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Finding Love	By : angelinasway Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Harry Potter Views: 2601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eight
Thank you all so much for your awesome reviews! You guys are wonderful. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I really enjoyed writing it and I just want to make sure its clear if you don't catch on. Spike and Dru were never in Prague, so Dru is at full strength right now. please don't be shy, review and let me know what you think.
Special Thanks to Spikelissa for her beta work.
All rights for the song go to A Perfect Circle.
Disclaimer: Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter belong to Joss Whedon and J.K Rowling. This story is for entertainment, not for profit.

Chapter 8
It had been a week since the Frankenstein incident with Chris and his reanimated brother. In that time Tom had been bombarded with school work, and had spent two hours each day honing his instincts by sparing with Buffy. He had dinner and met Buffy’s mother, who he had found was one of the nicest muggles he had ever met.
Doyle had turned back up in that time too. Apparently, he had been a bit nervous about showing his face again after Buffy’s reaction. Luckily, because of his speech in the shower, Tom had calmed Buffy enough not to attack the poor demon on site. Both of them had actually saved a few individuals with Doyle’s visions, and as soon as Buffy found out that particular detail, he became part of the team immediately.
Tom had also had one audition for Oz’s band and one rehearsal. The audition itself had gone smashingly, and he couldn’t help remember it fondly.
He had walked into Oz’s garage with Buffy in tow not knowing what to expect. Oz had been setting up his guitar, while Jimmy a short dark haired boy who played bass, as well as the drummer Micah a medium built strawberry blond, had been doing a quick sound check. They had both looked at him warily as he entered, but had said nothing. Most likely, because they trusted and respected Oz’s opinion.
“Hey man,” Oz said, greeting him with a hand shake. “Who’s this?” he asked gesturing to Buffy.
“It’s my girlfriend, Buffy. She wanted to watch, if that’s all right with you?” Tom said feeling a bit nervous under everyone scrutiny.
Oz shrugged, “Yah, that’s cool.”
He smiled at Buffy holding out his hand in greeting. “I’m Oz, nice to meet you.”
Buffy nodded and smiled shaking his hand. She was incredibly relieved that this wasn’t some sort of trap. It had been one of the main reasons she had insisted on going in the first place, but to her surprise everyone in the room felt human.
Tom smiled at the other two gentlemen, introducing himself to them. Luckily, Buffy had spent the past two days preparing him for this audition. She had made him watch an ungodly amount of MTV, so he would know how to act and where to stand while he sang.
He was incredibly thankful for all her help because he had also learned the basics of what a song needed. Most of the songs on the radio and on MTV consisted of two or three verses with a repeating chorus. This information had helped him immensely in improving the lyrics of a once poem, and turning it into a perfect song.
He had not yet told Buffy he had even written a song. He was planning on making it a surprise, and though he was quite proud of it, he still had no idea if it was any good. Unfortunately, his time was finally up, and he had to reveal his secret, not just to Buffy but to Oz and his band.
Tom cleared his throat as he walked over to Oz, “I uh… I wrote a song.”
Oz’s head shot up in surprise and Tom couldn’t help the blush that rose to his cheeks. Tom looked at the ground becoming incredibly bashful about the whole idea, “I was wondering if… well if I might sing it?”
Now see this was the whole reason Oz had been so relieved when Devon had decided to join Coral Crown to begin with. Devon cared more about getting girls than he ever did about the music, and for that reason alone Oz knew they would never amount to anything other than a local small town band.
Devon had frequently missed practice, and even though Oz prided himself with his patience it had really grated on his nerves. So when Devon had come to Oz last week saying that Sam and David of Coral Crown asked him if he wanted to sing in their band, Oz had encouraged the idea.
Overhearing Tom singing had been, in Oz’s opinion, one of the luckiest breaks their band had ever had. The kid could sing and his voice was incredible. Oz still got chills thinking about it. The fact that Tom had also taken the time to write his own song just proved how willing he was to work hard for them.
“Can I see it?” Oz asked holding out his hand.
Tom blushed further handing the folded up piece of paper to Oz. He couldn’t bring himself to look at anyone, not even Buffy, though he could feel her eyes boring into his back. He kicked the cement floor with the tip of his shoe waiting awkwardly for Oz to say something.
Oz’s eyes lit up as he read the song, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, not only were the lyrics themselves perfect, but they were just as haunting as Tom’s voice.
He stared at the page for a long while before he asked, “Do you know how you want the song to sound?”
“Well…” Tom said shyly, “I know how I want to sing it. I was hoping you could help with the instrumental part.”
Oz nodded his head, as Jimmy came over to look at the paper, “Can I see it?”
Oz handed the page to Jimmy who read it and just about fell over, “Holly fucking shit! Dude, this is fucking amazing!”
Jimmy then handed the page to Micah, who read it quickly then looked at Tom, as if he were a god. “Wow man. What’s it about?”
Tom smiled finally meeting everyone’s eyes before they landed on Buffy’s. She was smiling proudly at him, and his heart swelled because of it.
“It’s about me,” He answered never taking his eyes off of his glowing beauty.
Jimmy smiled as he watched Tom stare at his girlfriend, as if she were the only thing in the room. He slapped Tom on the back to get his attention. “Well man, come on. Let’s hear it.”
Tom looked at the boy surprised before he nodded and smiled stepping up to the microphone. He closed his eyes before he began to sing his song.
“So glad to see you well, overcome them.

