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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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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just letting you guys know that this is a long one. Also, just to warn you, there is some ... hmm, how SHALL I put this? Let's just say there is a vivid dream, and Angel eavesdrops ... and not all at the same time. Yeah, that'll work. Ahem. Enjoy!

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The headmaster sat the next morning, listening intently to the plan his old friend had developed. True, he had always known about Muggle magick, and had tried several times to get a few courses approved by the Ministry of Magic. They had always refused, much to his consternation. He also felt that physical defense would be invaluable to Harry Potter and his band of friends. Of course, the Ministry never needed to know about any of it.

His eyes twinkled mischievously. "Angelus, this sounds absolutely brilliant!" he crowed. "I'm sure it would be easy to convince the Ministry to allow Draco to go with you. It might be a bit more difficult to persuade them to allow you to stay here without question during the coming school term, however. Unless ..."

"Unless?" Angel prompted.

"Well, it would involve breaking several Ministry laws, I'm sure."

Angel smirked. "I'm not a wizard."

Dumbledore grinned brightly. "Ah, too right! Therefore, they wouldn't much apply to you then, would they?"

"Nope. Can't break the laws if I don't know they exist."

"Laws? What laws?" Dumbledore asked with a wink. "In that case, what I propose is that we give you a few rooms of the castle to yourselves, where you can teach a select few students about alternate forms of magick."

"And no one else would need to know about it," Spike added, catching on.

"Know about what?" Angel asked, causing Spike to snort back laughter.

"I don't know. I just work here," Dumbledore deadpanned. This set both vampires to roaring with laughter.

"You don't have any sort of physical education here?" Spike asked, once he finally stopped giggling.

"Aside from Quidditch, not really," Dumbledore answered with a chuckle.

"Quidditch?" Spike asked again.

"A sport."

"Really? How do you play?"

"Will, later," Angel scolded.

Spike grumbled and pouted. Dumbledore chuckled. "I'm sure Draco would be happy to fill you in. By the by, have you told him yet?"

Spike straightened and nodded. "Yesterday. He was a little shocked at first, but I think he's taking it okay."

Dumbledore nodded. "If anything can be said about that boy, it's that he adjusts quickly and easily." Despite the compliment, there was a hint of ... something indiscernible in his voice.

"And he can turn just about any situation to his advantage," Spike offered.

"Must be a Malfoy thing," Angel teased.

"Must be," Spike purred with a wink.

Dumbledore would have had to been blind to not notice the adoring look they shared between each other. He smiled secretly. Even when he had first met Angelus, William was all he could talk about. Sure, Drusilla was occasionally mentioned, but it was William that consumed his most desirous thoughts. The old wizard was happy that his old friend had finally found the one he had wanted for so long. "Well," he said softly, as not to startle them, "it seems we have something of a plan here. I will go to the Ministry myself and first ask that Draco be allowed to travel with you to Los Angeles. I'm not sure if there's a Floo connected to the network there ..."

"I may be able to help with that," Angel interrupted. "I instructed one of my associates to procure a secure location, away from the watchful eyes of the Senior Partners, preferably with a fireplace. I can contact them, see if Harmony was able to find a place. It can then be connected. In fact, I think that the Ministry would prefer that, in case anything would happen to Draco."

Dumbledore nodded. "Quite true. Well, I will allow you to borrow Fawkes to send an inquiry. Once we have an answer from them, I can go to the Ministry."

"Alright. Parchment and quill?"

Dumbledore handed the vampire the materials and watched as he wrote. Once done, he took it and read it.

Wes,

Me again. Miss us yet?

I hate to be a bother, but I need to know if Harmony's found a place yet. Reason being one of the students here is in need of some protection (long story to be told at a later time). L.A. is probably the best bet for him. He could stay in the protected apartment, and the Senior Partners never have to know he's there.

Now, as to why I need a fireplace (I know you were all wondering, don't deny it). The wizards have a ... unique method of travel. You see, they have a thing called the Floo Network, which are fireplaces connected magickally. With a bit of powder, they can turn the fireplace into a conduit through which they travel. My friend, Albus, will most likely be able to have the fireplace connected to the network, so that we can travel directly to and from the new base. The faster we can get that place set up, the better.

Also, I would like to teach Draco (the student) some things about other types of magick than the one he was brought up in. I'm hoping you can help me come up with some sort of curriculum for him. Also, he is doing something of a research project on vampires. Would it be alright if he viewed the Watchers' Diaries? It would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.

Oh, and be prepared for a few bombs to be dropped once we get there. We've learned quite a few interesting things during our three days here. Hope to hear from you soon.

Angel

Dumbledore nodded, then moved to tie the note to Fawkes' leg. He then gave the phoenix directions, and he disappeared from view. "Well," he said, returning to his desk, "I'm not sure there's anything else we can do in the meantime."

"I can't think of anything either," Angel said.

"Well, Liam, you can go do what you do best ... brood." Spike got up from his chair and made for the door.

"And what are you going to do?" Angel asked, slightly amused.

"I, dear Grand-Sire, am going to go learn about Quidditch."

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Fred squealed in surprise as the phoenix appeared in the living room of the house she was helping to decorate. After a moment to catch her breath, she said, "You must be Fawkes." The bird settled on a table and chirruped in the affirmative. "Do you ... have a message from Angel?"

