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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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5,039
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10
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
House of Rothschild
Title: Will's Family Tree
Author: Eris Jade Black-Lupin
Rating: PG13-R (rating may go up depending on the chapters)
Summary: X-over with AtS. During the battle with the Senior Partners and other factions, Spike is sent to a place he hasn't seen since he was alive. Slash implied, M/M, M/M/M
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Angel the Series. I just like to play with the boys, can you blame me? ~*~glances over to Spike and Lucius, checking to see if their collars are still there.~*~ "Good boys."
Pairings: Spike/Angel
Possible Pairings: Spike/Severus, HP/LM, HP/DM
A/N: Okay, here is the second chappy. More people need to review. But if I do this based on the hit counter, maybe I'll keep this story"¦"¦
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Chapter 2: House of Rothschild
Harry Potter was happy, granted, he would be happy with anything that didn't have anything to do with the Dark Lord. The young wizard had just graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and finally got the Headmaster to allow him to leave his muggle relatives. The old man, finally realizing that living with such horrid people just might be as bad as throwing a lamb to the wolves, he gave Harry the key to the Potter vault.
When Harry went to Gringotts to peruse this new vault, he was surprised to find that when he had reached his 18th year, he inherited all of the Potter family estates, in particular, a moderately sized house located in the Wales countryside. Deciding that this would be the perfect place to escape to, Harry took the deed to the property, as this is what controls the wards, and apparated to the designated apparation point, near the stone manor house. The lawn was overgrown and the garden was full of weeds and gnomes.
"Well this will take some work, but it will be home." Harry smiled as the front door to the house opened at his approach.
Two weeks later, after completely revamping the gardens and the lawns, Harry was still exploring the inside of the house. He loved the fact that all of the original furniture was there, preserved with a spell, and that all of the books were still in the library. Speaking of the library, that is where Harry was currently, trying to find out how the house was brought into the family.
"Alexis Rothschild, the last heir to the House of Rothschild, is wed the eldest heir of the House of Potter, Henry Potter. So all holdings of the House of Rothschild so shall be entitled to all heirs of the House of Potter, born after the union of the two heirs"¦"¦"¦." Harry read to his owl Hedwig, as he wasn't ready for the Weasley invasion plus Hermione. Draco was the only one to visit as of yet, as he was helping Harry with the Wizarding Laws and the bookkeeping. Draco and Harry called a truce when it was discovered that Lucius Malfoy had been a spy for the Order, and had since become friends.
That night the waxing crescent hung low on it's trek across the night sky, Harry was looking out over his gardens, smelling the scents of the night blooming flowers. He remembered the odd owl post he had received the night before, asking for permission for someone to stay at his home for a time. Harry, cautious as he was, wrote back stating that with such a vague missive, that he was compelled to write back for more information about his possible houseguest. The return letter explained how they knew Harry, and about their friend who happened to be a certain type of vampire, who shared a relation with the wizard. Harry wrote back explaining that with such high security in these times of war, that he would have to make and key a port-key to their friend, so if they could send something that had this friends essence, to have the port-key made. Two days later, and a very tattered leather duster, which Harry fixed and placed in the guestroom, the port-key was ready and sent off with Hedwig.
Harry inhaled sharply, as he felt the wards shift, knowing that it must be his houseguest. He watched as the figure landed in a heap and pass out. He waved his wand and levitated the other man to the guestroom, checking to make sure the heavy draperies were pulled closed, to block the sun that would be rising in a few hours. Magiking some pajamas onto the sleeping figure, Harry placed all of the belongings on the chair that was beside the bed. Taking the box that had been used as a port-key, he de-activated it, so that when opened, it wouldn't send the poor man back into the front lawn. One more glance at his sleeping guest, and Harry walked out into the hall, summoning Dobby, who had begged to be of Mr. Harry Potter's service, and told the elf to alert him the minute the vampire woke. Then he went to his own room, changed for bed, and fell asleep, wondering exactly who this platinum haired vampire was, and why exactly did this man looked so familiar.
