hand toward Angel, and a few of the girls giggled and whispered among themselves; a few of the houses had already met him in a previous DADA class when she brought him in to answer questions. Buffy smiled in amusement, but ignored them, continuing on with her introduction. "As most of you already know, this is Angel. He'll be helping me with my demonstration for today." She looked to Giles to continue with this explanation while she and Angel backed further away from the kids so that they wouldn't harm any of them.
"Today we will be demonstrating simple blocking." Buffy tied up her hair into a messy ponytail and cracked her neck, smiling at Angel. "For the moment, Buffy will be on the defensive while Angel will be attacking her. Pay particular attention to the moves that Buffy-..." She didn't hear the rest of Giles' speech. She and Angel were standing about ten feet away from each other, each tensed in anticipation of what was to come. She felt the whole world slip away, as it always did when she was fighting, or was even in the same vicinity, of her former lover. The two stood motionless for a few more minutes, each not daring to remove his or her eyes from the other, before Angel lunged suddenly, getting ready to punch Buffy in the face.
Knowing that it was coming, she ducked quickly, spinning around and blocking his next punch with her left arm. She felt herself being backed up against the wall with the force of his attacks, but held her ground, leaping over a kick that was aimed at her stomach and spinning herself around just in time to block a spinning kick to her face. She was so lost in the fight that she didn't hear the gasps of the students whenever Angel attacked or Giles' explanations for the moves they were performing. She somersaulted under another high kick and then flipped herself off of the ground, only to be caught in the jaw by a swift punch. Falling to the ground, she found herself pinned as Angel straddled her thighs and held her arms above her head.
Sweating slightly and panting at their close proximity, she felt the Slayer in her beg for release. Abandoning her defensive technique, she pushed her legs off of the ground, using the momentum to send Angel flying over her. Flipping to her feet, she lunged at him, forcing him to back up in order to avoid the flurry of punches and kicks. Catching a poorly executed roundhouse kick, he grabbed her ankle, slamming her into the ground and knocking the wind out of her. Recovering quickly and not wanting to loose the fight, Buffy brought her leg up from her position on the floor, knocking his legs out from under him and sending him crashing into the mat. Quickly untangling her limbs from his, she jumped up, straddling his waist and pressing her arm against his throat, causing him to grin up at her and raise his hands in a gesture of surrender. Panting slightly, she pushed herself to her feet before pulling Angel up, mock-courtesying to the loud applause of the students.
"Alrighty then," she started, easily catching a water bottle that Giles had tossed at her. "See how blocking his attacks helped me to find an opening where I could beat him? Of course I don't suggest waiting 'til you're pinned to start attacking... but yeah, you know what I mean. Blocking equals good. Any questions?" No one answered, so she continued. "Yeah, so... Why don't you all break up into pairs and practice a few basic punches and blocks. Giles, Angel, and I'll come around to help."
There was a loud shuffling as the kids stood up and moved around the room to find their ideal partners. Buffy frowned as she noticed that each house seemed to stick to their own, but she sighed, knowing that she wouldn't really be able to change it. Pulling the ponytail holder out of her hair, she shook it out before giving Angel an encouraging smile and starting around the room. Her first stop was Harry and Ron; Ron was currently sitting on the floor after receiving a punch to the jaw.
"Ron, are you alright?" Buffy asked, holding out a hand which he graciously accepted. "Didn't block in time, huh?" He shook his head. "'Kay, look." She dropped into a defensive stance and motioned for Ron to hit her and for Harry to watch. Ron threw a soft punch, not wanting to hurt her even though he knew that she could take whatever he gave her, and she blocked it easily, letting her arm push his away from her. "Gotta move the second you see that he's starting to attack. Are you alright?" Ron nodded, and she smiled, sending Harry a playful wink before moving on.
"Buffy, I can't do this," said Hermione as soon as Buffy walked up to her. She was paired with Lavender Brown, and both girls were sweating and panting slightly. Lavender nodded. "I'm a book girl, I don't fight."