Fawkes bobbed his head, and proffered his leg. She inched over and removed it with a soft "thank you". Fawkes didn't move to depart, but instead started looking about the room. Fred just shrugged and unrolled the scroll. After reading, she nodded and searched for a pen and paper. She figured that she could at least answer part of the note while the phoenix was still there.

Dear Angel,

Harmony took care of everything the first night. However, instead of just an apartment, she was able to find a reasonably inexpensive house in a rather ... I guess you'd call it seedy? Yes, a seedy part of town. Sort of rundown. She said it would be the last place the Senior Partners would look. Considering the places you have lived, they would expect you to hide out somewhere a little more ... swank, Wesley said.

It has four bedrooms, a large living room, an equally large dining room, a study, and a nice kitchen. There's also a basement, a garage, and would you believe a nice space for a small garden in the back? The boys (being Charles and Wes) are currently in the process of putting up a wooden privacy fence around the yard. I figured we could use the garden space to grow herbs and things we might need for spells.

We are planning on hitting some estate sales for furniture. I know this isn't going to be a real home-type house, but it would be silly to not be comfortable while planning out strategies. Wes has found an amazing copying spell, and will soon start copying all the texts from the office that he can. I'll show him the note and see about the Diaries. I think it's neat that one of the students wants to study you.

And yes, there is a nice large fireplace. I am glad to finally know what it's for. Of course, I figured it had to be for more than just keeping cozy on long winter nights. Does it need to be cleaned out in order to use it? Never mind, I'll have it done anyway.

With a little research, we were able to combine Lindsey's runes with a Disochian set, meant for much the same purpose. Then, with a little creative sigil-work of our own, we've been able to come up with a pretty good system to protect against evil in general. We're almost done applying the sigils to the walls of all the rooms. We're going to put them on the inside of the fences as well, once they're done.

OH! That reminds me! Wes says he's found some info on that Voldemort person, and he says it's very important. But, he didn't want to say anything at ALL until this place was secured. I'm hoping it will help your friends. So, it sounds like we'll all be sharing some bomb-dropping, huh?

Well, Fawkes is looking a little antsy, so I'll end this now. I'll show the others your note, and if they think there's anything you need to know, I'm sure they'll write. Oh, and tell Spike that Harmony and I said hi.

Love,

Fred

She again carefully approached the phoenix and gently tied the message to his leg. "Um, can you give this to Angel for me?" she asked tentatively.

Fawkes nodded and took to the air, soon to disappear.

"Amazing," she breathed.

"Hey, Fred!" Gunn called from the kitchen. "You almost done?"

"Yeah," she called back. "Fawkes was just here, with a message from Angel."

Wesley came into the room, an expectant look on his face. Fred handed him the note and he read it to himself. "Interesting," he mumbled.

"I already sent a message back, telling him about the house and the runes and stuff."

Wesley nodded. "Good."

Fred regarded him for a moment. "You're worried about something. And don't try denying it. You all know you can't hide things from me."

"Cordelia taught you well," Wesley said with a slight smile. "Yes, I am worried. If the information on Tom Riddle is correct, we could be dealing with something big. And I'm not entirely comfortable with not knowing things. It's obvious that Angel has yet to tell us everything."

"I'm sure he will once he gets back," she reassured him.

"Oh, I don't doubt it. He's learned his lesson about keeping things from us. It's just ..."

"The waiting?" Gunn offered as he entered, popping open a can of soda.

"Exactly," Wesley answered with a grin.

"Well," Fred said, turning back to the wall she had been working on before Fawkes' arrival, "Angel and Spike will be back soon. And then we'll all know everything." She picked up on the sigilization where she had left off.

"Very true. I do have to wonder about this Draco."

"Who?" Gunn asked.

"Oh, he's a student from the school they wound up in," Fred answered. "He needs protection, so they are planning on bringing him here."

"What I want to know is, why does he need protection, and what from?" Wesley mused.

"I suppose that's one of the bombs they're gonna drop when they get here," Gunn offered, having read the note for himself.

"I really don't like the sound of that," Wesley said with a slight shudder. "Proverbial bombs so far as Angel is concerned are never a good thing."

"True, but it's part of the job," Fred said with a sigh. With that, she applied the finishing stroke to the intricate design she had been working on all day. "There! Done! This house is now hidden from all evil!"

Wesley surveyed the living room for a few moments before replying, "Excellent work, Fred. This will work nicely. Now, since at the very least that Draco person will be staying here, we may as well go out and get at least some bedroom furniture."

Fred squealed with delight. "This is the part I've been waiting for! Let's go!" She grabbed a hand of each of her comrades and dragged them out of the house, barely giving Gunn the time to lock the door.

And with that, they headed off to the nearest estate sale.

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Draco had to wait for the Ministry to okay his leave, and he was growing anxious. He was unsure if he would be allowed to leave Hogwarts at all, much less go gallivanting halfway across the globe with a couple of vampires to a big Muggle city. But he really wanted to go.

Despite being quite wealthy, his family didn't travel too much. His father was afraid their lives would fall to pieces without his constant supervision. But, even when he despised Muggles, Draco had ached to travel, to see new things. It pained him to hear other students tell of adventures had over summer holiday.

