Angel sat there stunned. Here on his lap was what his life would revolve around from now on and he didn't mind at all. He looked up at Spike to see the blonde snickering at his shock of his mate dropping right into his lap. Then he just suddenly stopped and began to sniff the air.

Spike took in as much of that smell that he could. It smelled like Jasmine with an earthy undertone. His eyes turned a golden yellow and trained on the door to the office.

"My mate is coming too. That is what the extra magic was, it wasn't just him," he said pointing to Harry. "There was another." He watched Albus' eyes start twinkling with a secret that he only knew. "You know, don't you old man?"

Albus just smiled and looked at the door. Taking the hint the two vampires did the same and a moment later in walked a young man about an inch taller that Harry, which with Harry being 5' 6 wasn't saying much. His mousy hair was all mussed up with sleep wearing his boxers and a Gryffindor t-shirt. The boy looked lean from training, but there was still a softness about him that came with being young. He walked over to Spike and curled up on his lap nuzzling his neck. He sighed and went back to sleep. "That, William, is Neville Longbottom. He's actually a friend and dorm mate of Harry's," Albus chuckled. He'd been a little surprised when Neville came into the mix and decided they wouldn't have a normal this school year as most student thought. This would prove to be very interesting.

"It's been a long night, so just give me a moment to make sure that everything is in order for your rooms. Dobby!"

"You is Calling Dobby, Headmaster? What is you-," he broke off when he saw Harry and Neville in the two vampires arms. "What is wrong with master and his Longbottom," squeaked the house elf fearfully

. "Nothing is wrong with them, Dobby. Harry and Neville a re just fine, they're asleep. The two holding them are there mates," explained the Headmaster. "Are the rooms I asked you to prepare earlier ready?"

"Yes, sir." Was all he said before popped out of the office.

"Good. Both of you follow me and I'll show you where the four of you will be staying for the rest of the year," he said walking out of the office and down the stairs. Albus waited outside the gargoyle for his companions to catch up. He watched how they held them as though they were made of glass and kept nuzzling the neck or hair of their sleeping mates. Everyone that had grown close to the boys over the years wouldn't be taking this lightly. Butting heads could be bad, very bad. It needed to be headed off before any thing would happen.

"I feel that I need to warn you of a potentially bad situation pertaining to the young men that you are carrying being your mates," he said walking through the corridors towards Gryffindor Tower. At that Spike and Angel shared a curious glace.

"What would be so bad that you have to warn us?" asked Angel. 'Couldn't be worse than demons or Cordy in a bad mood.' He thought.

"Yeah," chimed Spike. "It can't be that bad. Not like theirs much that we can't handle," he insisted. 'For fuck's sake, we're half the Scourge!'

At those words Albus had a good long laugh, along with the portraits in the corridor who figured out what the Headmaster was talking about.

"That my friends is where you would be wrong." He walked to a portrait of a man talking to a rather large Cobra while lounging in a library.

"Albus." Greeted the painting.

"Salazar."

"Albus may I ask you what my little parslemouth and his friend are doing in the arms of those men?" When he got a closer look at Angel a flash of recognition crossed his face. "Liam, it's nice to see you again after so many years. What are you doing with Harry and his friend?"

"They're our mates."

"It's nice to see him end up with one of my snakes," smiked Salazar. "Password?"

"Black flame," replided Albus.

They walked into the large living area and upon seeing that the newest inhabitants were not keen on letting go off there mates, Albus motioned for them to sit down. Once everyone was settled he brought up his previous warning.

"what so you need to warn us about so badly that it can't wait until tomorrow," asked a slightly peeved Spike.

"Those two have had hard lives. Neville's parent's have been in St.Mungo's permanently incurable ward from being tortured to insanity after the first fall of Voldemort, who killed to Harry's parents to get to Harry. Both were a year old. Harry went to live with his mother's sister, Petunia , and her fanmily who unfortunatly hated magic and Neville lived with his grandmother. Since Harry's first year he has amassed the family that he never had. These peoplewill do anything in their power to protect him, even if it meantgiving their lives. That includes Neville, William and Harry would do the same for them. When they find out about you two, mates or not, they will turn into hawks to make sure that you don't do anything wrong." Albus stopped to let that sink in.

"Just how many people are we talking about here," asked Angel, knowing he wasn't going to like the answer from the smile on the aged face.

"First there are the Weaselys. All seven Weasely children are like his older siblings. Let's see there are Bill and Charlie, a cure breaker and dragon handler; Percy who works for the ministry; the twins Fred and George, owners of the of a practical joke shop. Be carfull with anything they give you. Then there's Ron, who is one of two closest to Harry, he was part of the team to come up with attack statagies in the war. Then Ginny, the only daughter, but extreamly skilled in jinxes and curses. She the most deciving of all seven for the fact she is more vicious than the rest. Their parents are some thing to watch out for too."

"That all," asked Spike.

"No. Hermione Granger is the second closest to him. She is the smartest witch the school has seen in centuries and just as ruthless if the time calls for it. Then there are Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour, part veelas, but exteamly loyal to Harry. Then his godfather Sirius Black and his mate Remus Lupin, who is a werewolf. Remus considers him part of his pack. Those are the closest,but not the only loyal, people to him and with Neville having fought in the war with them also, William, you are in not going to get by easy. All of them are staying here and you will be seeing them later on in the morning."

Both Spike and Angel looked at the sleeping boys slightly shocked at the version of the scoobies. It was big. And they weren't going to have it easy at all by the sounds of things.

A moment later Albus turned to the blonde, "William, you asked about Molly earlier. She's the mother of the Weasely children. She all but officially adopted Harry as hers the minute he stepped into her house his second year. Be wary of her temper, which she passed to all of her children. You'll be happy to know that they made it through to the war reletivly in one piece."

"Bloody Hell!!! My little Molly has seven bleedin' kids," exclaimed Spike as loud as he could without waking the two sleeping. "I need a drink."

"Don't let Molly here that," chuckled Albus. "She'll mother you as soon as she meets you, she does it to even the most obstinant of people. Now I'll leave you to go to get some rest. Oh! You might want these." He set a small rectangular wooden box down on the coffee table. "Both like the outdoors. Have a good night." With that he was gone.

"We sould put them in bed before we open that. Then we get some rest," saaid angel carrying Harry to a bedroom where he could smell Harry's things. After setting him in a four poster bed that seemed big enough for six people, he stroked his little mate's face. When he saw Harry lean into the touch and sigh he gave him a light kiss and left the room. He picked up the box and sat down in a chair facing Spike's room. He opened the box and when he saw what what was inside he slammed it shut, shock written all over his face.

"Oh shit. That isn't what I think it is," Angel said to himself. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit."

"What the hell are you mumbling about,Peaches," said Spike coming in to the room hearing his Grandsire talking to himself. He snached the box and opened it. "Well, fuck me! Where did the old man get one, much less two. Wait, he said they liked the outdoors. It was freakin' hint." Spike pulled one out and tossed the box to Angel. They both put them on and felt them bind to the souls. "He made them permanent," whispered Angel.

"We should get some rest. We'll talk to him in the morning." Both vampires left to their roomsin a slight daze hoping that they weren't dreaming. They changed and slipped into bed and wrapped around their mates and fell asleep. Both wearing a ring of Amara.