"Hey, now, don't think like that," Buffy told her, smiling encouragingly. "Remember how you told me that I'd be awesome at magic? Well, same goes for you. You're a bad-ass witch, you can block a couple of punches. Now come here." She motioned for Hermione to stand in front of her. "Alright, so I'm gonna throw a punch, try and block it, alright?" She pushed her fist out, obviously slower and less accurately than she had done for Angel, and Hermione blocked it, smiling, clearly excited that she had done it. "Good! See! Now c'mon, Lavender, your turn." She threw another punch, and Lavender blocked it perfectly. "Nice. See, you guys can totally do it. Just keep trying!"
She headed off to help people, only having to break apart one pair, Crabbe and Goyle, in fear that they would seriously hurt each other. When class finally ended, she waved the students off to dinner before collapsing onto one of the room's blue mats and closing her eyes. When she opened her eyes, Giles and Angel were both looking down at her with amused smiles, and she got up, wanting to change before heading down to dinner.
"Walk me up, Angel?" she asked since Angel had to change as well, but Giles was wearing a suit as always. He nodded, and bidding Giles goodbye, the two headed toward their room so that they could clean up before eating. "How're you doing with all of this." At his blank look, she hastened to explain. "The whole double agent thing for Voldemort."
"It's fine," he answered, but she could see the underlying emotion in his words. "I've done it before." They lapsed into a comfortable silence, and upon reaching Angel's portrait, Buffy found herself facing a familiar figure.
"Oh. My. God. Is that...?" She asked, mouth hanging open slightly in shock. She turned to look
at Angel, who looked slightly annoyed and more broody than usual.
"Why, hello, Miss Buffy. Are you having a pleasant evening?"
"I... uh... Yeah, I'm doing great. How are you... Spike?"
"It's William, Miss Buffy. I have no idea what that... vampire is doing with my body," he said, a slight twinge of disdain evident in his voice at the mention of Spike, and Buffy continued to stare at him with her eyes wide. He was dressed in a tan suit with an orange tie, his hair was a curly mop of brown, and he was wearing glasses; hardly the Spike that she was used to.
"How... is... what?" she stuttered, looking between Angel and the portrait of William, wondering how this was possible.
"Apparently the castle thought it would be funny to put up a portrait of Spike as the entrance to my suite," Angel muttered, glaring slightly at the portrait, and Buffy smiled, slightly amused at his bitterness.
"I attended Hogwarts as part of Hufflepuff, Miss Buffy. In the eighteen-seventies. Because I was..." — he paused — "murdered, it is now possible for my portrait to come alive," he said as way of explanation, and Buffy smiled a bit more at his formal speech.
"Well... William... Angel and I have to get ready for dinner now, but it was very nice meeting you," she said, nodding her head slightly. "The real you, that is." She gave Angel a small grin and headed off down the hall to her suite. "Hey, Charles," she greeted the knight in the painting once she reached the door to her rooms. "Slayer."
"Of course, Miss Buffy! Have a good night!" Stepping into her room, she made her way to the bathroom to take a quick shower before slipping into a pair of her favorite, most comfortable jeans, a white tank top, and a pair of flip-flops. Not bothering to dry her hair, she brushed it out quickly, leaving it down so that it would dry on her own. Grabbing her wand, she tucked it into the waistband of her jeans and opened the door to the seating area, only to see Angel there waiting for her. He was sitting on one of the couches, dressed in black pants and a black sweater which contrasted nicely with his pale skin.
"Oh, hey," Buffy said when she saw him, and he stood to meet her. "Sorry, didn't know you were here, would have been quicker."
"No problem," he said with a soft smile, gesturing for her to move toward the portrait hole. She took his lead and walked over, stepping out and into the hallway, turning right so that they could make their way to the Great Hall.
"Did you know Spike when he was... like that?" she asked, waiting so that he could catch up with her.
