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Draco Malfoy & the House of Seraphim	By : KaliDiah Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 20461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The call came in at about two-thirty the next morning. Draco was woken from a deep yet disturbed slumber by a commotion downstairs. He took up his wand and quietly made his way to the first floor. He relaxed a bit as he recognized the voices, but the moment was short-lived. "What ... what's going on?" he asked, his eyes wide.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at him. "Oh, nothing," Angel said nonchalantly, turning back to the pile of weapons on the dining room table.

"Oh, of course not," Draco snapped in irritation. "I mean, everyone knows you need a good stockpile of sharp, pointy implements of doom and destruction in order to do nothing." He crossed his arms over his chest and glared.

"Dray, pet, it's nothing you need to concern yourself over, kay?" Spike said, trying to placate Draco's growing irritation. "We just got a call that there are some nasties prowlin' around out there, and we're gonna go do what we do best. You can just stay here and go back to sleep."

"So ... you're all going?" A growing sense of dread began to creep up from his belly. "Even ... even Harmony?"

She looked at him apologetically and shrugged. "Sorry, Dray."

"You're leaving me here alone?!"

"Oh, come on, Draco," Gunn said. "Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark."

"No. But I am afraid of being here, alone, when a bunch of Death Eaters come crashing through the door!"

Spike rolled his eyes. "There's no way they can find you, remember?" He gestured to one of the many sigils adorning the walls.

"How can you be sure?" Draco demanded. No, he was not liking this plan at all. He knew he could take out one, maybe two Death Eaters on his own, but what then? And what if there were more than that? "You can't be sure!" he said, his voice beginning to quaver. "What if this is just a plot to get me alone?!"

"Draco, really, don't you think you're overreacting?" Angel asked softly.

"Maybe I am," Draco answered, though with no small amount of indignation. "But I think I have every reason to." He took a deep breath to calm himself. He was starting to revert to the whiny brat he was his first few years of Hogwarts. He didn't want his new pseudo-family to see that side of him. "Besides," he added, now with more confidence, "I may be of help."

Angel sighed and approached the young blonde. "Draco, I appreciate the offer, but there's really no reason for you to come along." He again turned to the table. "Gunn, hand me that axe?"

Quick as lightning, Draco drew his wand and aimed it at the weapon. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he said. Everyone else watched in stunned silence as the axe gently floated to Angel's outstretched hand. "You were saying?" Draco asked.

Again, the vampire sighed. "You'd be safer here."

"How can you be so sure?" Draco repeated.

"I just am!"

"If I may," Giles started to interrupt.

"No offense, Rupert, but no, you may not. I will not have him running around L.A. at night when there are demons out there!"

"And when has there not been demons in L.A.?" Giles asked smoothly, imitating the younger wizard's stance. When Angel couldn't reply, he continued. "I think Draco has two excellent points. This could very well be a setup, and he could help us."

Angel thought a moment. "Yes," he said quietly. "It's occurred to me and Will, a few dozen times, every time we leave the house, that he could be attacked here. But, there is less probability of that happening than there is of those demons being real."

"Angel ..."

"NO, Rupert! I am tired of watching the people I care about die before my eyes! I will not risk him!"

"Besides," Spike added, though a touch more calmly than his Mate, "if anything were to happen to Dray, even if he was just minutely injured, it would risk everything we've been working on."

"I don't think Dumbledore much cares what happens to Draco ..." Giles began.

"No, but the parents of other students would. If something happens to him, and other parents find out, it will affect Dumbledore's standing as headmaster. He would pull out of this project before we could blink."

Giles sighed. "This is true."

"So what do we do?" Xander asked. "Sounded like everyone would be needed."

"Including me," Draco said simply.

Angel glared at him. But before he could start ranting again, Spike stepped in. "Draco, it's not that we don't think you can't handle yourself ..."

"Then let me go."

It was Spike's turn to sigh. "We really can't risk you getting hurt ..."

"If you don't consent to my going, I'll just follow you anyway." Draco stood a bit taller, and cocked an eyebrow at them. "I will follow," he repeated.

Angel growled, but finally hunched over in defeat. "Go get dressed, Muggle clothes. Something you can move in. And no fancy shoes that you can't run in."

"Run?"