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As Spike slowly came back to consciousness, he reached out with his vampire senses to see where he was. Feeling that nothing was amispikepike opened his eyes and looked around the room. It was a midsize room. The four-poster bed that he was lying on was made of a dark chestnut, with navy blue hangings and bedclothes. The walls were a royal blue with, dark trim and a wooden floor that had fluffy royal blue rugs scatter about.
Stretching out, Spike was acutely aware of a very odd looking creature staring straight at him. Looking like something out of Tolkien, the thing had eyes the size of tennis balls and bat like ears, and in some odd irony, the creature's nose was the same shape as the Slayer's stake, lovingly named, "Mr. Pointy".
"Dobby is so happy that Mr. Harry Potter's guest is waked up!" the house elf bounced happily under the vampire's scrutiny. "I is going to wake Mr. Harry Potter now." And with a snap of his fingers Dobby vanished, scaring the shit out of Spike.
"Bloody hell!" Shell shocked, he continued to look around the room.
"Mr. Harry Potter, Sir! Your guest is awake." The house elf jumped Harry's bed, as this was the only way to wake up his sleeping boss.
"Okay Dobby. Thank you Dobby, have Winky prepare breakfast, and if you could, draw some blood from the cow." Harry requested as he stretched, looking like a cat.
"Yes Mr. Harry Potter, Sir!" again the house elf vanished. The Boy-Who-Lived dressed, and went to speak with his houseguest. Hearing the other man's exclaimation, Harry chuckled as he knocked on the door.
Spike turned to the door, and said, "Come in?" Harry slowly walked into the room.
"Hello, I'm sure you are wondering why you are here."
"Well that was bloody obvious." Harry ignored the sarcasm, being used to it, dealing with Draco and Snape.
"I can see the fall didn't impair your minds. Anyway, my name is Harry, you are at my home in South Wales."
"How exactly did I get here?"
"By port-key." Harry walked around the bed, to the chair that had all of the things Spike had on him. Harry picked up the box, and tossed it to Spike, whose reflexes could be compared to Harry's own.
"This is that box Angel threw to me," Spike had a faraway look then snapped back to the present.
"Yes, your friends had me make it send you here. They thought you would be better here, than in a battle." Harry rolled his eyes, "As if that would keep you from battle." Hw said more to himself, forgetting about the vampire hearing of his companion. "Do you have a name? Or am I to just call you Blondie?"
"Name's Spike."
"Great, now that we have that settled, how about some breakfast, I have the house elves preparing it, and Dobby is getting some blood for you from the cow in the barn." Spike followed his host down the stairs and to the dining room, the house seeming very familiar.
Gesturing to the chair across from himself, Harry sat down and watched as the food appeared on the table, once again startling the vampire, not that he showed it, much. "I can see that you have been away from our world for a very long time."
"Our world?"
"The Wizarding World. Apparently when you were alive, you were a wizard, not unlike myself."
"Pfft, like I was a poncy wizard, waving a wand around. Right."
"Well you were, and some how you are related to me. Although I don't see any resemblance to the Potter's." Harry pondered that as Dobby returned, holding a goblet of blood for Spike.
"Here is your blood Sir." Dobby placed the goblet on the table then vanished, presumably back to the kitchen.
"What is that? Some sort of demon or a golem?"
"No, that was a house elf. They are the servants here in the Wizarding world." Noticing that Spike had finished his blood, and food that was laid out, Harry stood. "Now, I would like to give you a tour of the house."
Spike followed, looking at the hangings and other pieces of art that covered the walls of the hall they were walking through. "I am going to take you into the library, I have a feeling as to how you are related to me, and the library is the only place to find this." Harry knew that the paintings in that room were of the Rothschilds and that maybe, they would recognize Spike as one of theirs.
