Wolfram and Hart's New Guest

By jessebelle

A/N: I'll save explanations for later. Just enjoy the chapter.

Hermione Granger was not having a good day, or she had bee, it's just gotten a hell of a lot worse. When she came back to consciousness, she quickly evaluated her situation. Hands bound, cement floor, blindfold; yep, she'd been kidnapped. This was a first for her, and it only took her a moment to decide she didn't like it. Then her mind switched to survival mode.

First of all, who was her captor? Was it Voldemort? Death Eaters? Or just a random sicko that had taken her? She assessed her situation and it didn't take long to realize she wasn't feeling the after effects of a stunning spell like stupefy or petrificus totalus. Nor did she feel the after effects of any spells, good or otherwise. This led to the conclusion that it wasn't a witch or wizard, which ruled out Death Eaters and Voldemort. But while the thought comforted her in a way, she still had to worry about who had taken her, and why? She had no way of discovering the answers to those questions at the moment, so her mind jumped to the next dilemma.

Where was she? From the feel of the place it was cold; that coupled with the cement floors brought up a few possibilities. Cellar? Warehouse? Factory? She stretched out her other senses and slowly gathered a few more clues to her whereabouts. There was salty smell in the air, and if she listed closely she could hear waves…the wharf. She had to be at the wharf.

Great, she knew where she was, but still…who had taken her there, and why? Slowly she began to work at her bindings; she was not some damsel in distress and couldn't afford to wait for the Order to notice she was gone and form a rescue. IF she wanted to get out of here alive, she'd have to do it herself.

Dear Daddy,

I've got your little pretty, but left her little dog with you. She'll be fine and I plan on having great fun with her. Miss Edith says to watch out for the pretty snake man, he carries a very mean stake. I'll see you later at my tea part.

Love,

Dru

"Bloody Hell!" Spike groaned at the note.

"I second that." Angel placed the note down and sighted.

"What!" What did that mean?" Sirius was beginning to panic.

Angel sighed again. "It means she was taken by Drusilla, my childe. I'm sure you've read about her too."

Remus nodded. "Yes, you tortured her to insanity by killing her family before finally turning her. You mean to tell me she's kidnapped Hermione?"

"Yes. Don't worry though, we'll get her back."

"How?" Bill didn't look convinced. "For al we know you're helping her and this was a set up."

Spike rolled his eyes. "Right, we arranged for your headmaster to call us and offer us Hermione. Real likely, mate."

Bill went to retaliate but was interrupted by the boy-who-lived. "Why are we just standing around? We need to do something!" Harry couldn't take it anymore. His best friend had been kidnapped and they were arguing over nothing.

Xander nodded. "The kid's right. Arguing is getting us nowhere. We need to find Hermione. Angel, any ideas of where Drusilla might've taken her?"

The vampire shook his head. "No, but from the note it sounds like she's fine, for the moment. I'm sure she's left us a clue, though, considering she sent this."

"Right, so we need to find the clue. Is it in the letter?"

Angel shook his head. "I don't know. I can't make out her ramblings. Spike's better at unraveling her riddles then I am."

The blond nodded and took the letter. "Okay, the little pretty means Hermione. Not sure about the dog comment though."

"Uh, I think that means me." As one the room turned to stare at Sirius. The innocent convict flushed. "Um, I'm an animagus, which is the ability to turn into an animal at will. I'm a dog." He turned into Padfoot and back to show them.

Gunn whistled. "Impressive. Now wonder you escaped prison then."

"Yes, well, I was innocent."

"Back to Hermione, please?" Ron's voice was pleading.

Spike nodded. "Okay, that takes care of the dog. She says Hermione's going to be fine, so I wouldn't worry. If Dru was going to hurt her, she'd let us know. I don't know what the snake man comment is, but apparently we need to be on guard-"

He would've continued but was interrupted as another person entered the room. "Angel, what in the world are you standing around for. Your two o'clock is here and he's a very important client."

Angel rolled his eyes. "Eve, I'm kind of busy here, why don't you reschedule-"

"No, do the word Very Important Client mean anything to you? He's waiting in your office as we speak."

"Eve!"

"Have fun, brood boy. Listen to what he says." And she left before the vampire could retort. Angel sighed in annoyance.