Angel stepped closer to him. "You can come along, but at the first sign of trouble you are to high-tail it. Got it?"

"But I ..." Draco started, his defiant veneer giving way to petulance.

"GOT IT?"

Draco scowled and met Angel's hard gaze. "Got it," he half-snarled. Without another word, he tore up the stairs to change. An hour later, Draco was walking through a warehouse district with Dawn, Andrew, Xander, Faith, and Giles.

"Keep close to me," Giles said softly as he scanned the predawn darkness for any signs of trouble.

Draco nodded. He too searched the area. Angel and the others were coming from the opposite direction in hopes that their quarry would be trapped between them. So far though, there was no sign of ... anything. The group continued in silence, when finally they heard a shout from ahead.

"Okay, kids," Faith said, pulling out her sword, "it's play-time!" She charged forward, leading the rest of their group toward the sounds of battle.

They arrived on the scene, and Draco gasped. There were about half a dozen spider-like creatures, about as big as cars. Angel and his group were hacking away at them, but they were still out-powered. Faith, Xander, Dawn, and Andrew rushed in to help. Only Giles hung back with Draco.

"Back them up with magick," Giles commanded before throwing hexes.

Draco followed suit, levitating large objects that were laying about and dropping them on the beasts. They were fast though, and he usually only succeeded in pinning a leg or two. He knew he could do better, but he was troubled. Somehow, those creatures seemed familiar. He couldn't remember from where, but he had heard of large spiders like these. If only he could remember the details.

The battle started to edge closer to the two wizards, and Draco dropped back a few paces. He was still aiding the others as best he could, but it didn't seem to be doing much good. He glanced at Angel just in time to see the vampire's eyes widen in fear at something ... behind him? Draco turned and came face-to-pincers with another spider. He didn't have time to react before the sharp mandibles cut into his midsection.

The pain was searing, burning its way through him. He thought he heard himself scream, but he couldn't be sure. He knew instantly he had been filled with venom, and it wouldn't be long before he was dead. He was only half aware of being yanked away from his attacker, and the voices of his comrades became more and more slurred in his ears. The pain was unbearable, and he was vaguely glad when he passed out.

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"Severus!"

Snape woke with a jolt. He must have been having a strange dream indeed if he heard Wesley's voice shouting from his sitting room at Hogwarts. He had been napping rather contentedly (something he rarely had a chance to do) and was slightly miffed that he had been disturbed.

The night before had been a long and terribly uneventful one. When Snape and Lupin arrived at Grimmauld Place (right on time, no less), the place was largely empty. Only Dumbledore was present, and they sat in the kitchen and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

"Well," the headmaster had said after three hours, "seems that the others have had trouble getting their notices."

Trouble indeed, Snape thought. He had a distinct feeling that he really should be back in Los Angeles, but there was nothing he could do about it.

But, despite the fact that no one showed up, Dumbledore insisted that the two stay and listen to him ramble. To the casual onlooker, it would seem as if the old professor was disclosing the secrets of the Universe, but Snape knew better. He was going in circles, talking much but saying nothing.

Finally, they were allowed to leave. Even though he was sure he should be back in Los Angeles, he was too exhausted to withstand the long Floo trip back. So, he decided staying one night at the school wouldn't hurt. He hadn't gotten much sleep before he had to be up and about, thus his decision to take a nap.

"Severus, where are you?!" the impatient voice again called from the fireplace.

Maybe it wasn't a dream. Muttering angrily, he threw on his bathrobe and stumbled through the dark to his sitting room. Sure enough, Wesley's head was poking out of the fire. "What is it ..."

"Draco's been hurt. It looks fatal ..."

"I'll be there within thirty minutes." He said nothing else to Wesley. He didn't even check to see if the head had disappeared. He simply spun around and went back to his bedroom and threw on some clothes. He then left he quarters and sped to the Hospital Wing.

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"I knew it," Angel seethed as he paced outside his bedroom an hour later. "I told him, and he should have stayed and I just ..."

"I swear," Spike growled, "if you tell him that you told him so, I will kill you myself."

"I'll help," Snape sneered.

Angel stopped pacing and calmed. "I won't. God, Will, how could we let this happen?"

"It was an accident, luv. No one saw it coming."

"We should have, though. We ... let him get hurt."

