Magic of a Different Kind

Title: Magic of a Different Kind
Crossover: Harry Potter/ Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: R for now, possibly can go up to NC-17 in the future
Summary: After Chosen, Spike is found, close to death, near Hogwarts. Was it some freak accident, or is he there for a reason?
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter do not belong to me. I do, however, own an adorable stuffed moose named Gandalf. Isn't it wonderful when your friends know your favorite book?

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Angel was not a happy-camper.

First, he had been awakened at four in the morning by a hyper Wicca, then threatened and cajoled by a pissed off Slayer. Apparently he was needed in New York in a few hours... which left about ten minutes to get ready before he had to leave for the flight that the two women had already booked for him. Of course, the climax of the morning was when he slipped in the shower and hit his head pretty damn hard on the tiled floor. He would have seriously injured himself if he hadn't already been dead.

So, exactly six hours and fourteen minutes later, Angel exited a plane at JFK Airport to be met by the two harpies themselves.

"What?" he asked, "no entourage?"

"Angel!" Willow squeaked, and threw herself into the vampire's arms...

...which of course forced him to drop all of his bags in order to catch her...

... which of course landed right on his foot.

Angel winced, but forced a smile, "It's good to see you, too, Willow." He turned to see Buffy, a pensive look on her face. "And Buffy--you look good."

A tired smile curved her mouth, "Hey, Angel."

The two gazed at each other for a few minutes, the same thoughts running through their heads. 'What if...?'

"... extra rooms in the hotel, so we got you a cot, I hope that'll be OK, if not I guess I could sleep on the cot and you could use my bed, or maybe you could sleep with Buffy since you guys have slept together before, except that might be kinda awkward and..."

Willow's incessant rambling efficiently broke the spell, and Buffy quickly put up a hand to stop her.

"A cot will be fine," Angel said, his gaze never leaving Buffy's.

"Great!" Willow squealed, and hurried to help Angel with his bags.

"What's with all the luggage, anyway?" Buffy asked, walking ahead of the pair, "when did you start with the accessories?"

Angel looked embarrassed as he replied, "Cordelia is a very powerful influence."

***
The three arrived back at the hotel about a half hour later.

Buffy unlocked the hotel room door and led Angel inside. "Welcome to our humble abode," she swept her arm out, presenting the small space.

Angel smiled, "Thanks."

"OK, Angel, why don't you unpack a little and then we can..." Willow began, only to be interrupted.

"I'm not unpacking, and you two are going to tell me exactly why I'm here," he crossed his arms over his chest, his expression firm.

Buffy grimaced, "And he goes from 'happy to see you' to 'brooding' in two seconds flat."

"I am not brooding," Angel responded.

"Are, too," Buffy shot back.

"Am no-"

"You kinda are," Willow came to Buffy's defense, "but that's OK..." she quickly added, "we're used to it!"

Angel stuck his nose in the air, "Well, don't I have a right to know why I'm here?"

"We never denied that," Buffy pointed out, "we were just commenting on the broodiness."

"Why am I here, Buffy?" he let out a tired sigh.

"You, uh... you aren't going to like it," Willow commented quietly.

"Do I ever?"

Buffy shrugged, "Fair enough," she strolled over to her bed and took a seat, "go ahead and explain it to him, Willow."

Willow looked at Buffy, an incredulous look on her face, "Me? Why me?"

"Well, you are the expert on the situation," Buffy tried to explain.

"Nuh uh," the red-head responded, "you tell him. I'll explain all the magic stuff... but you have to tell him why we're doing it."

Buffy and Willow continued to argue while Angel stood in the doorway, an exhausted but amused smile curving his lips.

"Fine, fine," it seemed that the two had finally come to an agreement, and Buffy turned to Angel with a grimace. "It's about Spike."

A frown immediately found it's way onto Angel's face, his eyebrows drawn together, "What about him?"

"We... we're trying to find him," Buffy said, her hands out in a placating gesture.

"What do you mean, find him? He's dead, Buffy."

Angel waited for the Slayer to respond, but she only sat there, looking incredibly uncomfortable. "Are you going to elaborate?"

Buffy took a deep breath before plunging into her explanation, "I think that maybe, since I was resurrected from the grave, that maybe Spike can be if he's really dead, and that we can bring him back because I really miss him and I think that I love him and I don't know what I'd do if I could never see him again and..."

Angel had long since stopped listening. If his heart could beat, it would have already stopped. "You..."

Buffy immediately stopped her ranting as she heard Angel begin to speak.