"Not really," he said with a small shake of his head. "He was never as... ruthless as I was, but I never knew him when he was such a..." He trailed off, unsure of how to continue.
"A mini-Giles?" she supplied helpfully, and he smiled her description.
"Exactly," he responded, following her down the staircases to the Entrance Hall. Reaching the doors to the Great Hall, Angel opened the door for her, stopping so that she could enter before him. She smiled at him and walked over to the staff table, ignoring the jealous stares the students were giving her and Angel. Pretty much all of the girls had developed crushes on him after they realized that he was good, and Buffy had captured the hearts of most of the male population the first time she walked into the room.
"Hey Lupin, Giles," Buffy greeted with a smile, letting Angel hold out a chair for her. "How're you guys doing?" She grabbed a roll off of the table and bit into it, content as its rich, buttery taste filled her mouth.
"Very well," answered Lupin, sending her a warm smile from his place next to Giles and grabbing a piece of chicken. He gave Angel a look and Buffy rolled her eyes at his protectiveness. He seemed to have the same mentality as Giles; that her and Angel were bound to get back together.
"As am I," Giles answered in his stuffy British way. He leaned closer to Buffy, not wanting Lupin, who was occupied with his chicken leg, to hear what he was about to say. "Any news from Voldemort?" Buffy shook her head, but mentally conveyed that he would be the first to know if anything came up. She glanced over at Lupin, feeling slightly guilty for not letting him in on her secret, he had become like a brother to her after all, but knew that she didn't want to put him in any more danger. They all spent the rest of dinner engaged in pleasant conversation, and after she was finished, she walked over to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, wanting to catch them before they left the Great Hall.
"Hey, guys," she greeted, straddling the bench next to Harry and helping herself to a cookie.
"Hey, Buffy," they chorused and Buffy gave them a smile.
"Wanna come up and hang out with me? I really don't want to get started on those essays yet." She made a face, and Hermione giggled. "But I know you guys have homework to do, so I won't be that offended if you decide not to." When the agreed, she smiled, grabbing an untouched apple pie and a couple of forks from the table and standing up. "Slayer metabolism," she explained at their confused looks. They all got up and headed toward the doors, Buffy sending Angel and Giles a small wave before exiting. Together, they made their way to Buffy's suite, laughing and talking all the way. "Hey, Charles! Slayer."
"Right you are, Miss Buffy. Go on in." The portrait swung open to reveal her suite and the four stepped in, Harry, Ron, and Hermione gasping at the sight.
"Wow..." Ron trailed off, taking in all the space that she had.
"Perks of being a teacher at a fancy British boarding school," Buffy said, smiling at them and gesturing for them to take a seat on the couches in the sitting room. "So, whats on your mind? You three're being all quiet. It's sort of wigging me out." There was a short pause before Harry answered.
"How do you really know Angel?"
"I... uh... We sort of dated," she answered, knowing that they would find out eventually and wanting to be the one that told them.
"Sort of? What do you mean sort of?" asked Hermione with a raised eyebrow, knowing that there was something more to the story. Harry and Ron, however, didn't seem to notice this little detail and were concentrating on the more important point.
"You dated a vampire?" asked Ron, clearly confused about how a Vampire Slayer could date a Vampire. "You knew he was a vampire, right?" Hermione gave him a look at his lack of tact, which he either didn't see or chose to ignore.
"Of course I knew," Buffy answered, giving him a withering look. "Angel and I... it started out with us just working together... With all the slayage, and him being useful when I had to go kick the crap out of stuff... But after a while we just... we fell in love."
"Why are you not currently together?" asked Hermione curiously, and Buffy could tell that she was pressing for more details. Ron and Harry were both looking at her expectantly.