Completely silent now

With heaven's help.

You've cast your demons out”
Tom opened his eyes and looked at Buffy. Her eyes were like large emeralds and the look she was giving him was beyond inspiring. Tom took a large breath before reciting:
“And not to pull your halo down

Around your neck and tug you off your cloud,

But I'm more than just a little curious.

How you're planning to go about making your amends.

To the dead

To the dead”
Buffy was stunned. Tom had one of the most beautiful voices she had ever heard. Her entire body erupted in goose bumps, and she couldn’t help the tears that sprung to her eyes. She watched in awe as he sang the haunting lyrics he had written.
“Recall the deeds, as if they're all

Someone else's

Atrocious stories.

Now you stand reborn

Before us all

So glad to see you well”
Oz had begun to fidget with his guitar tuning it to make the sound he needed for the incredibly slow tempo Tom was singing at, searching for the perfect sound and rhythm. Jimmy had also begun to do the same with his bass and Micah had already found a slow tempo that seemed perfect for the song.
“And not to pull your halo down

Around your neck and tug you to the ground,

But I'm more than just a little curious.

How you're planning to go about making your amends.

To the dead

To the dead”
Micah seemed to catch on before anyone because he began to speed up the beat. That was one thing Oz loved about him; he could always tell when a song was building. Oz began to do the same finally having found the right tempo, as Jimmy found the rhythm he needed as well.
“With your halo slipping down

Your halo slipping

Your halo slipping down

Your halo slipping down”
Oz then began to repeat on his microphone.
“I'm more than just a little curious.

How you're planning to go about making your amends”
By the time they were done with the song Tom was completely impressed with the band’s performance, and they all looked at him smiling.
“That was awesome!” Jimmy said.
“Yes quite,” Tom said panting for breath as Buffy ran up and through her arms around his neck.
Micah grinned, ever the comedian, “I think I just came.”
Buffy grimaced before shooting a disgusted look at Micah, “Thanks for the word picture, buddy.”
Micah just nodded as Oz rolled his eyes at him and snorted. “It was good, but I think we’re missing something.” He squinted trying to think of what it could be when something clicked, and he grinned.
“Keyboard,” was all he said.
Both Micah and Jimmy’s eyes lit up, and they looked at each other smiling. “Dante,” they said in unison.
Oz nodded, “Get him on the phone.”

Now Tom was at the Bronze. It had only been the second time he had been there since coming to Sunnydale, and the first time had been to rescue a girl from a disgustingly slimy demon with horns. It had been from one of the vision that Doyle had had.
At the time of the rescue Tom hadn’t really had a chance to take in the atmosphere of the Bronze. Now he found the place absolutely delightful. He was here with Buffy, Willow, and Xander, listening as Willow helped Buffy with her French.
He would cut in when necessary giving his own insight on the subject when he could see Willow was becoming frustrated with her. Tom was only half listening though, too busy furiously scribbling down lyrics, for a new song he had in mind.
“You’re saying it wrong again.” Tom said not looking up from his notepad.
In truth, he was also trying to keep his mind as occupied as possible. That little weasel Snyder had decided to make this the week where he took it upon himself to make Buffy as miserable as possible. The little troll had actually put Buffy in charge of setting up the entire parent teacher night with a girl named Sheila, who did not care if she got expelled from school or not. Every time he thought about it, he found his feet carrying him towards the little man, thinking how easy it would be to kill the bastard.
“Oh, je stink!” Buffy said crossing her arms and pouting like a child.
Tom looked up then, “No you don’t. You’re just not applying yourself.”
Willow looked at Tom thanking him with her eyes for saying what she had been thinking.
Buffy glared at Tom before she growled, “Maybe you just had teachers who knew how to teach the language in 1942.”
Tom smirked at her before stating, “Your right, I had myself. I am a rather excellent teacher.”
Buffy’s eyes widened in disbelief, “You taught yourself?”
Tom smiled grimly, “I wasn’t lucky enough to have the distractions you muggles have today, love. When you become bored you will do almost anything to occupy your time, especially when you find yourself surrounded by a bunch of unintelligent closed-minded fools.”