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A/N: now you can review, they are as important as a wand to a witch"¦"¦
Author: Eris Jade Black-Lupin
Rating: PG13-R (rating may go up depending on the chapters)
Summary: X-over with AtS. During the battle with the Senior Partners and other factions, Spike is sent to a place he hasn't seen since he was alive. Slash implied, M/M, M/M/M
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Angel the Series. I just like to play with the boys, can you blame me? ~*~glances over to Spike and Lucius, checking to see if their collars are still there.~*~ "Good boys."
Pairings: Spike/Angel
Possible Pairings: Spike/Severus, HP/LM, HP/DM
A/N: Okay, here is the second chappy. More people need to review. But if I do this based on the hit counter, maybe I'll keep this story"¦"¦
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Chapter 2: House of Rothschild
Harry Potter was happy, granted, he would be happy with anything that didn't have anything to do with the Dark Lord. The young wizard had just graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and finally got the Headmaster to allow him to leave his muggle relatives. The old man, finally realizing that living with such horrid people just might be as bad as throwing a lamb to the wolves, he gave Harry the key to the Potter vault.
When Harry went to Gringotts to peruse this new vault, he was surprised to find that when he had reached his 18th year, he inherited all of the Potter family estates, in particular, a moderately sized house located in the Wales countryside. Deciding that this would be the perfect place to escape to, Harry took the deed to the property, as this is what controls the wards, and apparated to the designated apparation point, near the stone manor house. The lawn was overgrown and the garden was full of weeds and gnomes.
"Well this will take some work, but it will be home." Harry smiled as the front door to the house opened at his approach.
Two weeks later, after completely revamping the gardens and the lawns, Harry was still exploring the inside of the house. He loved the fact that all of the original furniture was there, preserved with a spell, and that all of the books were still in the library. Speaking of the library, that is where Harry was currently, trying to find out how the house was brought into the family.
"Alexis Rothschild, the last heir to the House of Rothschild, is wed the eldest heir of the House of Potter, Henry Potter. So all holdings of the House of Rothschild so shall be entitled to all heirs of the House of Potter, born after the union of the two heirs"¦"¦"¦." Harry read to his owl Hedwig, as he wasn't ready for the Weasley invasion plus Hermione. Draco was the only one to visit as of yet, as he was helping Harry with the Wizarding Laws and the bookkeeping. Draco and Harry called a truce when it was discovered that Lucius Malfoy had been a spy for the Order, and had since become friends.
That night the waxing crescent hung low on it's trek across the night sky, Harry was looking out over his gardens, smelling the scents of the night blooming flowers. He remembered the odd owl post he had received the night before, asking for permission for someone to stay at his home for a time. Harry, cautious as he was, wrote back stating that with such a vague missive, that he was compelled to write back for more information about his possible houseguest. The return letter explained how they knew Harry, and about their friend who happened to be a certain type of vampire, who shared a relation with the wizard. Harry wrote back explaining that with such high security in these times of war, that he would have to make and key a port-key to their friend, so if they could send something that had this friends essence, to have the port-key made. Two days later, and a very tattered leather duster, which Harry fixed and placed in the guestroom, the port-key was ready and sent off with Hedwig.
Harry inhaled sharply, as he felt the wards shift, knowing that it must be his houseguest. He watched as the figure landed in a heap and pass out. He waved his wand and levitated the other man to the guestroom, checking to make sure the heavy draperies were pulled closed, to block the sun that would be rising in a few hours. Magiking some pajamas onto the sleeping figure, Harry placed all of the belongings on the chair that was beside the bed. Taking the box that had been used as a port-key, he de-activated it, so that when opened, it wouldn't send the poor man back into the front lawn. One more glance at his sleeping guest, and Harry walked out into the hall, summoning Dobby, who had begged to be of Mr. Harry Potter's service, and told the elf to alert him the minute the vampire woke. Then he went to his own room, changed for bed, and fell asleep, wondering exactly who this platinum haired vampire was, and why exactly did this man looked so familiar.
