So i figured i'd throw something out here to show that i'm not dead, I'm in the process of packing because i'm moving in the next couple of weeks. I'm looking forward to it and hoping i should also be able to get back into writing because one of the people i'm moving in with is a long time friend who i've been bouncing ideas off of. So yay on that part. For now enjoy what i've done

Chapter 2: Titles for everyone!

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor do I own Harry Potter, I'm just a poor fanfic writer who believes he can write better than he actually can 😊.

It had been three weeks since he had been grabbed by Spike and Drusilla, a week where he had to listen to the ego of Spike and the half-crazed ramblings of Drusilla, every now and again she'd have moments of clarity but a lot of the time it seemed that she had no connection to what was going on. Of course, having to listen to Spike go on and on about the kills he had made over the years, having truly taken offence to the fact that Harry hadn't known who he was had at first scared him but as it continued he had lost a bit of that fear factor and was now more annoyed by it.

He winced as the car he was in hit another bump in the road, he had been crammed into the boot of the car, bound, and gagged so he couldn't make any sound or try and escape. Not that he'd really have the strength to go for anything at the moment, barely getting any food or sleep made it difficult to prepare. That and the fact he was being held by what were apparently two of the alleged strongest vampires currently prowling the world. Another bump, hit at speed and Harry lifted off the floor and hit back down painfully. he groaned out as he tried to shift his hands around to see if the chains had loosened at all but there was no such luck. Not that he had much room to move around in, the boot of the car was tiny, much less designed to hold ordinary bags let alone a teenager. He heard a crunch, metal against metal and for a moment he thought they may have hit another car but when they barely slowed down he pushed it from his mind, it must have been a sign or something that would easily give way.

eventually the car skid to a halt, he could hear Spike talk but not what was being said, he struggled a bit more, if he broke the bonds perhaps he could get away from them, even if he had no clue where he was. The lock of the boot clicked, and it was opened. Spike stood over him with Drusilla by his side, he reached down without saying anything and grabbed him, bodily pulling him out of the trunk and placing him on his feet, he staggered, and Spike at least steadied him, brushing him off before looking towards Drusilla. "Now I've got to go play nice with the locals, you take it easy love." He said comfortingly before turning back to Harry. "And you better not cause her any trouble..." He trailed off with a threatening pause and Harry just stared blankly at him. Chains held him securely, he couldn't respond because of the gag other than to look at him. Spike laughed and patted him on the cheek. "There's a good kid." He said mockingly and turned walking away, further into the building they were in. Harry stood, there still slightly shaky on his feet but was able to keep his bearing, trying to listen to anything that he could, take in any sight he could in what appeared to be a rundown factory building. there was metal shelving everywhere, with piles of rusted tools and other bits and pieces. Drusilla seemed to move off, ignoring Harry as she went to go the same way that Spike did. Harry for once was grateful for her almost spaced out time and started to move away, making his way towards the exit that he could see. he reached the door, his chains jangling with each move he made, gripping the handle he twisted it but it barely budged. he let out a muffled groan of frustration as he tried pushing into the door to force it open but old as it was, it wouldn't budge

Clap, clap

he froze, turning around to see Drusilla looking directly at him, a frown on her features. Looks like she wasn't as distracted as he thought. She walked over to him, grabbing the chains that bound him and pulled him away from the door in the direction that Spike had gone. "Bad puppy, if you don't behave you won't get any treats." She chided, stopping to give him a swat on the nose that made his eyes water from the shock of it though he quickly blinked them away. He may be in a whole world of trouble, but he wasn't just going to give them the satisfaction of his suffering.

"Please! If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock." The voice of Spike echoed through the building and Harry realised that he had probably started speaking to whatever group of vampires were the 'core' group around here. He listened trying to hear the muffled response of whoever else was talking, the other man speaking quieter and deeper than Spike. "I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig, I fed off a flower person, and I spent the next six hours watching my hand move." He spoke in amusement and from the sound of the crash, someone had tried to attack him. "So, who do you kill for fun around here?"

Harry was pulled into the room, by Drusilla, they stood quietly back at the room as Harry studied the area, a cage sat centre of the group, a person was down, prone on the floor, the one that Spike must have punched moments before, several other vampires stood at the back of the room, all seeming to be standing protectively around a small kid. "Who are you?" The kid in question asked him.