"Right, I guess I have a meeting to get to-"

"You're going to go to a meeting when Hermione's been kidnapped!" Ron wasn't the only one feeling this, and even Angel's group looked surprised.

"No, I'm gong to go and cancel the meting you can come with me. I have better resources in my office to find her."

As one the large group left the conference room and made their way down the hall to Angel's office. They were almost there when Remus stopped suddenly.

"Sirius, do you smell that?"

The animagus quickly turned into Padfoot and back in he blind of an eye. His face was grim. "Yeah."

"What is it?" bill looked to the two elder wizards in concern.

They answered in unison. "Lucius Malfoy."

Those that knew who they were talking about were instantly on edge at Remus' and Sirius' answer.

"What?"

"We have to find her, he has to be involved."

Both exclamations came from the Weasely boys, both alarmed at the new information.

"Who is Lucius Malfoy?" It was Xander who asked the million dollar question, though he had a feeling he already knew. Both Sirius and Harry opened their mouths to answer when Remus stopped them with a glare. He turned back to Angel. "He's a very bad man and a big reason why we sent Hermione here for protection which makes me wonder what he's doing here, meeting with you."

Angel let out an unnecessary, frustrating breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's a long story, but basically I've never met the guy, he's a former client, and if what you're saying is true then we'd be happy to help you guys take care of him.

"I knew it. You're evil!" Sirius burst out. Remus turned to his friend with a glare that plainly said 'shut up! But the animagus continued anyway. "What? He said he'd help us 'take care of him'. If that doesn't scream evil then I don't know what does."

"Everyone Shut Up!" Harry finally broke, his worry for Hermione pushing him over the edge. He didn't care about Malfoy; right now his thoughts were firmly on his best friend. Everyone turned at his outburst, giving him their complete attention. He sighed. "Thank you. Right now Hermione is missing, possibly with Death Eater, most likely with this crazy vampire you're talking about. I don't care about Lucius Malfoy, I don't care who's evil or not, right now I want you to go in there, get rid of Malfoy, then help me find my friend. Otherwise, Ron and I will do it on our own, and if case you've forgotten, I've got a price on my head, we're in a strange city, and the brains of our group is missing."

"Hey!" Ron interjected, but a look from Harry had him rethinking his words. "Right, sorry, go on." He nodded at Harry to continue.

"Thanks, no where was I?"

"Brains of your group missing." Xander offered with a smile; he liked this kid. Not many would willingly yell at a group of adults, let alone two master vampires, a werewolf, and what appeared to be an escaped convict. The kid had guts and he was also right.

"Thanks. So you can continue acting like children and Ron and I will go out, probably getting ourselves killed leaving you to explain to Mrs. Weasley why we're dead, or you can work together and find Hermione, possibly dealing with Malfoy as a bonus."

"He's right you know. We should probably start looking for her. I don't know about you, but leaving her with Drusilla for an extended period of time screams bad idea." Xander said, pointing out the reality of the situation.

Suitably reprimanded, the men off the group all looked at each other and came to a silent agreement that they'd need to work together and fid the girl. After a nod of agreement from Remus, Angel took charge.

"Okay, it's obvious we need to get a few things out in the open. If anything, just so we know the fire power we'll haven when we go after Hermione. Right now I'm sure Hermione is safe, Dru doesn't do anything without a reason and I'm betting she's taken Hermione just to get my-."

"Our." Spike interjected.

Rolling his eyes, Angel conceded. "Our attention. So she's most likely tied up, but unharmed."

"But we don't know that for sure." Sirius pointed out.

Spike nodded. "True, but if she isn't fine then she's dead. Dru isn't into playing with her food when she's trying to make a point. And as much as I hate to say it, I agree with Peaches here, she's fine, possibly roughed up a bit, but fine. So our immediate problem is this Malfoy character."

"Right. I'll go in there and toss him out. You guys say he's bad news, that's good enough for me."

"Not to mention that Eve wants you to listen to him." Wesley pointed out.

Angel nodded. "Even truer. I'm assuming you don't want him to know you're here?"
Remus nodded. "Yes, if he sees us he'll report it back to Voldemort and the war will be brought back here to LA, and Hermione."