"More than hurt," Madam Pomfrey snapped as she exited the vampires' bedroom. "He ..." she paused and sighed, suddenly becoming both very weary and very sad. "He's dying, gentlemen." She sighed again. She had been taken by surprise when Snape ran through the (thankfully empty) Hospital Wing, shouting that Draco had been injured. "Rupert and I have done everything we can. We've been able to slow the spread of the venom, but we cannot stop it fully, or remove it."

Giles appeared beside her. "This is not the kind of poison that travels through the blood. Once injected, it infiltrates the nerves and spreads that way. It causes slow paralyzation. That is until it reaches the brain."

"When it gets that far," Pomfrey continued, "it causes everything to shut down. He will die." She paused again. "Under normal circumstances, I would yell myself hoarse at you two, then take a potion and yell some more. But, I can tell how devastated you already are. I will stay here as long as I can."

"Thank you," Angel said quietly. "How long ...?" He couldn't bring himself to finish the statement.

"A few days at the most, I'm afraid. If there is anything to be done, it must be done quickly."

"Poppy," Giles began, "it is imperative that the headmaster not know of this right away. We still have some alternative methods we have yet to use. If we can save and heal him, then it would be best if Dumbledore never knew."

Pomfrey stared at him incredulously. Spike then took the time to explain their new program, and how quickly the headmaster would pull out of the agreement if he learned of Draco's condition. When she heard how much it would benefit the children, she agreed, though hesitantly. "You can go in and see him now. He's still unconscious, but it would be good to have him surrounded by people who care about him." She moved aside to allow the vampires and Snape to pass, then shut the door once they had all entered.

"Thank you, Severus, for getting Pomfrey," Spike said as he sat on the large bed. He fell silent with one glance at the young man who had practically taken over his life in the last month. The boy was paler than ever, his hair limp and dull. His breath was raspy and obviously labored. As he took Draco's hand in his own, he gasped at the coolness of it.

He had been struggling to keep his cool ever since he had heard Draco scream. He knew that losing his temper would do nothing to help the situation. He also knew his calm was the only thing keeping Angel sane. In the back of his mind, he could feel the guilt flowing from the Mate-link they shared. Angel was once again blaming himself. He sent a wave of affection to his Mate, hoping it would help.

"We have to ..." he began.

"We will. Fred took some samples to the lab, the others are researching. We'll find something, I promise." Angel sat behind his lover, wrapping him in a tight, yet somewhat trembling, embrace.

Spike could only nod. With a quaking hand, he gently brushed a stray lock of dull platinum hair out of the boy's face. "What have we done?"

No answer was forthcoming. The only sound was Snape's quiet voice as he excused himself from the room, suggesting he would be better help researching.

"We fucked up," Spike said. "Oh, God. Angel, we killed our boy." He broke then, no longer able to keep hold of his emotions. With a loud sob he began crying. He leaned back into his Mate, not daring to let go of Draco's hand. He could feel the young wizard's life fading, the pull of his blood getting weaker by the second. His body may have days, he thought, but his soul has only hours.

"What?" Angel asked aloud. "What do you mean?"

"Can't you feel it? His soul is starting to separate itself. It'll leave soon, and he'll just be an empty shell. Even if we do heal him ..."

Angel gasped as realization hit him. "No. How ... oh, God, what do we do?"

"There's only one thing we can do," Spike answered, his voice hoarse. "Offer him an ultimatum. Either he dies and wakes up undead, or he dies and stays that way."

"We can't just ..." Angel said, shocked.

Spike whirled on him then, turning so he was now facing the older vampire. "What we can't just do, Peaches, is let him go."

"Now is hardly the time to be selfish ..."

"It seems like the perfect time to me!" Spike shouted.

"It should be his decision!" Angel countered.

"He's really in no state to be making decisions, being unconscious and all."

"What about the ritual? Do you really want the First Childe of this Order to be brought in without proper procedure? I mean, what kind of example would that set ...?"

"Fuck examples, Angelus!" Spike cried, standing now. But as soon as Draco's hand fell from his grasp, he whimpered and settled on the bed again, this time cuddling closer to him. "I just don't want to lose him. And I know you don't either."

"He needs to go through the purification, and he needs to recite the Oath. I'm sorry, Will, but that is non-negotiable."

"Then we need to wake him," Spike said weakly.

