Title: Family Reunion
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: “I’m not allowed to date outside my species.”
Characters: Angel, Xander, Harry
Warnings: crack, past Harry/Voldemort, tipsy Harry.
Author’s Notes: This is the type of story that gets written when I’m on a sugar and caffeine high. If anyone else sees potential here, feel free to take the bunny and run with it. I’m still trying to figure out how my NaNo bunny birthed this bunny to do anything more with it. I don't even know how Spike got his hands on Harry, just that he and Dru had a falling out somewhere in Surrey and Spike was lonely, drunk, and bored, making kidnapping a wizard seem like a good idea.
Family Reunion
“I’m not allowed to date outside my species.”
Angel froze. Of all the things he had expected to hear in response to his offer, that wasn’t it. Xander’s stumbling out of the Bronze’s back door said he hadn’t expected the boy to say that, either.
He had followed the teenager out of the Bronze, intending to follow him home to ward off other vampires. The boy wasn’t wearing a cross, wasn’t carrying a stake, didn’t have so much as a vial of holy water in his pocket. Marked him as odd in Sunnydale. Even the two lone atheists in town wore crosses, but not this boy.
Two steps outside the door, the boy had stopped, glaring a vampire trying to convince a blonde to go to a dark corner. The vampire had taken one look at the boy and took off running, leaving his meal behind.
Curiosity peaked, Angel offered to walk him home, stalking plans temporarily on hold, and was hit with the species line.
“What?”
The boy shrugged, his green eyes sparkling with laughter at Angel’s flummoxed expression. “After my last boyfriend tried to end the world and I was expelled from Hogwarts, Dad said I had to stick to humans.” Another shrug. “Don’t know why. Humans can be evil, too. Tom was human...once. Of course, I didn’t know I was dating Voldemort in his human form. If I had known that, I wouldn’t have agreed to meet him again. Great shag; his true form was ugly as hell but...you really don’t need to know all that.”
“You dated Voldemort?” Angel demanded incredulously, wondering if vampire hearing went with age. He had never heard of it happening, but he couldn’t have heard the boy correctly.
“Yeah,” the boy said sadly. “Our fourth date went bad when I found out who Tom was and he tried to kill me to open up a new Hellmouth in London. I kinda had to kill him then. He was the last in a long line of bad boyfriends. Fulfilled the prophecy, though.” Here the boy pouted. “I think that’s why they expelled me; Dumbledore figured they didn’t need me around anymore and Dad scares him.”
Angel twitched. Then again. He couldn’t bring himself to care when he heard Xander start snickering. Xander didn’t know what the boy’s little speech meant.
Harry Potter was in Sunnydale.
Where Harry Potter went, his father went first. His overprotective, bloodthirsty, chain smoking, vampire father.
Angel twitched for a third time, wondering if Buffy was worth this.
Spike was in Sunnydale.
“Spike’s here?”
Harry nodded, beaming. “You know my dad?”
Angel winced and admitted, “I’m Angel.”
“Oh.” Harry frowned. “I’m definitely not allowed to date you, then. That’s like incest or something.” He pouted and crossed his arms, muttering, “It’s always the cute ones.”
“I offered to walk you home because you don’t have a cross or stake,” Angel said quickly, hyper aware Xander was hovering nearby. “I wasn’t asking you on a date. I have someone. Sort of.”
“I have my wand,” Harry said, pulling said wand from his pocket. He then tucked it up his sleeve and glared at Angel. “But if you still want to walk me home and explain why Auntie Dru and Grandma Darla sent me Christmas and birthday gifts and you didn’t, I wouldn’t mind that. Unlike the rest of the family, I still care when my birthday comes around.”
“This would be a bad time to mention he staked Darla last week, wouldn’t it?” Xander volunteered from behind Angel.
Harry’s eyes glazed over with tears and he sniffled before diving into Angel’s arms, seeking comfort. Angel didn’t react right away, expecting a wand to the gut, but when Harry’s tears turned into sobs, he awkwardly hugged him and started patting his back.
Angel tried not to gag as the kid got snot and tears all over his shirt. He had heard the rumors about Spike’s son not being quite sane (what human raised by vampire wouldn’t be a little on the strange side?), but this was ridiculous. What sane human sought comfort from his grandmother’s killer? Even though said grandmother was a vampire and had been technically dead for years and the killer could be called the boy’s grandfather.
Hopefully Harry was drunk and this behavior was not normal. Angel didn’t smell any, but it wouldn’t be the first time an underage wizard used magic to get alcohol and then used it to hide they had been drinking in the first place.