Spike had been stalking the Slayer from the shadows of the club and listening intently to the teen’s conversation. He just about fell over when he heard the year the boy was from. He could smell the power coming off of the boy in waves, alerting him to the fact that the child was a wizard. The Annoying One hadn’t mentioned the Slayer was friends with a wizard, not that it really mattered much. He just didn’t like surprises.
Spike couldn’t help noticing how gorgeous the Slayer was, her small form betraying her power and strength. He could tell just by the scent of her that she was different from all the other Slayers he had fought. She would be a challenge unlike any, he had ever faced and his demon purred in anticipation.
As Spike drew closer his senses began to go off in another way, alerting him that a child of the Master was near. He sucked in a breath when he realized it was also coming from the boy. How could that even be possible? The boy was very much human as well as a wizard. As far as Spike knew vamps couldn’t procreate, but the feeling was there none the less and Spike’s curiosity was getting the better of him. The children had moved onto the dance floor, and Spike watched curiously from the outskirts as the Wizard and Slayer performed what he could only describe as a prelude to a mating ritual. So, more than friends then, interesting.
When the boy spun Buffy smiling at her, Spike finally caught a glimpse of his face and if his heart had been beating it would have stopped. That face, god that face was almost as familiar as my own. Not that Spike had looked in a mirror recently, but the boy’s features were something he would recognize anywhere.
Memories of a time he had buried so deep and long ago came flooding back into his mind’s eye and tears unbidden sprang to his eyes. He could hear Mary’s sweet voice crying in her bedroom as she begged her ponce of a father not to make her marry that horrid man.
Further back his memories swam, to the night of her birth. He saw the well manicured estate and remembered feeling like the proud brother he was as Gwyneth, his baby sister, brought Mary into this world. His beautiful sister had died that night during the child birth. The words of her husband, still to this day, haunting Spike’s dreams.
“Get that vile creature away from me.” He had shouted as the pitiful man had cried over Gwyneth’s remains.
At first Spike had thought his sister’s husband had merely been heartbroken and much too distraught to think of the child’s best interest. Spike had soon learned the man was nothing short of a prick. He had blamed his own child for the loss of his wife, and had detested having such a burden placed upon him.
That was the moment Spike had known he was different from his kind, his heart had ached for his niece, but most of all it had ached for Gwyneth. He had always loved his family even after his turning. He wasn’t like so many others he had met, all of them so willing to destroy their humanity by killing off the ones they had claimed to love in their mortal life.
Spike had made a promise to Gwyneth that night. He would do whatever he could to keep Mary, his newly born niece, safe. There had already been too much of his family’s blood spilt, and he would not let Mary’s fate be the same as Gwyneth and his mother. Unfortunately, he had been unable to keep that promise and had unknowingly put her in more danger by watching over her.
He had been outside her window listening when Mary’s father James had announced that he had arranged her marriage with Thomas Riddle. His beautiful niece had wept most of the night, and that was when Spike had made a decision. He was going to kill Thomas the following evening. That way Mary would never have to go through with the wedding. He knew the reputation Thomas Riddle had, and he would probably be doing the world a favor.
Spike grabbed a hold of the Vamp he had mocked his first day in Sunnydale. Bloody lying bastard was barely over four hundred. The fact that the Annoying One couldn’t tell, just proved how incredibly useless the little brat was. “Go get something to eat.”
He was going to get to the bottom of exactly who this boy was, even if that meant revealing himself to the Slayer. Spike walked past Tom and Buffy speaking loudly, “Where's a phone? I need to call the police. There's some big guy out back trying to bite someone.”