"Right, you can go back to the conference room. Wesley, can you?"
"Of course; it'll also give us a chance to get each other's stories. Gentlemen, if you-"

"Wait!" Everyone turned to Bill. "I have an idea."

Remus raised his eyebrows. "Can it wait?"

The red head shook his head. "No, it has to do with Malfoy."

"Continue."

"He doesn't' know we're here, and is mostly likely here to get help from the firm, right?"

Angel nodded his head. "Most likely. Eve's been harping about his guy for a while, saying this would be a good deal to take. That usually translates into it's an evil plan."

"Exactly, he's here for help for You-Know-Who. He's not expecting us to be here, or that Angel here isn't evil, right?"

Realization formed in Remus' eyes. "Right, meaning that if Angel would agree to help,"

"We'd get an idea of what Voldemort's plans are. Brilliant Bill." Sirius finished the thought in awe.

"So you want me to spy on this Malfoy guy for you while Hermione's been kidnapped?" The war must be more serious then Angel had though if they were willing to put all their worry for the girl aside just for a spy.

Bill shook his head. "No, not at all. But if you go in there and play nice, or evil in case, and reschedule your meeting, we'd get rid of Malfoy for now so we can start searching for Hermione, have time to plan the rescue, and convince you to help us."

Angel looked to his team for answers. If he said yes to this thing he'd be involving them all in what appeared to be a dangerous war.

Wesley spoke up. "Angel, I think we should don this. I believe I know what war they're speaking of and if I'm correct, even if we just help them gain information, we'd be saving hundreds of lives."

Angel took in the information then turned to the rest of the group. "You all agree?"

Xander and Spike nodded, as did Gunn. "Angel man, this Riddle character is a serious bad guy. They definitely could use the help, especially Potter other there."

Angel was confused. "Riddle?"

"We'll explain later, right now you should go reschedule the meeting."

"Angel sighed. "Okay, we'll help. Anything special you think I should do?"

Remus nodded. "Give him what he wants." Angel's brow furrowed and in a deadly calm voice Angel gave an answer that made the Fang Gang's blood freeze. "Angelus."

"Mr. Malfoy I presume?" The blond Death Eater looked up in surprise from where he'd been perusing Angel's weapon collection.

"Yes, you'd be angelus then?" He gave a kid smile that Angel knew was full of anything but nice, and held out a hand to shake. Playing the part angel looked in disgust at the offered hand. Malfoy gave him an interesting, if not offended look and slowly withdrew the limb. "You're late."

Angel raised an eyebrow ala Angelus. "Yeah, sorry about that. Actually no, I'm not. You're here to meet me, presumably regarding your boss Riddle. Something came up that was a bit more important then your boss who's an entire continent away."

"You won't be listening to what I have to say then?"

'Angelus' rolled his eyes. "Sure, if you come back later, say same time next week. Otherwise, your loss."

Lucius' face bore no expression. "I see. And is there a reason you can't talk now?"

'Angelus' ignored the question for the moment and plopped down in his chair behind his desk, and when seeing the barely controlled look of disgust on Malfoy's face, leaned back and placed his feet comfortably up on the desk. Then he calmly looked up and addressed the wizard in front of him. "You need to realize who's in charge here, Mr. Malfoy." With in seconds he was in front of the blond with a powerful group on the man's throat. Malfoy tried to go for his wand, but 'Angelus' had the cane away faster then he could even think to grab it. "Ah, ah, ahh! No going for the wand. We vampires have thing about pointed wooden sticks. For some odd reason we dong' like to go 'poof'. Now, I didn't ask you to come al the way to Hell-A to meet with me, nor do I care if you leave. But understand one thing. I'm in charge, and you'd best remember that if you plan on coming back. I'll hear your sales pitch, but only because I know your boss is good for business. Personally, I think he's pretty pathetic. I mean, come one, who can't kill a baby. But what are you gonna do? So…if I let you go, you'll remember that I can snap your neck like I already snapped your wand?"

Lucius' eyes widened as he looked to Angel's hand where, sure enough, his wand was dangling in two by its dragon's heartstring. He nodded.

"What's that? I can't hear you?" The vampire tightened his grip.

"Y-e-s." the wizard managed to choke out.