But, now it was his turn. He was going to go to America. To Los Angeles! Granted, he didn't know much about the city, but he knew it was big, it was busy, and it was bound to be full of new things to discover. He was going to meet new people ... Muggles! ... who he didn't have to hide from. He didn't even have to disguise the fact that he was a wizard. They knew and weren't surprised. According to Angel and Spike, they dealt with paranormal and supernatural things on a daily basis, so a young wizard was really no big deal. He was no big deal to Muggles!

Now, a year or so ago, this would have insulted Draco to no end. But now it amused him. It also made him realize how big the Universe was, and that he was just a small part of it. Just that thought alone made what remained of his self-centered ego melt away. It was apparent that wizards, even those Muggle-born, didn't know much about what happened out in that world. Yet another incredible learning experience.

But, he still had to wait. Draco was anything but patient. He had spent a lot of time with Angel and Spike, learning all he could about the Muggle world so that he'd be somewhat prepared before leaving. But that only made him more anxious. He still did it though, if only to be in their company. After the first night he slept there, when Spike had revealed who he really was, he didn't want to sleep in his own bed in the Slytherin dorm. So, Spike gave up and resigned himself to the couch while Draco took his room.

Draco was quite sure there was something going on between the two vampires. It was obvious they cared for each other, and that there was a strong bond between them. He was a little confused, though. Shouldn't there be more sex, if that was the case? But, there hadn't been any. At least, not while he was present, and he was almost always present.

And when had his mind turned to vampires and sex? He looked down at the book he had been reading, or at least pretending to read. It was a Muggle book that Wesley had sent him via Fawkes a day ago. It was called "Triumph of the Moon" by Ronald Hutton, and it talked about Wicca, a Muggle magickal tradition that had begun in Britain in the 1930's or so. Angel had suggested Draco read that first, because a lot of the books he'd find claimed they were about Wicca, but they really weren't. "This way," he had said, "you'll know what's what."

So, how had he gone from Wicca ... to vampires and sex? He chewed the inside of his lip and thought. His mind always seemed to come around to vampires and sex these days. No, Angel and Spike and sex. He had to figure out why, because it was beginning to bother him, in more ways than one. They obviously weren't thinking about sex with each other, so why the hell was he?! Oh, he thought, as steamy images started to invade his mind, that's why.

He had to admit, they were both very attractive. And though they seemed to be complete opposites, they to fit together perfectly. This, of course, led Draco to think about exactly how they would fit together, and he had to shake his head violently to try to clear it. He then smacked his forehead with the book for good measure.

He sighed. "Face it, Malfoy," he said to himself. "The thought of Liam and Will having sex turns you on."

"Oh, does it?" and amused voice crooned from behind him.

Draco froze, eyes wide, mouth gaping. He couldn't breathe, and didn't dare move. He was terrified of what he'd find if he turned around. But that was okay, since the speaker (who wasn't alone ... oh, joy!) came around to face him. Angel smiled down at him, Spike by his side, smirking. Draco had never blushed so fast and so furiously in his life. Kill me, he begged silently. Someone, please, just ... eep.

"You haven't answered my question," Angel crooned once again, his voice like honey. He sat on the low coffee table in front of the couch Draco had sprawled out on to read comfortably. He leaned forward. "Do you enjoy the thought of me and Will having sex?"

Spike, still smirking (he was a Malfoy, after all), knelt on the floor next to his Grand-Sire. "Inquiring minds do want to know." His voice was as silky as his elder's, and his eyes flashed yellow for a brief instant. He placed a hand on Angel's knee and began gently rubbing it. Neither turned from Draco's stunned gaze.

Draco swallowed hard, and his mouth was suddenly incredibly dry. Okay, how the hell had this happened? And why were they looking at him like that? And why was it turning him on?!

Angel chuckled low. "Well, I think that answers our question, Will," he said, gesturing to Draco's crotch, which he hastily covered with the book. Yes, he knew it was ineffective, but he did it anyway.

"It surely does," Spike said, nodding. "And you know, I want my great-gran'-nephew to be happy. Don't you, Liam?"

"Of course. I feel like he's my own kin."

"Well, then, love, what say we show him what it's really like, then he can find out if it really would turn him on?"

Draco squeaked. Were they going to ...? Oh, sweet Merlin, they were. He watched in disbelief as they began kissing each other deeply, hands starting to roam everywhere. He still couldn't breathe properly, and he couldn't speak for the life of him.

Angel then turned to him, as Spike kissed a trail down his throat. He smiled seductively at the young wizard. "Should we take him into the room?" he asked. Though he was looking at Draco, it was clear he was talking to the blonde man slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Nah," Spike answered in between soft kisses down the older vampire's chest. "No need to disturb him. We'll just be quiet."

Huh? Draco thought. Why would they need to be quiet? He had to admit, he didn't want them to be quiet. But, as his voice was still failing him, he had no way of telling them.

"Spike," Angel said, his tone teasing, "you could be knitting and you'd make enough noise to wake the dead." He entwined his long fingers in the platinum hair and pulled Spike back up for a kiss.

Draco blinked. This was getting bizarre. He was certainly enjoying the show, even if he was still in shock, but their conversation didn't seem to fit the moment. Why the hell were they talking, anyway? They had better things to do with their mouths and, dammit, he wanted to see it!

Spike huffed playfully. "Fine. Move him." He then started working on unfastening Angel's pants ...

Draco woke with a shriek as he felt strong arms snake under him and start to lift him. He looked about wildly, and Angel's eyes were the first thing he landed on. He gulped and tried to smile, but he knew it didn't work.