Tom and Buffy looked at each other only a second before they both took off towards the back door of the club. The night air was cool against Tom’s overheated skin as he scanned the dimly lit ally. He spotted the vampire about to feast on the terrified girl and quickly charged, jump kicking the vampire away from the girl.
Buffy was there the next second with a flurry of punches. She spun and kicked the vampire in the head, only to yelp in surprise when said vampire grabbed her and threw her into a wall.
“Buffy,” Tom called, jumping back into the fray after he had passed the hysterical girl off to Xander and Willow. He punched the vampire into a nearby brick wall and watched with dancing eyes as the foul creature looked at him in shock.
“What is this? Who are you?” The vampire snarled as he noticed Spike observing from the shadows.
Tom smirked as Buffy joined him by his side, “I’m something you could never comprehend.”
The vampire’s eyes widened when he watched the boy raise his wand, “Spike, give me a…”
“Confringo,” Tom shouted, and the vampire began to scream as he bursts into flames.
The sound of applause startled both Tom and Buffy; they looked down the darkened alley as a figure appeared.
“Nice work,” Spike said smirking at the surprised couple, reaching into his duster pocket for his smokes. He pulled one out lighting it as he watched them eye him warily.
“Who are you?” Tom asked, holding out his wand.
Spike held up his hands in an act of neutrality, “I think the question of the hour is who you are?”
Tom looked at Buffy, who just shrugged glaring at the vampire, “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Spike said taking a drag off his fag. He then looked at Tom, “What’s your surname boy?”
Tom looked at the man several long moments before answering, “My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle.”
Spike’s eyes widened and he stumbled. He tossed his cigarette away and began to pace in front of the now confused couple.
“Bloody hell… Bloody buggering fucking hell,” he muttered. He turned looking at the boy pointing a finger at him. “Was your mother’s name… was it Mary?”
Tom stiffened at the name, but shook his head lacing his fingers through Buffy’s, “No. That was my grandmother’s name.”
Tom had spent hours researching his heritage and any information he could find on Tom Riddle Sr. He had found in those hours the name of his father’s mother, as well as her maiden name. “I believe before she was married to Thomas, my grandfather, her last name was…”
“Evans,” Spike finished nodding his head and closing his eyes.
Buffy watched with a sick sort of awe as the vampire opened his eyes. He had tears in them, honest to god, actual tears. He turned his head looking at her fiercely.
“Protect him,” Spike said as memories of the night, he had nearly killed his niece came swirling back in vivid techno-color.
Dru had seen what he had been planning. She had let him go following him onto the Riddle property. She had revealed herself, just as he was reaching the front door of the estate, and told Spike, in no uncertain terms, that she would kill Mary if Spike even dared to touch the grandfather of the darkness.
At the time he hadn’t known what that meant, but now feeling the vibe of the Master coming off the boy. Spike knew what her meaning must have been. It also explained her recent vision that brought them here.
She had spent days screaming and crying. Her bouts of lucidity had dwindled in those days, and she kept repeating a phrase that Spike at the time had also not understood, “She has brought the darkness through time. He will never arise when shrouded in sunshine. You must kill the Slayer my Spike. Destroy her, so he can create his pretty death. It is the only way.”
Buffy watched as the vampire in front of her seemed to have an internal conversation with his self. She could tell he was lost in some sort of memory, and she opened her mouth to break the silence but Tom beat her to it.
“What… what do you know of the Riddle’s?” Tom asked. This could be more information than he had ever dreamed of getting. Especially since this vampire seemed to know them personally. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why his father had married and then left his mother when she was pregnant. If this vampire did, in fact, know anything, Tom was determined to find out what it was.
Spike came to a realization then. By the sound of Tom’s curious tone, he realized the boy didn’t actually know his family. How that was possible he didn’t know, only that the boy was eager to hear what Spike knew.
Spike cocked his head to the side studying Tom for several moments, “How is it, that you don’t know your own family?”
Tom’s anger at his father boiled at that moment, and he couldn’t hide his hatred for him if he tried. “My filthy Mudblood father left my mother while she was pregnant with me. She died right after I was born, just enough time to give me his wretched name.”
Spike reeled at the venom that dripped from the boy’s voice and a part of him realized that he had made a very serious mistake. He should have killed Thomas if only so that what must have been his great-nephew would not have had to grow up and become as cold and heartless as his father.
His heart went out to this child before him and for no other reason than knowing somehow the child’s pain could have been avoided, and that he was the grandson of Mary, Spike made a decision to save the boy.
He watched as the Slayer ran her hand in a soothing motion along Tom’s back, trying with her touch to calm the boys raging temper. He was happy that Tom had been so lucky to find someone that cared for him the way he deserved. Seeing the way she looked at him also served to affirm Spike’s decision.