"We... Well, you're going to find out sooner or later. When I was seventeen, Angel and I... we... made love." — she felt Harry shift next to her but ignored it — "As it turns out, there was a loophole with the curse. If he was to experience one moment of pure happiness, he... he would loose his soul." Buffy stopped for a second, feeling a flood of memories rushing back to her and suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable that Harry and Ron were there. Hermione put her hand on Buffy's shoulder in a gesture of comfort, and Buffy continued, wanting them to know the whole truth. "Angel... he... Well, to make a long story short, he went back to Spike and Drusilla, and they plotted to destroy the world. Big surprise, right? He wasn't the Angel that I had fallen in love with; he killed someone close to me and tortured me and my friends for months. At the end of all this, it was just me and him left. Me trying to close the portal to hell that he had created and him trying to... kill me so that he could end the world. We fought and I... I killed him and sent him to hell." She felt the tears starting to stream down her face but brushed them away quickly, not wanting to show weakness in front of the trio.
"Oh, Buffy..." started Hermione, at a loss for words, her own eyes filling with tears at the internal battle her friend was struggling with, while Harry and Ron sat silently, not saying a word, but clearly both were affected by what she had been through.
"But it wasn't him... Angel... Willow... she had... restored his soul. It wasn't Angelus that I killed, it was Angel." Buffy whispered, letting herself relive the emotions that she had felt slightly over a year ago. "But he came back. By some miracle. The Powers That Be said that they weren't done with him yet. He said that he had been there for hundreds of years. Of torture."
"Blimey," said Ron at her pause, not knowing what else to say. Harry nodded his agreement.
"We tried dating again, but... It had been too much. We couldn't make it work. He left me at the end of last year. Said that he wanted me to be able to be with someone normal. Clearly that didn't work out," she said and gave a small laugh, bringing up a shaky hand to brush away her tears. "I teach at a wizarding school for god's sake."
"Do you still love him?" asked a soft voice, and Buffy looked up to see that it was Harry who had asked the question. She looked straight into his eyes and inwardly gasped at the amount of emotion that was swimming behind the bright green.
"I... I'll always love Angel. He was my first love, and in some way, we'll always be attached to each other. But I'm not in love with him anymore. We both know that it wouldn't have worked out, and we've moved on." Harry seemed pleased with this answer, giving her a small smile that she returned.
"A Slayer dating a vampire," mused Hermione, and they both turned to look at her. "It is rather poetic, is it not?"
"Giles said that exact same thing to me a while back," Buffy smiled, remembering this conversation with her Watcher. Having put all the heavy stuff behind them, the four talked for a while about light-hearted things, finishing the apple pie before Buffy looked at the clock and noticed that it was already eight o'clock. "Crap? Is it really eight? You guys better get back to your dorm so that you can finish all of that fun work you have assigned." The trio bid her goodbye and headed off to Gryffindor tower, leaving Buffy to get ready for patrol. She pulled on a sweatshirt and grabbed a few stakes and a dagger and headed out of the portrait, making her way down to the forbidden forest.
She patrolled for about half an hour, not coming across anything unusual, until she stumbled upon a group of cloaked figures in a small clearing in the middle of the forest. She crouched and moved toward the group, hiding herself behind a tree to avoid being discovered. Leaning forward, she strained to hear what they were saying.
"This Slayer," said a deep voice, but Buffy couldn't make out the face of the speaker from beneath his hood. "Keep an eye on her. While the Dark Lord may trust her, many of us do not. Just because she is the Slayer does not mean that she will not betray us to Dumbledore."
"Yes, sir," answered another voice, and Buffy had to bite back a gasp after realizing that it belonged to none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Are you sure it's wise to doubt the Dark Lord's decisions, Avery?" said another voice that Buffy immediately recognized as Snape's. "I doubt he would be pleased with you if he were to find out."
"How would he find out, Severus, unless you were to be the one that would tell him," snarled the Death Eater who had first spoke. "We all know that-..." However, he was cut off by another voice.
"There is someone here," said a raspy voice, and Buffy could see that he was sniffing the air. "It's the girl." There was a shuffle as the Death Eaters took in the news and broke apart to find her. Knowing that she had been found out, Buffy stepped into the clearing, pocketing the dagger that she had been clutching.