"You okay, Dray?" the dark man asked, his tone full of concern.

Draco's smile steadied a bit. The vampires had taken to calling him Dray, and he enjoyed it. Of course, he was also enjoying that dream ...

"Oh, thank Merlin," he breathed, somewhat startled by his own voice. "Just a dream."

Spike inhaled. "I dunno," he said. "Smells like more than just a dream." He smirked and winked.

Draco's eyes widened in horror. He had forgotten that they could smell things like fear ... and arousal.

"Will, stop teasing him. He's a teenager, for Christ's sake! He's supposed to have those kinds of dreams!" He gently set Draco on his feet, but still unsteady, the boy landed back on the couch.

He was supposed to have dreams about two gorgeous vampires -- one of whom was his great-grand-uncle -- having sex? In front of him? For his enjoyment? He groaned softly and held his head in his hands. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.

"So," Spike said excitedly as he came to sit next to him. "Who was she? Was she cute? Did she rock your world? Or was it a he?" His eyes shone even brighter at the prospect. "It was a bloke, wasn't it? What's his name?!"

"WILL!" Angel boomed. It was clear he was ... a tad bit upset. "That is enough! His sex life, whether real or fantasized, is none of our business!" Spike pouted, but acquiesced.

So, they didn't know exactly what he had been dreaming about. Good. Because as much as Angel said it wasn't their business, it was, since it involved them ... but they didn't need to know that. He needed a change of subject, and he needed it now. "Any word from the Ministry yet?" he croaked.

Angel's expression changed in an instant. "Start packing."

"I can go?!" Draco exclaimed, his embarrassment totally forgotten.

Angel smiled and nodded.

Draco whooped loudly and sprung off the couch. "I'm going to Los Angeles?" he asked, still not quite believing what was happening.

"Yes," Angel affirmed, laughing.

"This ..." he shouted, jumping up on the couch again, "... is great!" Bounce. "Wonderful!" Bounce. "Incredible!" Bounce.

"Splendiferous?" Spike offered, grinning.

With one final bounce, the boy landed on his backside. "That most of all!" He toppled sideways, his head landing in Spike's lap. He rather liked it here ... NO! Don't think about that! He sat up straight again, and as he glanced at Spike, he noticed the man looked a bit dejected. Had he liked having his head there, too? Knock it off! "I can't believe I'm going to get out of this castle!" he said, more for his own benefit than theirs.

"Have to tell you though, you will be surrounded by Muggles, nearly all the time," Angel forewarned.

"Perfect!" Draco crowed.

"How so?" Spike asked.

"Well, I wanted to reinvent myself, right?" The vampires nodded. "Well, I don't want to be known as a Muggle-hater anymore. Being around Muggles would help me understand them, accept them." His expression brightened even more. "Imagine Granger's face when I walk up to her on the first day and start talking about Muggle things! Oh, the internet! Do you have the internet?"

"Yes, we do," Spike said, chuckling at the young man's exuberance.

"I've heard of it," Draco continued, "but I've never understood what it is. Apparently it's rather important in the Muggle world, and I want to learn about it!"

"You will, I promise," Angel said. "I will have Fred teach you herself. If anyone knows about computers, it's her."

"Computers?" Draco asked.

"What you access the internet on," Spike provided.

"Oh. Well, don't you know about computers?" he asked.

"Actually, yes," Angel answered. "We're both fairly good with them. We just don't like the others knowing."

"Why not? Is knowing about computers bad?"

Spike chuckled. "No, pet. You see, like you, everyone we're associated with has a specific role to play. A job, if you will. Angel and I are the brawn of the outfit, and fight the physical battles. Our friend Wes is great at researching just about anything, not to mention quite handy with the magick."

"He'll teach me?"

"I'm sure he will, yes. Now, Gunn is a barrister, and he knows all about law and business. Fred, or Winnifred, is our little genius. She's a techno-wonder, let me tell you. If she had patents for half of the things she's invented, she'd be filthy rich. Then there's Lorne. Lorne is our socialite. He spins the media, charms the socks off of everyone. Despite being green." Spike chuckled at Draco's reaction to that. "And Harmony has turned out to be quite the organizer, hasn't she?"

"Best damn assistant I've ever had," Angel said. His eyes squeezed shut and grimaced. "No offence, Cordelia, if you're listening!"

"I'm sure she understands, love. After all, wasn't she more suited as Vision Girl?"

"True."

"I don't understand," Draco said quietly.

"I had a very, very dear friend who was gifted with visions from the Powers That Be. She ... she died a few months ago."

Draco gasped. "Oh, Merlin. I am so sorry."

Angel smiled sadly. "It's okay. She used the last of her energy to help us, and she made me realize quite a few things." He was quiet for a moment before mumbling, "One of these days I'm going to find a Seer who won't die on me."

Draco began to ask what he meant, but Spike's hand on his arm stopped him. He looked to his great-grand-uncle, who just shook his head sternly. Obviously, this was a very delicate topic for the older vampire. Draco nodded.

Angel inhaled deeply and decided that it would be best to change the subject, before Doyle's voice had a chance to echo through his mind. "Now, Spike and I can do all those things that we mentioned. Maybe not as well as the others can, but we can hold our own."

"Why don't you then?"