Angel glared at Xander over Harry’s head, promising revenge. Xander just grinned and waved as he went back inside, confident he had ruined Angel’s night and intent on telling Buffy everything he had heard.
Angel sighed. First he needed to get Harry home so Spike could deal with him, get their obligatory fight over with, and then he could come back and do Buffy damage control.
This was going to be a long night.
“I’m not allowed to date outside my species.”
Angel froze. Of all the things he had expected to hear in response to his offer, that wasn’t it. Xander’s stumbling out of the Bronze’s back door said he hadn’t expected the boy to say that, either.
He had followed the teenager out of the Bronze, intending to follow him home to ward off other vampires. The boy wasn’t wearing a cross, wasn’t carrying a stake, didn’t have so much as a vial of holy water in his pocket. Marked him as odd in Sunnydale. Even the two lone atheists in town wore crosses, but not this boy.
Two steps outside the door, the boy had stopped, glaring a vampire trying to convince a blonde to go to a dark corner. The vampire had taken one look at the boy and took off running, leaving his meal behind.
Curiosity peaked, Angel offered to walk him home, stalking plans temporarily on hold, and was hit with the species line.
“What?”
The boy shrugged, his green eyes sparkling with laughter at Angel’s flummoxed expression. “After my last boyfriend tried to end the world and I was expelled from Hogwarts, Dad said I had to stick to humans.” Another shrug. “Don’t know why. Humans can be evil, too. Tom was human...once. Of course, I didn’t know I was dating Voldemort in his human form. If I had known that, I wouldn’t have agreed to meet him again. Great shag; his true form was ugly as hell but...you really don’t need to know all that.”
“You dated Voldemort?” Angel demanded incredulously, wondering if vampire hearing went with age. He had never heard of it happening, but he couldn’t have heard the boy correctly.
“Yeah,” the boy said sadly. “Our fourth date went bad when I found out who Tom was and he tried to kill me to open up a new Hellmouth in London. I kinda had to kill him then. He was the last in a long line of bad boyfriends. Fulfilled the prophecy, though.” Here the boy pouted. “I think that’s why they expelled me; Dumbledore figured they didn’t need me around anymore and Dad scares him.”
Angel twitched. Then again. He couldn’t bring himself to care when he heard Xander start snickering. Xander didn’t know what the boy’s little speech meant.
Harry Potter was in Sunnydale.
Where Harry Potter went, his father went first. His overprotective, bloodthirsty, chain smoking, vampire father.
Angel twitched for a third time, wondering if Buffy was worth this.
Spike was in Sunnydale.
“Spike’s here?”
Harry nodded, beaming. “You know my dad?”
Angel winced and admitted, “I’m Angel.”
“Oh.” Harry frowned. “I’m definitely not allowed to date you, then. That’s like incest or something.” He pouted and crossed his arms, muttering, “It’s always the cute ones.”
“I offered to walk you home because you don’t have a cross or stake,” Angel said quickly, hyper aware Xander was hovering nearby. “I wasn’t asking you on a date. I have someone. Sort of.”
“I have my wand,” Harry said, pulling said wand from his pocket. He then tucked it up his sleeve and glared at Angel. “But if you still want to walk me home and explain why Auntie Dru and Grandma Darla sent me Christmas and birthday gifts and you didn’t, I wouldn’t mind that. Unlike the rest of the family, I still care when my birthday comes around.”
“This would be a bad time to mention he staked Darla last week, wouldn’t it?” Xander volunteered from behind Angel.
Harry’s eyes glazed over with tears and he sniffled before diving into Angel’s arms, seeking comfort. Angel didn’t react right away, expecting a wand to the gut, but when Harry’s tears turned into sobs, he awkwardly hugged him and started patting his back.
Angel tried not to gag as the kid got snot and tears all over his shirt. He had heard the rumors about Spike’s son not being quite sane (what human raised by vampire wouldn’t be a little on the strange side?), but this was ridiculous. What sane human sought comfort from his grandmother’s killer? Even though said grandmother was a vampire and had been technically dead for years and the killer could be called the boy’s grandfather.
Hopefully Harry was drunk and this behavior was not normal. Angel didn’t smell any, but it wouldn’t be the first time an underage wizard used magic to get alcohol and then used it to hide they had been drinking in the first place.
Angel glared at Xander over Harry’s head, promising revenge. Xander just grinned and waved as he went back inside, confident he had ruined Angel’s night and intent on telling Buffy everything he had heard.
Angel sighed. First he needed to get Harry home so Spike could deal with him, get their obligatory fight over with, and then he could come back and do Buffy damage control.
This was going to be a long night.
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