"You... love him?"

A look of pain crossed her face as she answered, "I do."

'That's not really fair,' the vampire thought. He knew now that Buffy was never meant to be his true love... and sure, he had fallen for Cordelia eventually, though that never really worked out, either. He wasn't jealous or bitter or anything. Nah... He wanted Buffy to be happy--he wanted her to find someone. But Spike? The creepy, evil, obsessive vampire that owned a Buffy robot to do who-knows-what with? 'But to make her happy...' A smile as fake as Buffy's "leather" boots was plastered on Angel's face as he strolled to her side and asked, "So what can I do to help?"

"Willow?"

"Oh!" Willow rushed over to the pair, preoccupied with her own thoughts about Buffy's
confession. "We just need some of your blood."

"What? Why?" he wasn't pretending to be confused.

"Well.." Willow tried to explain, "I want to use your blood as a conduit. You see... you Sired Drusilla, who Sired Spike... so, you guys are connected," she ignored Angel's horrified expression, "and I think that there may be a spell I can use to find him by using that link."

"Sounds simple enough," Angel said dryly.

"Actually, yeah, it is," Willow walked to her hotel room closet and took out a large suitcase. "I just have to elaborate on a spell I already know." She opened the suitcase
to reveal various metaphysical paraphernalia.

"Whoa, Will..." Buffy said, stepping up beside her friend and peering into the suitcase, "where'd that come from?"

Willow looked sheepish, "It.. uh, well... it was shrunk to about the size of a deck of cards.."

"How'd you do that?" Buffy asked.

"Just a little something I learned while I was in England," Willow muttered.

Angel, sensing Willow's growing discomfort, looked into the suitcase and asked, "What do you need all this stuff for?"

"I don't, not really," Willow responded, "I just have a syringe in here that I can use to draw your blood..."

Buffy looked disappointed, "No sacred blade? No silver chalice?"

"Nope," Willow's voice was bubbly, "the Wiccas have moved into the 21st century!"

***
Hermione had run out of breath by the time she reached Hagrid's cabin... about five minutes later than the boys. 'I suppose Quidditch must give them a bit more stamina...'

"Harry, Ron, Hagrid!" she breathed, slamming the door open, "what is going on?"

But instead of one of her boys answering, Hermione heard a fairly familiar voice yell out.

"Won't you just tell me what the bloody hell is going on?"

"William?" Hermione breathed, quickly making her way into Hagrid's bedroom. Inside, she found Hagrid struggling to restrain the awakened William, who was doing a pretty good job at loosening the half-giant's grip.

"Hermione!" it was Ron's voice, and she looked to the other side of the room to see him and Harry, wands out, trying to get in a clean shot.

"Wait! Don't!" Hermione didn't know how she knew, but William wasn't going anywhere,
"won't someone tell me what's going on here?"

"Hermione!" Harry called, more insistent, and she scurried to join them, "when we got here," his voice lowered to a near whisper, "William was running from room to room, yelling and throwing things around. He was nutters, so Hagrid's been trying to hold him down."

Hermione hadn't even noticed the mess until Harry mentioned something. She saw Hagrid's tea sets, books, even the few paraphernalia he owned, strewn about the room. Anger overcoming her worry, she plucked her wand out of her robe and quickly aimed, "Petrificus Totalus!"

As usual, her aim was perfect. William fell in a frozen heap, Hagrid still supporting him. He placed the crazed man on the bed and wiped the sweat from his brow, "Thank ya, Hermione."

Hermione shoved her wand away and nodded. She strode to the side of the bed, intent on grilling the now immobile William. "And what exactly did you think you were doing?" she asked, her hands firmly on her hips, "I hope you know that Hagrid here rescued you from the Forbidden Forest. You would have been in a quite a bit of danger if you had stayed there for much longer," and she continued her lecture, unaware even that the boys were still in the same room. "Now, if I take this little spell off of you, will you promise to behave?" and of course, he couldn't answer, but being the kind of person that she is (and knowing full-well that she could quickly utter another spell if need be), she decided to trust him. "Finite incantatum!"

Immediately, William sat up and backed himself into a wall, "Where in the bloody hell am I?" he asked.

"You are at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Hermione replied succinctly.

"And why am I here?" William asked, his patience soon wearing thin.

"I haven't the faintest," Hermione responded, curious about how the young man didn't even blink at the word 'witchcraft,' "we were hoping that you would know."