"Because, also like you, all of those people came into my life looking for somewhere to belong. They wanted to matter. So, I let them. Sometimes a couple of us will help Wes with research, or assist Fred in the lab, or whatever. But most of the time, we all just stand back and let each other do what we're best at."

"Not to mention," Spike added, "if we showed them that we know about these things, they'll expect us to do them all the time." He grinned.

Draco nodded in understanding. "And that's why you make a good team? Because everyone has one area they are an expert in. If one has a problem, they know who to go to for help."

"Exactly," Angel agreed.

Draco pondered a moment before smiling brightly. "I can't wait to meet them."

All thoughts of Angel and Spike having wild, hot, passionate, and (preferably) loud sex had disappeared ...

... or not.

BLOODY HELL!!

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It was just after dark as the head executives (plus one personal assistant) waited for their CEO and his companions to arrive. Harmony (said personal assistant) fidgeted with the hem of her blouse. She was nervous about several things.

First, she was worried about what Angel would think about the house she had bought with his money. She hoped he would approve. She had gone through a lot of trouble and time to pick just the right place to use as a hidden base of operations, and had used her best judgment. Ever since Wesley had been kind enough to place her as Angel's assistant, she had been doing her best to impress her boss. Partially because she wanted a raise, but mostly because the more on his good side she remained, the less likely she would get staked. Finding the new base was the biggest project she had ever had in her time with the company, and she hoped she had done an acceptable job.

Secondly, she was worried about whatever it was that Angel had to tell them. It had to be big if he wanted to tell them in person. She hoped it wasn't really bad news. She was so not in the mood for yet another apocalypse. Maybe they had found away to separate the firm from the Senior Partners, while still being able to keep all their resources. Really, without the unmatched resources provided by the Senior Partners, there would be no sense in staying at Wolfram & Hart. Everyone knew it, even if they didn't admit it. She certainly knew it. She also knew how hard Angel and his friends were trying to change things from the inside-out. But that kind of subtlety wouldn't work, she was sure of it. What they needed to do was destroy the Senior Partners, then partner up with another group who either could maintain their current resources, or had a few exceptional ones of their own. But, that would be difficult. It would take a lot of time, a lot of work, and three times as much luck. Maybe what Wesley had discovered about that Moldy Wart guy had something to do with it? He still hadn't said anything, insisting on waiting until Angel and the others had arrived.

The final thing she was anxious about was this student they were bringing with them. She knew that neither Spike nor Angel befriended people that easily nowadays. It usually was a matter of trust, or lack thereof on their part. So, what was so damn special about this Draco kid that they felt the overwhelming need to protect him. Sure, Angel hadn't said that in any of his correspondence, but she knew it was there. She was a vampire, and she could sense vampirey things. And this was definitely vampirey. Something really big was going on, she could feel it. She didn't know why, or how, but she could. And having lived most of her life on the Hellmouth, she learned with a quickness to not ignore those kinds of feelings.

So, she bit her lip and continued to fidget. She hated being just outside the loop. Since she was only an assistant, and a soulless vampire to boot, she was not privy to most of the big happenings at the office. But, for some reason, Angel had put his faith in her. He acknowledged that I was good at something, she thought, a slight smile gracing her face. That brought her apprehension back. I hope he likes it.

As she thought, she had to admit to herself that her attempts to impress the older vampire had to do with more than a raise or staying unalive. She genuinely liked him. Yes, he was handsome, no one could deny that. But the fact that he had actually given her a chance at redemption -- even though she screwed up the first time a few years ago -- really made her adore him.

She was just a minion, and therefore had no standing in the vampiric community. She had been turned, then left to fend for herself. No Sire's blood to make her stronger. No one to guide her. True, she had dated -- in the most vampiric sense -- Spike for a while, and if it hadn't been for him, she would have been dust a long time ago. But even so, she was on the lowest rung of vampire society. Yet, Angel, a Master vampire (not only by power, but by heritage as well, as she was sure that he was now the Master of the Order of Aurelius, even if he himself did not realize it), took it upon himself to take her under his wing and help her. And she didn't even have a soul! She often wondered what it would have been like to have Angel as a Sire. Not Angelus, because he wouldn't have been as nice and caring and compassionate as Angel (sometimes) was. If Angel had been her Sire, then she would be at the opposite end of the ladder.

She sighed somewhat sadly to herself. It was silly to think about it. It could never be. She was a minion, and that was that. She was no one's Childe, and never would be. Spike had taught her all the laws and codes of the vampire race, and she knew that there was such a thing as re-Siring, but she figured that no one would want her. To repeat the process of Siring with one that is not your own Childe was a very, very big deal. And she didn't deserve such a big deal.

She fought back her tears of self-pity, scolding herself for being so weak. So, he wasn't her Sire. He was her boss, which made her important by default. After all, she had found and procured this place all on her own, without anyone looking over her shoulder. And so far, she had been absolutely correct in her assumption that the Senior Partners would not come looking for them in a place like this. She stopped biting her lip, released her blouse from her worrying fingers, and sat a bit straighter in the dining room chair she was occupying. No, she was most definitely worth something. If she hadn't been, Angel would not have trusted her with this job.

She bit her lip again and winced slightly. I really hope he likes it...

She was barely able to finish the thought when there was the sound of people arriving in the living room. She jumped from her chair and ran to the other room in time to see Spike appear from the fireplace and almost careen into Angel, who had apparently arrived before him. Angel caught him and steadied him, and they exchanged a glance and a smile.