'Angelus' promptly let go and he fell to the floor. "Good. Now, my secretary can show you out and if your boss chooses to send you back, I'll see you next week. Either way, get the hell out of my office."

Lucius quickly scrambled to his feet as gracefully as he could. When he got to the door, Angelus coughed. "Forgetting something?" The blond turned to see him holding his cane, minus his broken wand. It was only by luck that he managed to catch it when it was thrown at him. "And make sure to dispel those rumors I know you came to verify. I'd hate for your boss to think I'd gone soft."

Lucius' eyes widened only enough that Angel was barely able to catch it, but it was enough. "Of course. Good day Angelus." The Death Eater replied calmly, though by his heartbeat he was anything but.

Angel gave an evil grin. "Good day Mr. Malfoy. Harmony?"
The blond secretary was already waiting when the door opened. "Yes boss?"

"Escort Mr. Malfoy outside and help him contact his boss. We had an accident and he may have some trouble getting home." Malfoy's eyes did widen at that. He hadn't realized he couldn't apparate.

"Sure thing boss. Right this way Mr. Malfoy."

Angel watched them leave just in case and smiled as his vampire hearing picked up on Harmony's words to the wizard. "Hey, what hair products do you use, because I gotta say, I'm lovin' the look." And when he was sure the two blonds were out of sight, he left to join the others.

When Angel had left to go masquerade as his evil counter part, the rest of the group had gone back to the conference room to share information. Once there, a nervous Sirius voiced his concern for the plan. "Do you think he can do it?"

It was Xander who answered, rubbing his jaw at a memory. "Believe me, if he wants to pretend he's Angelus, there's no way to tell he'd ever had a soul."

"So, we're here to share information, stories…let's get on with it." Spike was his usual impatient self.

"Of course. Now I'm guessing you're al from the wizarding world?" Wesley asked. The group of worried wizards nodded.

"Yes, you seem familiar with it. Are you a squib?"

"No, I used to be a watcher. We were required to learn about your world in case the slayer every got involved with it. We're merely taught the basics of course."

Sirius then turned to Gunn. "And you? How did you know about my…ah...escape from Azkaban?"

"After my legal upgrade I was given all sorts of information on wizarding law. I can't tell you much about day to day life, but I can give you a rundown on your ministry and the Wizgamont." Gunn supplied.

They then all turned to Spike, who'd just lit up a cigarette. "I've been around for over 125 years; you think I haven't encountered your kind?"

"Then how come that Angel bloke was clueless? He's been around longer then you." Ron asked with the Weasley finesse.

Spike's bravado failed. He rolled his eyes. "Fine, it might've helped that I was a wizard before I was turned."

Everyone's eyebrows rose at that. "Really, I don't think it's recorded anywhere in the books." Wesley raised an eyebrow.

"Nor in any wizarding history. What family do you come from?" Remus asked in tune with the former watcher

Spike just took a long drag. "Not those nancy boy Malfoys if that's what you're thinking. The hair's dyed mate. But, I will tell you I'm a pureblood."

"You won't tell us who your relatives are?" Sirius looked skeptical.

"Yes Spike, some of your family could still be alive; assuming you didn't eat them like Angel did his?" Xander pointed out.

The vampire exhaled loudly. "Bloody Hell, you're not gonna drop this are you?"

"No" Wesley said, which was chorused by Remus.

"Fine. I know some of my family's alive as I still check up on them from time to time, though it has gotten considerably smaller thanks to that Voldemort chap. I'm a Longbottom, William Longbottom, and for the record-"

"So you've known who we are for the entire time and haven't said anything?" Harry asked incredulously.

Spike grinned wolfishly. "A'course, makes it all interesting. Don't have my soaps here so I need some form of entertainment."

Everyone in the Fang Gang look at Spike in annoyance. The wizards all look disbelievingly. "You're kidding, right?"

Xander rolled his eye. "No, it's sad but true. So, for those of us who don't have a clue what's going on, care to share?"

Remus nodded and opened his mouth to explain when the conference room door opened and Angel walked int. The vampire looked more pensive then ever.

"Well?" Wesley asked his boss gently, he knew how much acting like Angelus bothered him.

Angel nodded. "It's done, he's convinced. I left him with Harmony." A

At this those that knew the blond secretary winced. "Did you have to be so cruel?" Xander asked, sympathetic to the evil wizard.