"Spike." He kicked the man's arm out of the way and walked over, a confident stride as if no one in the room was a potential threat to him and part of Harry believed that to be true. "You're that anointed guy. I've read about you." One of the vampires stepped up to Spike, blocking his way, he leant back looking at him before casually side stepping around him "You've got Slayer problems. That's a bad piece of luck. Do you know what I find works real good with Slayers? Killing them." The conversation had shifted to a darker tone, Harry didn't know what a Slayer was outside of the obvious situation with the vampires talking about it.

"Can you?" The kid asked with a look of doubt.

"A lot faster than Nancy boy over there." He said with a slight shift of his head back towards the unconscious vampire that he had left on the floor. "Yeah, I did a couple of Slayers in my time. I don't like to brag." He paused for a second, Harry resisted the urge to snort in amusement so as not to draw attention to himself, last thing he wanted to do was attract the attention of more vampires. Moments after though, Spike started to chuckle to himself, "oh who am I kidding, I LOVE to brag. There was this one Slayer during the Boxer Rebellion, and..." He trailed off as Drusilla let go of Harry, walking towards him seeming lost in her own little fantasy again. "Drusilla." He turned, his face shifting back to its human form as he walked over to her, "you shouldn't be walking around. you're weak." He said softly, protectively of her. Harry at this point couldn't hold back the cough of disagreement, if that was her weak, he'd hate to see what she could do if she had full power.

"Look at all the people. Are these nice people?" She asked him, and Spike smiled.

"We're getting along." He conceded though it had an air of dismissal to it.

"This one has power." She said, walking towards the kid that Spike had claimed was an 'anointed' one... whatever that meant. Harry didn't know, and he didn't particularly care, vampires were disturbing enough, child vampires were a whole new level of creepy and messed up that he didn't even want to think about. "I could feel it from the outside."

"Yeah. He's the big noise in these parts. Anointed, and all that."

"Do you like daisies?" A small childlike giggle escaped her lips as she asked this, taking another step towards the child, the other vampires watching with stunned disbelief at how she acted. "I plant them, but they always die. Everything I put in the ground withers and dies."

'I suppose I should be glad she hasn't tried to put me in the ground then.' Harry thought in bitter amusement at the situation,

"Spike?" She seemed to curl up on herself, taking a small step backwards, the confidence in her previous steps melting away, "I'm cold." She said and with care that Harry didn't expect to find in a cold undead creature, Spike removed his jacket, immediately wrapping it around her shoulders comfortingly.

"I got you." He said as she turned to face him, a smile on her lips.

"I'm a Princess." She said proudly and lifted her hand to his cheek.

"That's what you are." He said, wincing slightly as she cut into his cheek with her nail. leaning into him and licking the blood that ran down the side of his face. the two almost acted as if they were the only people in the world at that moment before turning, Harry catching a glimpse of Drusilla's face as it went from soft and gentle to Cold and calculating. This was what was holding him back from running, the little glimpses of the person underneath the shell that Drusilla had apparently become. Spike had no qualms about killing him if he so much as breathed wrong, Drusilla never said anything, but those brief glimpses scared him more than Voldemort and almost made Bellatrix look less dangerous. "Me and Dru, we're moving in." Spike said with an almost casual dismissal of everyone else in the room "Now... any of you want to test who's got the biggest wrinklies round here, step on up." He stopped, a glance around at the others showed that they weren't going to try anything at this time. Stepping away from Drusilla he walked forwards to the Anointed one "I'll do your Slayer for you... But you keep your flunkies from trying anything behind my back. Deal?"

Drusilla was the first to react, holding her head as she seemed to suffer a headache of some kind. "I can't see her. The Slayer... I can't see. It's dark where she is." With that one line, Harry realised that although Drusilla was weaker at the moment then she should have been, she was still just as dangerous, 'visions... she has visions.' He thought in panic as he stood watching the scene develop, glancing around seeing the vampire on the floor starting to pull himself up again. "Kill her, kill her Spike." She eagerly urged him on as he walked back over to her

"It's done sweetheart."

"Kill her for Princess?" She asked again, and Spike just smiled.

"I'll chop her into messes," he said with a calmness as if he would have no problem with it at all.

"You are my sweet." She said, leaning towards him. "My little Spike." She said softly though it still carried to the entirety of the room.