“My name is Spike but before I was turned, my name was William Michael Pratt. My sister’s name was Gwyneth Ann Pratt, who became Gwyneth Ann Evans when she married James Anthony Evans a year before I was turned.” Spike sighed looking at the boy sadly, “I’m your great-great-uncle.”
Tom sucked in a breath, his eyes widening in shock. He took a step back shaking his head in denial. This was impossible. It had to be impossible. He couldn’t be an actual relative of two different vampires, could he? But from the look in this particular vampire’s face Tom realized he either was not lying, or else he was an astounding actor.
Buffy stepped in front of Tom then, her protectiveness immediately rearing for a fight. She knew all too well how vampires treated their mortal family and if this vampire made one wrong move, he would be dust before he knew what hit him.
“What,” She snarled. Her Slayer angered by even the thought of something happening to her mate. “Did you just come here to finish off the last of your bloodline, or did you show up to make fun of his pain.”
Tom looked at Buffy shocked as Spike stared at her incredulously. “Despite what I’m sure your Watcher has told you,” Spike barked, “Not all vampires kill their loved ones after they’re turned.”
Her eyes narrowed dangerously, her fury at this vampire getting the better of her. “Give me one good reason why I should trust you?”
“Because it could save both of your lives,” He shouted. “Saint Vigeous is coming up, right. I’m sure your Watcher has informed you. The Anointed One has been gathering a vampire army to take you out.”
He looked at her angrily before continuing, “I was one of those vampires, and considering I’ve already killed two Slayers before you. You should consider yourself lucky that I’m sharing this information at all. It’s only because of Tom that I’m even telling you. Else you would be just another notch in my belt.”
Buffy’s eyes widened as fear gripped her, and she stepped back into Tom’s chest. His anger boiled at her motion, and he quickly drew his wand, “You will not speak to my mate in such a fashion, ever. Do you understand?”
“Mates, you two are mates,” Spike said, his eyes widening as Drusilla’s words began to click into place. Spike stalked to the side of the ally and launched a metal trash bin into a wall. “That Bloody fucking bitch,” he snarled. “I’m going to rip her fucking head off.”
Tom and Buffy couldn’t help taking a step back from the raging vampire in front of them, though it seemed as if he was not angry at them in that moment but a woman named Drusilla.
Spike chuckled humorlessly, his fury growing by the second. “You have played me for the last bloody time, Drusilla,” He said to know one, in particular.
He turned to the couple then panting as heavily as a human would. His eyes were wide and unseeing, but he shook himself coming back to reality. He pointed at Buffy then, “Protect him on Saturday and for fucks sake don’t bloody die.”
Buffy’s eyes widened and she nodded her head, “What are you going to do?”
“Hopefully, I’ll be leaving town before then.” Spike said.
Buffy watched Spike, sympathy for the creature filling her heart. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but his reaction had been honest anger, and the tears earlier had been very real, even if she hadn’t wanted to believe it. She and Giles were going to have to have a serious talk later.
“And this Drusilla?” She asked.
Spike looked at them and shrugged, “I have no intention of staying here, if she refuses to leave with me…” Spike looked away a strange sort of look coming into his eyes, “Then I guess she never really loved me to begin with.”
Spike sighed as a sadness filling his voice, “Slayer, do me a favor. If you come against her don’t look in her eyes. She has thrall, if you get hypnotized you’re as good as dead.” He turned to leave but Tom’s voice halted his steps.
“Uncle,” Tom said in a small voice, “How will I know you’re all right?”
Spike answered without ever turning around, “Don’t worry about me. You just worry about yourself and your lady-love,” and then he disappeared into the shadows once more.

Spike stalked into his and Dru’s quarters thankful that she wasn’t there. He began packing their belongings. His thoughts on the way home had been a whirlwind of confusion. He on several occasions had almost left Drusilla because he was so tired of her games and infidelity, but he never had. So why now did it seem so easy? Why after all these years had his nephew made all the difference to him?
Perhaps it was because he never wanted to see a family member share his fate. At least not after what he had done to his mother, or maybe he had just had enough of the lie. He knew she wouldn’t leave with him even as he threw her dolls into the trunk. He was so wrapped up in his musing that he never heard nor smelt her enter their room.
Drusilla watched her pet pack their things as the stars began to whisper to her. Spike was leaving with or without her and her rage boiled at the thought. Bad dogs didn’t get their cake when they went against their masters orders, and I won't allow it in any case.
Before Spike knew what was happening Dru had launched herself onto his back. Pain ripped through him as he felt her claws dig deeply into his back. He tried to no avail to throw her off, but she held fast. He felt her wrap a hand around his spine and there was a loud crack and his body went completely numb. He immediately lost his footing and as his head hit the floor, he watched the sick satisfied smile of a woman who he’d claimed to love. That was the last thing he saw before everything went black.
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