Angel nodded. "Yes, he needed to really believe I was evil. I also snapped his wand so hopefully he's smart enough to figure out a way home."

"He'll be fine; all Death Eaters have a portkey with them for emergencies."

Angel looked at the assembled group then looked to Remus for an assessment. "Okay, so what have we figured out?"

"Both of your associates know a little of our world, and your friend Spike used to be a wizard. Apparently he neglected to inform us of this bit of information out of boredom.

Angel turned to Spike, eyebrows raised. "And in the over125 years I've known you you've failed to mention this why?"

Spike shrugged and took another drag. "Never came up. Now can we fill in Droopy and Peaches? I'd kinda like to get to the life saving bit. I'm itchin' for a good fight."

"Of course," Remus said, once again reminded of their time constraint. "To make it simple, witches and wizards have always existed, our magic comes from within' unlike most of the Wiccan witches I'm sure you've encountered. We have our own society, complete with government, hospitals, schools and the like, and only select muggles know about us."

"Muggle?" Xander asked.

"Yes, a non-magical person. As for what's happening now and why we've send Hermione to you for protection, about 20 years ago a dark wizard, Tom Riddle began terrorizing the wizarding world over a sore subject for our kind, purity of blood. He believed those of muggle origin should be eradicated from our society and that purebloods should rule the world."

"So he's like Hitler."

Harry, tired of staying quiet, answered and took over the Q&A. "Yes, just like Hitler. A prophecy was then made involving him and me, he killed my parents, lost his body somehow, and everyone thought that somehow, as a baby, I killed him. The wizarding world got a break, then I reentered it, Voldemort came back, and now he's tormenting Hermione."

Ron then picked up the story. "That's why she was sent here instead of spending her last year actually at school with s. Of course, she was kidnapped anyway, so can we get on with the saving thing because we-"

"There is no we." Ron turned to his older brother, but Bill held up a hand to stop any protests. "Mum would kill me and you're supposed to be in school anyway. In case you forget you're also a target and with Malfoy here and us having to fight who knows what, you're not coming."

"That goes for you too, Harry."

At this the boy-who-lived also went to protest. "But-!"

"No." Sirius' mind was made up. "This, believe it or not, has nothing to do with Voldemort. Bill's right, you and Ron are targets too. You need to leave this to the adults kiddo."

"I'm not a kid."

"No, you're not," Sirius agreed, "but you're still not coming. Now when you get back to England, you'll be at Grimmauld Place. Floo back to Hogwarts and tell Dumbledore what's going on. Tell him not to send anyone else...that we can take care of it, and fill him in on the Malfoy thing. Can you do that?" Both boys had angry looks on, but nodded submissively. "Okay, here's a portkey." He held out a broken quill. "The password is your favorite game." Harry glared at the quill, but took it, if not with a little hostility.

"Harry." The boy-who-lived looked up at his godfather wondering what else had to be said. "I know you have that saving people thing, and I know you aren't happy about this. Just let us do this, no tricks, ad when I get back we'll start talking about training, okay?"

Harry sighed. "Fine, just let us know when she's okay, alright?"

"Of course." Remus assured.

With a look of resignation, the boys spoke the password. "Quidditch." And disappeared before everyone's eyes.

A few minutes after the boys had vanished, Bill turned to face the Fang Gang. "Right then, Hermione's still out there ad I have a feeling that her kidnapping has more to do with your side of things then Voldemort, so tell us everything so we can get her back."

Angel looked to the red head and sighed. "I'm a vampire, but I have a soul. Spike's the same. I'm on a mission of redemption for the Powers That Be, and with my colleagues, we take out the darker forces of our world; demos and the like. This law firm is evil-"

"But then if you're so good, why are you running it?"

Angel wiped a hand down his face. "I ask myself that everyday. The goal is to clean up from the inside, the belly of the beast and all that crap. So far we haven't done much, but we're trying. Now onto saving Hermione. She's with Dru, my childe. I don't know shy she's been taken, but most likely the answer is in front of us. Regardless, I've sent out a memo to all my contacts and they should have some information for us soon."

"Can we see the not again?" Bill asked. "I'm a cursebreaker."