The vampire on the floor stood up, seeing Harry, and moving over towards him, growling, Harry tried to move away but had nowhere to move, the man was standing. As he neared he suddenly fell, a metal pole slamming into the side of his head. "Keep your hands to yourself." Spike called without turning around, Harry let out a sigh of relief. "No one touches the kid," Spike ordered.

"You protect a human?" One of the vampires mocked and Spike looked at him blankly. "And you think you'll be able to kill the Slayer."

"That human belongs to Dru, so if any of you want to try, you'll have to go through me first." He walked to the back of the room, to Harry, grabbing him roughly by the shoulder and walking over to the cage, shoving him into it. "You stay here and try to make friends." He mocked, and Harry glared at him as the door was shut and locked. "Oh right, can't speak with that on your mouth." He taunted before reaching in and yanking off the gag. Harry groaned, flexing his jaw.

"I suppose it's too much to ask for you to remove the chains too?" Harry asked holding up his arms, knowing full well that it wasn't going to happen.

"And risk you pulling some of your mumbo jumbo? Not a chance." He laughed turning away and walking back to the group. "So… tell me about this Slayer, is she tough?"

HPMOHHPMOH

It had been a week since he had disappeared, and no one had been able to find any trace of him. The two mystery people that Harry had vanished with had appeared practically without a trace and now they didn't have much of a chance tracking them down. Dumbledore sat in his office as he looked over at the devices that used to have to monitor his health. It was at times like this he wished he had placed a charm to keep a monitor on his location, not just on his wellbeing. It was also at times like this that he wished that he had been able to recast the charms that had been initially put on him to keep track of his health, but he hadn't had an opportunity in which to do so. The death of Hestia was another devastating blow to both the operations of the Order and the overall morale of the group.

A caring and kind individual had her life snuffed out in an instant by a vampire. He sighed as he looked out the window, something had gone wrong with the wards for the house, they should have prevented anything like that turning up in the near area. He should have been safe.

The door to his office opened and Snape entered. "Any news?" Dumbledore asked him, and Snape shook his head.

"The Dark Lord doesn't know anything about his current location, believing him to still be in hiding. Though he was able to shed some light on who the two vampires were." He paused as he took a seat, looking at the aged headmaster, "they're apparently quite a famous duo in the underworld circles." Snape said with disdain, as if any vampire could be classed as 'famous'. "Their names are Spike and Drusilla, they're apparently part of a group known as the Scourge..." He was cut off by Dumbledore.

"Of Europe... I've heard of them... they were a group of four vampires, Angelus, Darla, Spike, and Drusilla, I've heard of them but never met them personally, to which you can understand I am grateful for. Though I can't say the same for my Transfiguration professor." He trailed off sadly, "From what I heard, he ran into them during the summer before I was recruited while on holiday in France."

"How did they know it was this group that did it?"

"Because the one known as Spike left his calling card, he was found impaled upon railway spikes." Dumbledore explained and stroked his beard thoughtfully. "If they have him, then I truly fear for his safety."

"Can you not send Fawkes to bring him back?" Snape questioned, and Dumbledore shook his head.

"If only I could, he had his burning day only one day before Harry was grabbed. It will take some time for him to regain his strength. You said Voldemort knew of them, did he approach them?"

"From what some of the recruits had mentioned, he tried to recruit them and any vampires that were willing to join but even though he commands respect in the Wizarding World, he doesn't seem to be held in much regard with the creatures... they dismissed helping him because he could not kill Potter when he was a baby."

"Something that I think we're all grateful for. If he was to recruit Vampires and other minor demons to his cause, then we would have little to no chance of surviving. But this may warrant contacting them..." He trailed off, it was a conversation he was not looking forward to making.

"Them? you mean the Watchers Council?" Snape asked with just a hint of disgust, a bunch of Muggles who wanted to toy with things they shouldn't overall, they ignored the wizarding world and the wizards were happy enough to ignore them. Neither side liked each other, and they tried to keep separate in what they did. "We don't need their assistance to find the boy." Snape said, and Dumbledore shook his head.

"While we should be able to find him soon enough, our chances of finding him alive increase dramatically if we reach out to the Council, they understand the dangers of outside influences on Prophecies." Dumbledore said with a grim look. "I will try to arrange a time to speak with them."

"And what do we do in the mean time? the Portkey they used could have taken them anywhere, do we even know who supplied them with it?" Snape asked getting another shake of the head.

"There are enough people who work outside of the law that deal with these illegal portkeys, no doubt it was one who was literally just there for the deal before he moved on."