"Hey boys," she greeted, mock-cheerfully, and they all turned to look at her. "What're you all doing out here? Throwing a wild party?"
"Miss Summers," one of them greeted, and they all gave slight bows of their heads. Buffy cocked an eyebrow, but figured that she was a higher rank than them now that she was Voldemort's secret weapon. "What a pleasant surprise seeing you here tonight."
"Yeah, I'm sure," she said sarcastically under her breath. "You didn't answer my question," she continued, pulling rank on them, knowing that they had to obey her if they didn't want to be punished by Voldemort. "What are you doing here."
"We are here to have a talk with Severus and young Draco," another Death Eater responded, and Buffy fixed her gaze on the young Slytherin.
"Draco, huh? You a Death Eater now?"
"I-..." he started, but was promptly interrupted.
"Draco has decided to take the place of his father since the Potter boy sent him to Azkaban two years ago and must stay out of the public eye as Voldemort freed him a few weeks ago," answered Snape and Buffy nodded.
"Ah, right. What about?" she answered, turning away from Snape and back toward the other Death Eaters.
"I beg your pardon, Miss?" one answered and she rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"What were you talking about?" she asked, not wanting them to know that she had overheard them earlier.
"We were informing them that The Dark Lord would like them to keep an eye on Dumbledore," he answered, and Buffy nodded, not believing a word of it.
"I see. Well, now that you have played messenger, I think it's time for Mr. Malfoy to head back to the castle. It's almost nine, and we wouldn't want anyone to suspect that something's up, would we?" The Death Eater nodded and hurried to agree with her.
"Of course, Miss."
"Great! So why don't you boys all head on home and get a good night's sleep, and Severus and I will lead him back. Please tell Voldemort that he can call on me whenever he needs me." With a final nod, she gestured for Draco to follow her, which he did, and led him and Snape out of the forest, up the lawn, and into the castle. "Alright, Draco," she said once they had reached the entrance hall. "Go on up to your dorm, 'kay?" Instead of arguing with her like she had expected, he simply nodded and bade them goodnight before heading down to the dungeons. Giving Snape a look, they both headed off to the Headmaster's office to relay the information that they had just collected.
"Hey," Buffy greeted as she and Snape walked through the doors of Dumbledore's office, and he motioned for them to take a seat. "We come with news." At a wave for her to go on, Buffy continued. "That Draco kid is a Death Eater. I knew he was up to something!"
"Not a Death Eater, per say," added Snape. "But he is taking orders from Voldemort."
"I see..." said Dumbledore, twisting his long, slender fingers through his beard. "And what does Voldemort wish for him to do?"
"Well, not Voldemort exactly, but some of the Death Eaters want him and Snapey here" — Snape shot her a glare — "to keep an eye on me. They don't trust me, and think that Voldey is stupid to."
"They held the meeting in the Forbidden Forest," said Snape, wanting to move on before Buffy started to rant. "I believe it would be in our best interest to place a perimeter around Hogwarts in order to alert us when someone other than a teacher or a student enters school grounds."
"Agreed," Buffy piped in. "What if they want to try and grab Harry or something? We gotta make sure something like that doesn't happen. I won't let it. It's my job to protect him."
"Excellent idea, Severus, I will get right on that in the morning. Now, if that is all, I'm sure that you two would like to enjoy the rest of your evening." Understanding his subtle dismissal, both Buffy and Snape stood up and bade the Headmaster good night before exiting the office, each heading off in different directions; Snape to the dungeons to do whatever he did at night and Buffy to Giles to tell him what was up before heading to her room to start grading the massive pile of essays that she had accumulated from her various Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.
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Well that's the end of this chapter. I know Ron's not in it that much atm, but I haven't really found a huge role for him yet. I know it's kinda slow right now, but I gotta lead up to the ass kicking that Buffy's going to do some how! Hope you guys enjoyed it anyways! Drop me a review on your way out!