"Don't think that's gonna help mate. Dru may have thrall down pat, but she can't do curses."

"No, I just mean I'm pretty good at sorting out riddles."

"Suit yourself." Spike handed it over.

Bill took it and looked over the note with a critical eye, looking for any type of clue. Finally he looked up to Spike. "Miss Edith is her doll, right?"

Spike nodded. "Yeah, bloody pain in my ass she was too, always giving Dru some really bad ideas. She sometimes gets visions through it. How'd you know?"

Bill flushed. "I did a paper on her for DADA class in 3rd year. It was mentioned in one of the books. Anyway, she mentions a snake man. I'm willing to bet she's referring to Voldemort. In all honesty, it sounds like she's warning you about him, telling you about his 'mean stake' which refers to his wand. She's either joined Voldemort, or she's trying to protect you ad Hermione." He handed the note back to Angel.

The famous vampire let out an unneeded breath. "Okay, it's possible, but we should probably assume the worst. We need to find Hermione. I'm going to get a hold of my contacts."

"I'll go down to the mystics department and see about a locating spell." Wesley

offered.

"I'll-" Gunn started, but was cut off by a shout from Bill.

"Wait!" Everyone looked at him strangely. He grabbed the note back from Angel. "Is this written in blood?"

At this many winced at the though, but Angel nodded grimly. "Yes, Drusilla's, not Hermione's."

Bill grinned. "Perfect."
"William?" Remus asked confused.

"A locating spell." Bill explained. "We can track her blood."

There was silence before Remus regretfully answered. "Two things wrong with that. It's blood magic, which is a branch of dark magic, which also begs to the question of how you know about it, and Drusilla's a vampire, so the blood running in her veins isn't exactly her own."

Again, everyone but the two vampires present cringed at the thought. Bill though, wasn't deterred. "I know, and this spell is for locating vampires. I learned it from the goblins at Gringotts. All you need is some blood from the vampire," he held up the note, "and blood from the vampire's sire." He nodded to Angel. "It's not a dark spell, per say, and even if it was, it's Hermione."

Remus and Bill locked eyes before the werewolf finally nodded. "All right, if Angel is wiling to um…donate and if you explain how it works, we can do the spell."

The elder vampire didn't hesitate to give his consent. "OF course, if it will help us find Hermione as fast as possible, I'm all for it."

Remus smiled. "Good. So William, explain."

Again the red head was the center of attention. Taking a deep breath he did his best to explain he basics of the spell. "Okay, as you said before, a vampire consumes blood from various…sources, and if you tried a normal locating spell using blood, you'd be led to the latest victim's body, or a member of the deceased's family. However, a small portion of the vampire's original blood and their sire's from their turning remains. This is what gives them their power and connects them to their sire. By using her blood and Angels' blood combined, it's like an ordinary locating spell. As for how it's done, I'd use the not, Angel's blood, a gold galleon, and a few words with a swish of my wand. The spell will technically be on the galleon and the person who casts it. It will basically draw me to her location, and if you follow me we should be led right to her, and hopefully Hermione's location."

Looks were again exchanged between both groups as they processed the new information. Between the two of them only one question, voiced by Xander, remained. "What's a galleon?"

A/N: Okay, while I do feel bad for not posting this sooner (I've had it done for at least a month) I'm not going to apologize too much. Life got in the way and in this past year sooo many things have happened and fanfic wasn't a priority. That being said, I will try and get the next chapter up before next year. (Kidding, it will be; I'm almost done writing it, I just have to type it up. I'm not making any promises regarding months though.) I want to thank all of you who reviewed and told me to get off my ass and post. Sorry I couldn't comply sooner. I also want to thank anyone still reading this and I hope it was worth the wait. Now, go review, and hopefully it will motivate me to work faster. If anything they'll remind me that you guys don't know what's happened next, and that you still need the next chapter. I'll let you in on a dirty secret, I've had the beginning of this chapter typed up for months and months, I kept seeing it printed out, assumed I'd already posted it, and forgot to finish it. Then, I finally got a clue, wrote the rest of the chapter at work, and it's taken me this long to get it typed up. So…sorry about that. ReviewsReminders, and sometimes I need those.

Toodles,

jessebelle