Harmony's eyes nearly popped out of her head. She could see it. She could sense it. These were not the same vampires who had disappeared nearly two weeks ago. Angel was more ... well, like a vampire. He moved with grace and power, even the smallest action reflecting his physical prowess. Usually, he tried to suppress it, and came off looking like a bumbling oaf. But not this Angel. Oh, no, he was sensuous and elegant, and comfortable being that way. Spike, on the other hand, was softer and more mellow. Nowhere near the hardass he always pretended to be. Well, it's about damn time they figured out who they are! she thought with an amused smirk.

But what caught her attention the most was how they interacted with each other. The old Angel would not have caught Spike. No, he would have turned and berated him, starting one of their infamous arguments. They sure as hell wouldn't have smiled at each other like that, as if they actually enjoyed the contact. But, apparently they did, because even as they moved aside, Angel's hand never left Spike's shoulder. Oh, there was going to be some juicy gossip going round the break room tomorrow.

Finally, another person arrived. Upon seeing him, Harmony gasped. Apparently, she wasn't the only one surprised to see an almost mirror (albeit a bit younger) image of Spike. Now, she had never stopped thinking her Blondie-Bear was gorgeous. Seeing two of them was almost too much. When he moved to join the other two vampires, she almost swooned. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

"Everyone," Angel said softly, his voice less coarse than usual, "this is Draco Malfoy, a young wizard learning magick at Hogwarts." Everyone murmured their hello's, and Fred even waved slightly. Finally releasing Spike, he wrapped an arm around the young man's shoulders and guided him toward the group. "Draco, these are me and Spike's friends and coworkers. This," he said, directing the boy toward Gunn, "is Charles Gunn, though we all pretty much call him Gunn."

"Either or will do," Gunn replied with a bright smile. He stuck his hand out to Draco, who hesitantly took it.

"He's the head of our Law and Commerce Department."

"Pleased to meet you," Draco said quietly. His refined British accent made Harmony go all tingly.

"Next, we have Winnifred Burkle."

"You can call me Fred," she offered, along with her hand. He was not quite as hesitant to take it, but still plainly nervous. "I head up the Science and Technology department."

"Pleasure," Draco said, his voice a bit steadier. Harmony tingled again.

"This is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce III. He heads our Research and Magick Departments."

Draco smiled as he took the proffered hand. "Will you be the one helping with my studies?" Draco inquired.

Wesley smiled in turn. "Yes. I'm rather looking forward to it, actually. I'm hoping to learn a few things myself."

Draco nodded. "Well, it's only fair."

Wesley beamed brighter.

"Now, don't panic. This is Lorne, and yes, he's a demon. His real name is actually a lot longer than that, but just the sound of it makes him cringe."

"You ain't singin' Dixie, honey. I left that back in Pylea the last time. Lorne suits me just fine." He then turned to the visitor. "Hey, there, sugar. So, you're the one who needs protecting?" Draco just nodded, unsure. "Angel," Lorne said, "you didn't say he'd be a Chibi-Spike. Whatever am I going to do with two of these beauties? I have a hard enough time with just him." He jutted his chin to where the blonde vampire was chuckling.

"I ... uh ..." Draco stuttered, turning crimson.

Harmony decided she had to do something, before Draco blushed himself to the point of exploding. She walked quickly over to him and took his hand to shake it. Flashing one of her million-dollar smiles, she said, "I'm Harmony Kendall. Angel's personal assistant. If you need anything while you're here, just let me know."

He smiled back at her. "Thank you. I appreciate that." It was almost her undoing. He then frowned somewhat. "Your hands are so cold. Are you ... are you a vampire?"

She tried not to let her smile falter. Being a vampire while trying to live amongst humans was a stigma she would most likely never get over. She nodded and said, "Yes. Just a minion though." Why the hell did she say that? He didn't need to know that. It wasn't important. What had gotten into her?

"A ... minion?"

She sighed with relief when Spike answered for her. "A vampire who was turned, then left alone." He joined the group, and stood very close to Angel. "In order to be a Childe, you must be fed the blood of the person who turned you a few times after you wake. That makes a very strong bond. It also allows the Childe to share a bit of their Sire's power, making them stronger." Harmony could hardly believe the kindness in Spike's voice. His accent seemed a touch more refined as well.

Draco nodded, apparently understanding what Spike meant. "Why would a vampire do that? I mean, wouldn't it be more beneficial to take the time to actually Sire a Childe than to turn vampires willy-nilly?"

Angel smiled gently, something that Harmony had never seen before. He cared for this boy. He still had his arm around Draco's shoulders, and gave a light squeeze. "I think that would be best saved for another time, Dray. Right now, we should get you settled in. Then my friends and I have to have a debriefing. You don't have to attend if you don't want to."

Draco nodded once again. "I am rather tired. I never knew such long Floo trips could be so exhausting."

Angel chuckled as he passed the young wizard to the younger vampire. "Harmony, did you have any specific room set up?"

She was startled that he actually asked her. Why did he? She wasn't in charge of the house ... was she? "Well, no. They're all furnished and stuff, so he can just pick one."

Spike nodded and started leading Draco to the staircase. "Alright, pet. Let's go." Harmony watched the two leave, Spike staying protectively close to the boy, going so far as slinging his arm around Draco's waist.