William looked around the room, noticing the other occupants, "And who are all of you, anyway? This isn't another apocalypse, is it?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Apocalypse? What rubbish. And, anyway, we'll introduce ourselves after you. After all, you are our guest."

"Spike," he said, relieved to hear he wasn't reliving another nightmare, "the name's Spike."

Hermione frowned in confusion, "I thought your name was William?"

"And where did you hear that?" Spike asked, confused and a little angry.

"Ah, well, that's not so important right now," Harry coughed, "why don't I make the introductions? The giant that you've been wrestling with is Hagrid, the girl that's been drilling you is Hermione, the red-head is Ron, and my name's Harry."

"OK, great, I have a bunch of names," Spike was thoroughly annoyed and exhausted, "but that doesn't exactly tell me who you lot are."

Hermione was about to respond, but Spike interrupted her, "Anyway, does anyone have a phone around here? There's someone that I should call..."

"A what?" Ron asked, but was quickly shushed by his friends.

"We don't have a phone," Hermione replied, "but we can speak with the Headmaster about getting you to one. Who do you need to contact?"

Spike's lips curved into a seductive smile, "Just an old friend," he turned his gaze to the bushy-haired witch, "and in the meantime, you can fill me in on all the information I may need to know."

"Great," Ron rolled his eyes, "I'll just leave that to Hermione. She'd be more than happy to lecture you about pretty much anything."

Though she didn't disagree, Hermione shot a glare at her friend, then turned back to their visitor, "I must say, you're handling all this quite well."

Spike shrugged, and for the first time noticed that he wasn't wearing his patented leather jacket, nor any of his other regular clothing. He frowned, "I've been in much more awkward positions before. Besides," his smirk came back at full force, "this couldn't possibly be hell. What have I got to be frightened of?"

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Author's Notes:

Hurray! Another chapter finished! It would have been out much sooner, except that I think my beta abandoned me... *sob*

I would like to start a little contest for the few of you who care. I absolutely abhor my stupid title for this fan fiction (I suck at titles...). So, here's my proposal:

Please, come up with a better title for me! If you do, not only will I give you a theoretical cookie, but I will also give you power! Well... the power to choose a pairing. I do, however, reserve the right to make this pairing one chapter only, and to later describe it as "purely a mistake." This pairing can be m/f, m/m, or f/f. Please, help me!

Next:

So, I realized a while ago that I mentioned that this fic is a challenge... I haven't, however, posted the rules of the challenge yet. So here you are:

After defeating The First in 'Chosen', Spike wakes up injured, but alive (or UNalive), in or near
Hogwarts.

Must Have:
-Hermione and Spike having a close friendship (far deeper than the one he had with Dawn)
-Hermione calling Spike, Harry, and Ron 'Her Boys' at least ten times (optional: I would also like it if Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini are included in 'Her Boys') (A/N: I believe I have already achieved this twice. Only eight more to go!)
-Buffy finding out and coming straight to Hogwarts, Angel following her
-Willow canNOT come to Hogwarts or get with any of the males there, as there are enough fics devoted to that sort of situation already
-Buffy having an odd and/or strong pet that acts as a faithful companion
-Hermione getting mad at Angel for insulting Spike and decking his lights out
-Hermione having a love/hate relationship with Angel (whether they get together in the end is up to you)
-Buffy/Spike must have a happy ending together

Include (AT LEAST) Three of These Things:
-Spike drunk
-Spike and/or Buffy on a broom
-Hermione doing something totally out of character (besides hitting Angel)
-Buffy obsessed with Spike
-Angel pinning Hermione to a wall
-Spike and Angel getting along
-Buffy declaring her love in front of the Great Hall during a meal time
-Buffy's above mentioned pet being a main character
-Buffy's pet NEVER leaving her side

End

I'm sorry to tell all of you this, but I am a firm believer in the Harry club and Draco club enemy thing. I love reading other fan fictions with all of them being friends... but I can't seem to write it.

Thank you so much to all reviewers. As usual, your support and comments are always greatly appreciated.

And since I don't have a beta to thank for this chapter, I shall thank my friend Shan-chan (ff.net name lightdragon1987). It was she who inspired me to update this fic without it being beta'd, so I greatly appreciate that! If you are a Naruto lover, I suggest you check out her amazing fan fiction titled "Ninja Mascarade" (beware spelling and grammar freaks!). ^_~

And so, to end this annoyingly long author's note, I shall say this:

I'M GOING TO FUCKING DISNEYLAND TOMORROW! WOOT!