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As Spike slowly came back to consciousness, he reached out with his vampire senses to see where he was. Feeling that nothing was amispikepike opened his eyes and looked around the room. It was a midsize room. The four-poster bed that he was lying on was made of a dark chestnut, with navy blue hangings and bedclothes. The walls were a royal blue with, dark trim and a wooden floor that had fluffy royal blue rugs scatter about.
Stretching out, Spike was acutely aware of a very odd looking creature staring straight at him. Looking like something out of Tolkien, the thing had eyes the size of tennis balls and bat like ears, and in some odd irony, the creature's nose was the same shape as the Slayer's stake, lovingly named, "Mr. Pointy".
"Dobby is so happy that Mr. Harry Potter's guest is waked up!" the house elf bounced happily under the vampire's scrutiny. "I is going to wake Mr. Harry Potter now." And with a snap of his fingers Dobby vanished, scaring the shit out of Spike.
"Bloody hell!" Shell shocked, he continued to look around the room.
"Mr. Harry Potter, Sir! Your guest is awake." The house elf jumped Harry's bed, as this was the only way to wake up his sleeping boss.
"Okay Dobby. Thank you Dobby, have Winky prepare breakfast, and if you could, draw some blood from the cow." Harry requested as he stretched, looking like a cat.
"Yes Mr. Harry Potter, Sir!" again the house elf vanished. The Boy-Who-Lived dressed, and went to speak with his houseguest. Hearing the other man's exclaimation, Harry chuckled as he knocked on the door.
Spike turned to the door, and said, "Come in?" Harry slowly walked into the room.
"Hello, I'm sure you are wondering why you are here."
"Well that was bloody obvious." Harry ignored the sarcasm, being used to it, dealing with Draco and Snape.
"I can see the fall didn't impair your minds. Anyway, my name is Harry, you are at my home in South Wales."
"How exactly did I get here?"
"By port-key." Harry walked around the bed, to the chair that had all of the things Spike had on him. Harry picked up the box, and tossed it to Spike, whose reflexes could be compared to Harry's own.
"This is that box Angel threw to me," Spike had a faraway look then snapped back to the present.
"Yes, your friends had me make it send you here. They thought you would be better here, than in a battle." Harry rolled his eyes, "As if that would keep you from battle." Hw said more to himself, forgetting about the vampire hearing of his companion. "Do you have a name? Or am I to just call you Blondie?"
"Name's Spike."
"Great, now that we have that settled, how about some breakfast, I have the house elves preparing it, and Dobby is getting some blood for you from the cow in the barn." Spike followed his host down the stairs and to the dining room, the house seeming very familiar.
Gesturing to the chair across from himself, Harry sat down and watched as the food appeared on the table, once again startling the vampire, not that he showed it, much. "I can see that you have been away from our world for a very long time."
"Our world?"
"The Wizarding World. Apparently when you were alive, you were a wizard, not unlike myself."
"Pfft, like I was a poncy wizard, waving a wand around. Right."
"Well you were, and some how you are related to me. Although I don't see any resemblance to the Potter's." Harry pondered that as Dobby returned, holding a goblet of blood for Spike.
"Here is your blood Sir." Dobby placed the goblet on the table then vanished, presumably back to the kitchen.
"What is that? Some sort of demon or a golem?"
"No, that was a house elf. They are the servants here in the Wizarding world." Noticing that Spike had finished his blood, and food that was laid out, Harry stood. "Now, I would like to give you a tour of the house."
Spike followed, looking at the hangings and other pieces of art that covered the walls of the hall they were walking through. "I am going to take you into the library, I have a feeling as to how you are related to me, and the library is the only place to find this." Harry knew that the paintings in that room were of the Rothschilds and that maybe, they would recognize Spike as one of theirs.
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A/N: now you can review, they are as important as a wand to a witch"¦"¦