She then turned to Angel, hands on her hips, and said, "You have a lot of explaining to do."

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The debriefing in the dining room went on long past midnight, as everyone had much to discuss. The meeting started off with Angel and Spike explaining about the Wizarding world, and about Voldemort. The others were shocked that such a world existed, almost right alongside their own, and no one knew it.

They then went on to explain how they ended up in Hogwarts, and their theories as to why. They told their friends about Draco's father, and how, since he was a Death Eater, it only made sense he'd be coming for his son. Spike also nearly stunned everyone (aside from Angel) out of their chairs when he revealed his own relation to Draco. The others then agreed that bringing the boy to Los Angeles had been a wise course of action.

Angel also informed them of their hopes of returning to Hogwarts for the school year. The rest of the group was wary about this, and a heated debate began. Gunn argued that the vampires were needed in Los Angeles, and that they couldn't hide their absence from the Senior Partners forever. Fred actually thought that having them teach at the school was a good idea. She argued that the kids there needed all the help they could if they ever hoped to have anything resembling a fighting chance. Of course, she was always pro-education anyway. When Angel had turned to Harmony for her opinion, she stuttered that she thought they should do it. When asked why, she explained her theory on separating the firm from the Senior Partners.

"This subtle take-over thing isn't working," she said. "This franchise has been in business for centuries. It's not something you can just chip away at, little by little, and hope to get anywhere. What we need to do, is pull the rug out from under them, then drive swords through their chests when they're down!"

Wesley sighed beside Angel. "As gory as that sounded, I'm bound to agree," he said, adjusting his glasses. "And, I have just the thing to accomplish that." He placed his briefcase on the table. "As per your request, Angel, we began researching both Voldemort and Tom Riddle. Now, we ran through the entire office library. Nothing. I went to every city library, every occult shop, I even risked calling Rupert. Buffy is still not happy with us, by the way. In any case, we found nothing. So, on an odd hunch, I went down to Records and Filing." He then opened his briefcase, removed a grossly thick file, and dropped it in front of Angel. "Merry Christmas, half a year early."

Angel stared at the file. If Wolfram & Hart had a file on Voldemort, it meant one of only two things: either he was a client, or an enemy. Without opening it, he knew which it was. Wesley opened it for him, and began explaining. "Thomas Riddle is the founder and chairperson of several large charities in England. Wolfram & Hart donates to each of these annually, and I don't mean a shilling here and there. We're talking large sums. Not only that," he said, pulling out another smaller file from his case, "but several of the firm's clients do as well. And not just this branch. All over the world." He placed the smaller file on top of Voldemort's and opened it. "I thought this one would interest you most."

Spike growled. "Lucius. Malfoy."

Wesley nodded. "Yes. Since wizards usually don't interact with our world, they don't even know Wolfram & Hart exists, so Riddle can be as open here as he likes. As can some of his lieutenants. Lucius Malfoy owns Malfoy Enterprises, a large brokerage firm in France. Apparently, he wanted his business to be far away from the school. He's had his hand in the demon world for years now. I'm not doubting that Death Eaters and those Dementor things you mentioned are not the only things that you and your friends will be up against."

"Shit," Angel muttered. He rubbed a hand over his face and let out a harsh breath. "Fuck."

"And all we have to put up against them ... are innocent children," Spike said quietly.

"There are also the professors, and the Aurors from the Ministry. But, Albus doesn't trust the Ministry, and neither do I. What the fuck are we going to do?"

"Okay, well, I'd like to change my stance on our earlier debate," Gunn said solemnly. "Fred was right. They need everything they can get."

"Well, there's more," Wesley said. Everyone groaned, but he continued anyway. "It's obvious these charities are covers, and just a way to raise money for his cause. But, that's just the top of the file." He removed Lucius' file and half of the paperwork from Voldemort's. "This dates back to the early seventies. It's ... an application."

"What?" Angel asked, hoping his friend was not going to tell him what he thought he was going to tell him.

"Thomas Riddle worked for the London branch of Wolfram & Hart."

"Oh, that is fucked up!" Gunn cried.

"It gets worse."

Angel stood abruptly. "No, Wes! Don't tell me! Do not tell me ..."

"... he worked his way up rather quickly ..."

"No!"

"... and became the youngest Senior Partner in history. That's when he became known as Lord Voldemort."

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Angel spun and smashed his hand into the wall.

Spike sprung up, speaking quiet, soothing words to the larger vampire that only Harmony's vampiric hearing could perceive. He helped remove his hand from the wall and rubbed his back.

"Why does this shit always happen to us?" Angel asked weakly. "Why does it always have to be some prophecy or war or apocalypse or crazed god ... and US?"

"Dunno, love. The Universe thinks we're its personal play-toy, I suppose," Spike answered softly.

"Actually, this is a good thing," Harmony said, trying to distract the others from the odd display of affection.

"How?" Angel asked, turning to her.

"One of our goals is to separate from the Senior Partners, right? Well, here's a Senior Partner. We destroy him, and not only will the wizards be saved, but we'll put a dent in Wolfram & Hart's bosses. It might be enough for them to back off, and leave the firm to us."

"Yes, but all of our resources are routed through the Senior Partners," Wesley pointed out.