"How?" Angel asked softly.

Spike had no idea. He knew next to nothing about magick, except that it bothered him in large concentrations. But, he did know about souls. After regaining his own, he had done some serious research into their nature. He also knew about blood.

"Get on the other side," he instructed. Angel did as he was told, and curled up on Draco's left. "Take his other hand."� Angel gently closed his large hand around Draco's. Spike then brought the right hand that he was holding closer to Angel's. "Take my hand." Thought they both clutched on to Draco, they laced their fingers together. "You know we have a mental bond now, right? We need to connect. Blend perfectly till we're one being basically."

"And then ...?"

"We need to call him home."

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Draco didn't know where he was, but he did know he wasn't supposed to be there. There was no Angel or Spike, therefore this was not The Right Place To Be. But, as he gazed at the lush garden maze that surrounded him, he couldn't figure out how to get home. He tentatively started off in a random direction, weaving his way through the labyrinthine growth. His fear grew as it seemed that with every step he took, he was pulling farther and farther from where he was supposed to be.

Finally, he heard voices. But they were unfamiliar ones, and he wasn't sure if the owners would be more inclined to help or hurt him. He realized he didn't have much of a choice, so he followed the voices to a clearing, centered by a fountain. Five people stood there -- four women and one man -- chatting happily amongst themselves. Well, he thought, they don't look evil.

But then, neither had Tom Riddle back in the day.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the clearing. "Um, excuse me ..."

They all jumped and turned to him. Then as one, they cried, "SPIKE?!"

"No, wait!" said the youngest blonde woman. "He's too young."

"Ah," the man said, his green eyes sparkling. He smiled as he approached. "Y'must be young Draco, den."

"Y-yes." Draco was thoroughly confused. And afraid. He was in a strange place with strange people who seemed to know of him.

The man's smile brightened. "I'm Doyle. These lovely ladies are Tara McClay, Joyce Summers, Cordelia Chase, and Darla."

Recognition finally dawned on the wizard. "You're the ones who gave Angel all those gifts!"

"That's right," Darla said, her smile nearly as bright as Doyle's. "Of course, it's our understanding that it was your ritual that allowed it to happen."

Draco blushed. "I suppose ..."

"Why are you here?" Tara asked. She had been the one who had realized he wasn't Spike. Draco was a bit taken aback by the abruptness of her question.

"I ... don't really know. I got bit by a giant ..." His eyes widened and he quickly turned to check his side, but there was no evidence of a wound. "Okay, what the bloody hell is going on?"

Cordelia sighed. "You really aren't supposed to be here."

"I get that. Where the hell is 'here,' and how do I get home?!" Draco was quickly losing patience. Angelic or not, these people were not helping him. He suddenly felt that his time was growing short, and soon his window of opportunity would be gone.

"We can't exactly tell you where 'here' is, as we're not really sure," Joyce said. "And as for you getting home ..."

"We can't do that either," Tara concluded sadly.

"What?!" He fought the urge to just cry. He did not want to be stuck there, so far away from Spike and Angel and Snape and all of his new friends. "I want to go home," he whimpered.

Darla cooed at him as she gave him a hug. Petting his hair, she murmured, "We don't know how to get you there. We don't really know the way."

"But ... you got there before," he protested weakly.

"Because your ritual called us there," Joyce supplied. "Otherwise, we would have had no clue. In fact, we still don't."

Draco went into a full-on panic. He was stuck there. And these people were all ... dead.

He jumped back from Darla's embrace and looked around him wildly. "You're all dead."

"Not to put too fine a point on it," Cordelia snapped, "but, yes."

"Then I'm dead!" he cried. He started to hyperventilate as he continued to step backwards.

"No, you're not," a new voice said behind him. "That's why you don't belong here." He whirled around to find a beautiful young woman with long red hair and familiar green eyes. She smiled at him warmly. "You probably don't remember me."

He blinked in confusion. "And why should I know you? Other than the fact that you're obviously Potter's mother."

She frowned slightly. "Really now, Draco. That's a bit rude."

His nerves were shot, and he really didn't have the patience to deal with his arch-rival's dead mother. "And it should matter ... why?" he asked with a sneer.

Her green eyes flashed with irritation. "Oh, if I were alive, I would give Lucius Malfoy a piece of my mind, and then some! Really, I would have thought that even he would have taught you better manners!"