"But why weren't they stopped by the wards?" Snape questioned, and Dumbledore looked thoughtful for several moments as he tried to think about it.

"From what Arabella told me, Mr Dursley and his family left to take care of his sister... my only guess is that their departure weakened the already weak wards that protected the house, they are still there but we're unable to work to their full capability." He stopped, sighing quietly as he cleaned his glasses. "I do not believe that the two vampires were there specifically for Harry, I think he ended up running into them, his note indicates that he felt something had gone wrong with Hestia and that he was going to look into it."

"The brat should have stayed inside." Snape sneered, if he had then the Vampires would not have been able to get hold of him and they wouldn't be using so many resources to look for him.

"Perhaps, his actions were foolish, but his heart was in the right place."

"His heart may end up in several places if those beasts decide." Snape mocked, and Dumbledore frowned.

"Perhaps... but perhaps not, there are worse fates that could befall him." Dumbledore spoke ominously and Snape bit back a sarcastic comment, knowing that Dumbledore wouldn't appreciate it at this moment. He knew when to push his luck and knew when to back off, at this time it wasn't worth it.

HPMOHHPMOH

Harry turned around slowly in the cage, watching the vampires that were still in the room, there were two that were prowling around, sizing him up and they did make him nervous, Spike had gone, he didn't know where and with Drusilla being 'weak' there was a chance that they'd decide to just ignore the warning from Spike. "Don't you get bored of walking in circles?" Harry asked with false calmness, he didn't want to give them the satisfaction of showing fear.

"I could kill you right now." One of the vampires spoke and Harry continuing the false bravado just laughed.

"If you were actually going to kill me you would have. You fear Spike, it's obvious from your actions." Harry taunted and groaned in pain as the vampire grabbed him through the bars of the cage and grabbing the chains yanking him into the bars.

"Enough." The kid spoke up and the Vampire growled pushing Harry back with enough force to hit the other side. "You're either very brave or very stupid." The kid said walking over towards Harry.

"I've been told I'm stupidly brave." Harry offered with a slight laugh mixed with a groan as he rolled his shoulders slightly. "But I've currently got a choice, I can either whimper and cry and beg not to be killed or eaten... OR I could choose to run my mouth and push my luck. What's that old saying, better to die standing?" Harry asked, the chains clinking as he twisted his wrists to try and keep feeling in them.

"So, who are you? Why have they taken such an interest in you?" He asked Harry getting a shrug in response.

"Tell me your name and I'll tell you mine, I've heard your title the Anointed One, so I'll share the one I got stuck with... they both kind of suck, where I come from I got labelled with the title of 'The Boy Who Lived' because I was a bit too stubborn to die." Harry explained calmly, and the kid smiled.

"Collin." He said politely, and Harry tilted his head slightly as he studied the kid.

"Harry." He introduced, not giving his last name, not that they should know who he was, but he didn't want to take too much of a chance of it getting back to Voldemort, although thinking that he mentally cursed himself that he gave the title he was labelled with as that would be a major red flag if they did know anything about the wizarding world. The joy of hindsight. "So, what makes you so special?" Harry asked getting a growl of anger from one of the other vampires. "Hey! I don't know something I've got to ask. Can't learn if you don't ask." Harry said with a shrug.

"He is the anointed one, chosen by the Master to bring the Slayer to her death and release him." The vampire growled, and Harry looked at the kid with a raised eyebrow.

"Judging from the fact you're calling the shots, I assume something went wrong." Harry commented.

"The Master killed the Slayer, but she came back. She is different from previous Slayers."

"Apparently in the not dying department I'm guessing." Harry said with a shrug. "So, your whole role was to free the Master whoever he was and judging by the fact you're calling the shots, he's not around anymore." He said and after a pause there was another nod. "Sooo... why are you a big deal again?" Harry asked and frowned as he started to feel a tingling in the back of his head. "Ah, now I understand." Harry groaned as the tingling turned into pain. "Some little bit of mental magic." He staggered back, holding his head in pain as he fell into a sitting position. "I'm guessing I pushed my luck a bit too far then." Harry groaned as the headache was quickly forming, but the foreign presence quickly retreated as the anointed one turned away. "But you're not the first person to go tiptoeing through my skull..." He trailed off mockingly as he closed his eyes, letting out a pained sigh though internally he was smiling... The kid had abilities, but he was inexperienced, the little bit he had learned from Dumbledore and Snape going through his head was how to do a small probe to take a look in his head.

