AUTHOR'S BIG NOTE OF DOOOOOOM!: Did Lee read OotP? Yes. Yes she did, and she loved it!! She finished it in a mere three days, and started writing a post book 5 fic that everyone should go read!! (shameless plug. I'm deeply sorry.)

Unfortunately, if Lee went by book continuity, the Draco/Evelyn relationship would be of the highly squicky nature. Equalling a definite "Ick!" factor. So please disregard book five in cannon, as it doesn't really work here. On with the fic!

Goings Ons

"In all the years I have taught here, I have had to contend with Potters, and Blacks, and Lupins, and Snapes, and Weasley, after Weasley, after Weasley, after Weasley." Minerva MacGonagal fumed as she sat across from her former pupil. "But never, ever have I had to deal with this kind of juvenile, barbaric, immature behavior from a parent," The professor said bitterly. "Sirius Black, I am ashamed, and disgusted that you would do such a thing. And all because of a grudge that has lasted nearly twenty-five years!"

Sirius smiled.

"This is no laughing matter!" MacGonagal cried. "Wipe that ridiculous smile off of your face!"

"Oh, come, now, Professor, I was only having a bit of fun," Sirius told her. "No one was hurt, nothing was broken."

"You think that it's alright to pull these pranks and get caught because you're an adult," Professor MacGonagal stated.

Sirius shrugged. "Well…"

MacGonagal fumed. "Sirius Black, you have detention!"

If it were humanly possible, his jaw would have hit the floor. "I beg your pardon, Professor?"

"Detention," MacGonagal snapped. "With Hagrid tomorrow night."

Sirius shook his head. "You can't do that! I'm-"

"Nearly forty years old," MacGonagal finished. "Merely a boy in my eyes. Now, I have a lot of papers to grade, so if you wouldn't mind?" She gestured towards the door.

He got up, still in shock, and left.


"I'm just confused. What do I say? How do I treat him?"

Giles shook his head at his slayer. 'I don't know, Buffy. Perhaps you need to give this time."

She nodded as they walked around the dark grounds. "I know, I just… I never imagined Spike with a soul… what now?"

"Now…? Now things get worse."

She'd apparated in front of them, which was highly unbelievable on Hogwarts grounds.


She collapsed on Giles, who caught her.

"What happened?" Buffy asked.

"I've been found out," she told them. "Merlin only knows how, but I've been found out."


Draco Malfoy caught one look at the platinum vampire sitting in the corner of the training room and tried to take a running leap, but was held back by the shirt collar.

Angel shook his head as he gripped the back of the boy's shirt. "No, Draco."

"You're cracked!" Draco cried. "That's Spike!"

"With a soul," Willow told him, standing in front of the crouched figure. "He's got a soul. Which means no touchy."

Draco snarled.

"Let 'im," Spike croaked. "Not like I don't deserve it."

"Yeah!" Draco nodded. "Let 'im!"

"No," Angel and Willow replied in unison.

Spike laughed brokenly. "Oh, isn't this precious? You're protecting me… you want me dead."

"I did," Angel nodded. "I really, really did… but now I get to try and help you… which pisses you off more than death. So this is pretty much a win-win situation for me."

Draco struggled against Angel's grip, but it was no use.


Angel turned around so Malfoy could face Tara, who was rushing down the stairs.

"What is it?" Angel asked.

"Draco, go to the hospital wing. Now. Your mother's here."

Angel shoved Draco towards the stairs and the boy flew up the stairs.

Angel raised an eyebrow at Tara, who sighed.

"Apparently, Narcissa was caught."

"How?" Willow asked.

Tara shrugged. "She just said Voldemort knew."

A low groan escaped Spike's throat, and the trio turned to stare at him as he gripped his head.

He finally looked up at them. "From beneath you, it devours."


Harry sighed as he stepped out of the Gryffindor boy's bathroom, rubbing his wet black hair with a towel. It had been one hell of a night. Demons, Death Eaters, karaoke… it was all very exciting in a very "run for your life!" kind of way.

He turned to walk back into the fifth-year boy's room, and was stopped.

By ten, tall, black-clad dementors.

His eyes widen as he felt an unbearably cold rush run through his bones.

"Oh, shit."


"You gave him a soul?"

Hermione nodded. "It was so exciting! And a challenge, Finally," she told Ron as they walked through the halls to the Gryffindor portrait hole. "It was the first spell Willow ever performed, and she said I did it flawlessly."

Ron smiled and put an arm around her. "You do everything flawlessly."

She turned a light shade of red and leaned into him. "How was your night?"

"Uhm…" Ron scratched the back of his head. "Demon… Death Eaters… Karaoke… you can figure it out."

She snickered.

When they reached the portrait hole, Ron was about to say the password, but all that escaped his lips was a squeak.

Hermione blinked. "Ron?"




"Don't swear. Ron!"

His eyes widened. "ARAGOG!" he stumbled back a bit, turned and fled like a chicken with his head cut off.

Hermione blinked, confused, and turned to the portrait hole.

There was nothing there.



He did.

The voice sent chills down Draco's spine.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Draco didn't move. "To see Mother."

"You most certainly will not," the voice snapped. "You have homework, do you not?"


"You have training, do you not?"

He didn't reply, and his father walked to stand in front of him.

"Answer me!"

He found that he couldn't, and was smacked across the face.

"Draco, you answer me."

He began to shake miserably.

He was smacked again. "Well?! What's wrong with you?! Answer me!" He advanced on Draco, wand drawn, and Draco could do nothing but back against the wall.


Faith sighed, crossing her legs as she watched Charlie grade papers.

"Bored?" he asked, smirking.

"Nah," Faith replied. "Me? Never."

He shook his head and kept grading. "We'll do something more interesting after I'm done."

She smirked.

"Maybe play exploding snap, or something."

She shook her head. "How old are you, eight?"

Charlie laughed and leaned back in his chair. "Yes. Yes, I am. But you've got to stop distracting me if you want me to finish these sometime this century."

She nodded. "Okay. I'll behave."

"Fat chance."

That hadn't been Charlie's voice. She whirled around to the door, to stare into a set of brown eyes.

Her own.

She got to her feet, much to Charlie's confusion. "Faith?"

She didn't reply, only circled herself.

"We've gone soft, Girl. We used to be amazing. Now, look at Us. Pathetic."

She shook her head. "What the hell are you?"


"No, I'm me."

Charlie got to his feet. "Faith, who are you talking to?"

"You really think he cares about us?"

She shook her head. "Don't you even go there."

"We're only good for a good screw, you know that. He knows that. Hell, the entire world knows that." She pulled out a familiar looking knife. "We used to be good for other things, but… you decided to take the high and helpless road, didn't you?"

Faith tried to put her fist through the other version of herself, but the mirror image disappeared. She stood there, staring at nothing.

Charlie reached out and gently took her arm. "Faith?"

She shook her head. "Gotta find B."