"And Angel's friends with the headmaster of a school for magick," Harmony countered. "I'm thinking alliance here. We save them, and they're bound to be all grateful and stuff. Maybe that Ministry will take over, and we can become a new department or something. And besides, you guys did pretty good without all this before."

The others were silent. She was right. Even before taking over the Los Angeles branch of the firm, they had done pretty well. Better, in fact. And to be honest, Angel missed his hotel.

Harmony didn't wait for anyone to agree with her. For the first time in her life, she took charge. Standing up, she placed her hands on the table and leaned forward. "Wes, you need to find out more about the Partners. How many, how long they've been with the company, where they are, which branches they oversee, everything."

"I do?"

"Yes, you do. Gunn, you need to find a way to discreetly cut off Moldy Wart's funding. Malfoy's too. I don't care how you do it. Just be quiet about it. They probably have so much already that they won't notice it's stopped, so that will give us an edge. Hell, if you can divert that money to us, or the school, or even the Ministry, all the better."

Gunn grinned. "You got it, blondie. In fact, I think I'll start up a nice little account to help fund the boys' new teaching professions," he said with a nod to Angel and Spike.

"There are Ministries of Magick all over the world," Angel said, picking up on Harmony's mention of the Ministry.

"Then talk to your friend," Harmony commanded. "If that school is brought down, do you honestly think this guy will be content with that? No, he won't. We need the entire Wizarding world united on this."

"You're right," Angel said.

"Alright, what else?" Harmony thought for a moment, scratching her temple. "Okay, from what it sounds like, the Wizarding world is a little ... technologically challenged."

" 'Cause of the magick," Spike offered. "Screws everything up."

Harmony chewed her lip and thought for a moment. "Fred, can you do anything about that? I mean, find a way to either override that magick thing, or combine magick with technology? I'm thinking cell phones and laptops would help them a lot right now."

"I might. I don't know much about magick though."

"Well, they have a very specific brand of magick, so that's what you'd have to work with," Angel said.

"Could Draco help?" Fred asked.

Angel thought. "He might, but he's going to be rather busy. We want to give him a head start on training and stuff."

"Anyone else you can think of?"

"No, but I can ask Albus. It would have to be someone who knows a little about Muggles ... sorry, non-wizards."

"Right," Harmony agreed. "You two," she said, pointing to both Angel and Spike, "will be in charge of turning those kids into warriors. It sucks that you have to, but there's not much choice. It's obvious that Hogwarts is his first target, so if we can nail him there ..."

"Right."

Wesley tentatively raised his hand, obviously unsure of how to behave in front of this new-and-rather-authoritative Harmony. "If I may. I'm rather concerned about you two. I mean, being vampires, while giving you many advantages, makes you vulnerable to many things. I'm sure Riddle knows this, and once he finds out what you're doing ..."

"He's right," Spike agreed. "Dammit, Peaches, you had to go and smash that Gem of Amara."

"Huh?" Gunn asked.

"It was a ring that made any vampire who wore it invincible," Angel answered. "They could go out into the sun, get staked, set on fire, you name it."

"I wonder if there is a spell that would duplicate that," Wesley pondered.

"Look for it, Wes. In fact, have Draco help you as part of his studies."

Wesley nodded.

Angel sighed as he looked at the wall clock. "It's been a long night, and I'm beat. We have a lot of work ahead of us, I would prefer to start tomorrow."

"In other words," Gunn said as he stood, "you're kickin' us out." He smiled at his boss to show he had no hard feelings.

Angel chuckled. "Yes, we are. Spike and I will be staying here to keep an eye on Draco."

"Can I stay, too?" Harmony asked. "I'll probably end up here anyway."

"Sure, there are three of us, and three rooms available. That works fine."

"Thanks."

They all said their good-nights and good-byes. Spike and Harmony offered to clean up (for some reason, Chinese food always went well with their meetings) as Angel headed upstairs to bed. He was about to check on Draco when he heard a noise come from the other side of the door. It sounded like a groan, but Angel wasn't sure what kind. Was the wizard having a nightmare?

The breathy sound of, "Oh, Liam," told him that no, he was not having a nightmare. Far from it.

Angels' eyes widened, and he was shocked to find himself moving closer to the door. He clearly did not remember telling his legs to do that. Nor did he tell his body to lean in and place his ear to the wood. What was he doing?!

"Will!" Draco moaned, and Angel could hear the boy's harsh breathing. He was now making unintelligible sounds that were coming faster and growing louder. "Liam! Will! Please, more!"

Angel gasped and backed away from the door until his back was pressed flat against the opposite wall.

"Merlin, yes! Yes! Don't stop! YESSSS!!!" Draco cried.

Angel clapped a hand to his mouth to keep from ... screaming? Moaning? Telling Draco to stop and wait for him to get Spike? He wasn't sure, but none of those would have been good.

Draco then let out one final cry. Angel instinctively inhaled, and even through the door he could scent out the boy's release. He realized too late that he really shouldn't have done that. His knees grew weak and he nearly collapsed. He was surprised, freaked, and aroused all at the same time.

Suddenly, he heard someone coming up the stairs. Oh, no. He could tell it was Spike immediately, and before the younger vampire could even reach the top step, Angel grabbed his collar and dragged him to the empty room farthest from Draco's. He tossed his confused Grand-Childe into the room and quickly shut the door behind him. He then leaned against the it and sank to the floor. "Will, we have a problem."

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