The anointed one was losing respect, at least that's what the kid feared. Although he was a vampire and the Masters chosen one, he was at a disadvantage thanks to his size and inexperience. They were waiting for him to drop the ball and strike.

"You better not have damaged Dru's toy..." The voice of Spike spoke up as he re-entered the building, dragging with him a person, a woman if the sounds Harry could hear were any indication. "I met the Slayer earlier... can't say I'm too impressed." Spike continued without any concern, he continued walking through the room, stopping momentarily by the cage. "But seriously, you damage her toy, you will suffer." He said before continuing into the next room. It was this moment that the pain in his head combined with multiple other things caught up to Harry and he thankfully blacked out.

HPMOHHPMOH

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious for when he came to, the pain in his head had gone but had been replaced by pain in his back, neck, and shoulders, along with a pain in his gut from lack of food. Spike and Drusilla stood in the room, Drusilla holding Spikes head comfortingly as he held her, looking downtrodden and beaten. "Did she hurt you?" Drusilla asked quietly, the fact that the two of them were next to the cage meant that he was able to hear them clearly.

"The Slayer has friends and Family... who would have thought that could happen." Spike complained as Harry sat himself up properly. "That's not how it's supposed to happen." Spike pulled himself away, "I suppose I better go and make nice." he said, walking towards the anointed who sat talking quietly to another Vampire. Harry heard the click of the lock on the cage and glanced at Drusilla who smiled mischievously at him... something was about to happen.

"Don't worry Puppy... soon you'll be able to walk free." She whispered to him. And yet it didn't fill Harry with confidence, he didn't think that she was just going to let him go just because she felt like it.

Spike stopped in front of the two vampires, kneeling "you failed." The Anointed One spoke calmly, clearly annoyed but keeping himself in control.

"I erm... I offer penance." Spike said, sounding humble but there was something else underneath that Harry could hear, and with Drusilla unlocking the cage he wondered if that had anything to do with it.

"Penance!? You should lay down your life. Our numbers are depleted, the feast of St Vigeous is ruined by your impatience." The Anointed One's guard spoke angrily, and Spike looked up at him, getting the man to be quiet with a look. The only other people he had seen do that had been Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Snape. No others seemed to hold the natural aura of power. At least not that he had seen.

"I was rash... and if I had to do it all over again..." He trailed off laughing loudly as he stood up. "Who am I kidding I would do it exactly the same only I'd do this first!" He lunged forwards grabbing the anointed one who could only cry out in surprise as he was lifted off his feet. The other vampire tried to attack Spike as he turned but with ease he kicked back, knocking the man to the ground as he walked over to the cage, Drusilla opening it for him and Pulling Harry out of there. "From now on, we're going to have a little less ritual and a little more fun around here." He said as he pulled a chain that raised the cage. Harry glanced up to the ceiling, a beam of sunlight pierced through a hole in the wall near the roof and the cage dangled just below it. With one final laugh, Spike pulled the chain again raising it into the light, the Anointed One screamed as his body was destroyed by the sunlight, dust falling to the floor next to where Harry was still sat in shock. Spike walked forwards, holding his hand out to Drusilla and smiled. "Let's see what's on TV." He said after a momentary pause before the two started walking away from the sight of their takeover, stepping over the body of the other vampire that Spike had struck. The two walked off, completely lost in each other and Harry stood up, staggering slightly. He turned in the opposite direction, making a break to escape.

Like a repeat from earlier, though instead of striking him it hit the wall next to him, a metal pipe clanked loudly to the floor. "I can't blame you for trying, but I do believe I warned you about trying to run." Spike called, and Harry cursed under his breath. "Bite your tongue." Spike responded with a laugh and Harry's shoulders slumped in frustration.

"The least you could do is get me some proper food..." Harry responded and Spike laughed.

"Tell you what, give it a couple of hours and we'll order takeout." Spike taunted, and Harry let out a sigh, walking forwards towards the direction the two had gone. "Besides, you'd probably want to stick around, how often do you get to meet a Chosen One?" Spike questioned drawing a confused look from the Teen.

TBC

Chapter 2, it was fun to write this scene, a chunk of it is a retelling of early season 2 introduction to Spike but I really liked that section. At the moment Harry is more of an observer than anything else. He can't really change things that are happening with the disadvantage that he has but that will change in later chapters.