"I really don't think you have any place to criticize my father's parenting skills ..."

"Oh, I most certainly do! I am your godmother!" She glared at him.

Draco's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the news. "What?" he croaked. A Muggleborn was his godmother?! How was that possible? After everything his father had taught him about pureblood families, he comes to find out that the mother of his school nemesis, a Muggleborn witch, was his godmother. What other astounding revelations were going to be revealed to him before he went back to school?

She must have realized his inner turmoil, for she calmed and sighed. "Your mother and I were friends," she explained, "long before she got involved with that lecherous ... I still don't understand what she ever saw in that creep."

He allowed that shot at his father to pass. There were much more important things right now. "But how ...?"

"Your father didn't much care who was named as your godparents, so Cissa named me as your godmother, and Severus as your godfather."

"He's ... my godfather?"

"Well, of course! Why else would he watch over you so intently?" She smiled slightly, but it faltered. "After your parents got married -- which was before me and James, by the way -- Cissa had just turned seventeen, and we were still in school." She sat down on a nearby bench. "Anyway, she started to change. She ... became more and more like Lucius, adhering to his beliefs, falling in with Voldemort. I was very worried for the safety of any child they might have. Then Severus traipsed off after them and joined the Death Eaters.

"When he came back ... Dumbledore wasn't the first person he went to. I was. He was so traumatized by what he had experienced. So, we made a pact. We would each personally guard Lucius and Cissa's children, and try to lead them away from that path.

"Unfortunately, as you can see, I died." She sighed sadly. "I had so hoped that you and Harry would grow up as friends. But that was not to be. Of course, I could skin Dumbledore alive for leaving him with my sister. Me and James' will said he was to go to Sirius as first choice. But, as he was a fugitive by then, he was to go to Alice."

"Alice ... who?" Draco asked uncertainly.

"Longbottom, of course. Harry and Neville were practically born at the same time, it would have been an ideal arrangement. But, from what I've heard, that wasn't possible. So, poor Harry ended up with my sister and that nasty hog of a husband."

"You're ... my godmother?" Draco asked, as if he hadn't heard anything beyond that.

She smiled as she rose, and walked back over to him. "Yes, dear."

"So, that means Potter is my ... godbrother?"

Lily looked up to the sky in thought before meeting his gaze again. "I don't think there is such a thing, really, but I suppose it would be that way. Oh, and please stop calling him 'Potter'. It's rude. His name is Harry."

"I ... I'm sorry." He was at a loss to say anything else. And somehow, despite her dead-status, he had a feeling he didn't want to anger her.

She chuckled. "It's okay. You're just following your father's poor example. But, that's going to change soon, isn't it?" She looked at the others and exchanged a knowing smile. "Everything's going to change, Draco. Not only for you, but my son as well. You'll find that your lives are bound to each other in many ways, whether you either like it or not. You both have a huge part to play in the upcoming war, and you must be able to work together. Do you understand?"

Draco nodded. "I ... I'll try. But I can't make any promises."

She smiled again and cupped his cheek with her gentle hand. "That's all I ask. Besides, right now you have another promise you have to uphold."

Draco was confused for a moment, but then he remembered. "I promised Will I wouldn't ever go anywhere he couldn't follow!"

"Exactly," Lily said. "So, we need to find you a way home."

He just barely heard Cordelia murmur, "C'mon guys, your boy needs you. Come bring him home."

As if on cue, he heard them. It was faint and seemingly far away, but it was them. He couldn't understand what they were saying at that distance, but he could tell they were speaking in tandem, as if it were one speaker but two voices. "Angel?! Will!" he called, hoping to draw their attention. "How do I get home?!"

"Draco ..." he heard. "We need ..... don't ..... you have ..... miss ..... find ..... we have a plan ..... save you ....." They were coming closer, but he still couldn't make out all of what they were saying.

"What?" he asked.

Finally, in a double-voice that resounded throughout the garden, they commanded, "COME HOME."

Draco was about to ask how when a swirling vortex of light sprung up before him. He could feel them on the other side, waiting for him. He could feel their love ... and their fear. But he wouldn't leave them again. After all, he had promised. Without a word to the others, he ran at the portal and flew through it.

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