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Anya sighed softly. No matter how much she and Xander had discussed spawning, nothing had prepared her for the joy she felt knowing life was inside her. D’Hoffryn had her completely off duty until the baby was born. Taking her demonic form after the first trimester would affect the baby. Although Anya was feeling pretty good about her new demonic gig, since she was only really making the bad guys suffer, she wasn’t about to make the choice of human or not for her baby. The choice could be made anytime after he or she became an adult.
Anya rose from her seat, a smile on her face. She took one last look out at the grounds of Hogwarts from the window of her new chambers. She rather enjoyed Hogwarts so far. She’d been 16 when Hogwarts had opened and hadn’t been able to attend, she was too old and in the middle of her apprenticeship with –shudder-… Rabbits… Why did she have to apprentice to the guy who bred rabbits? Why? Sure he was the expert at the time for curses, he had, after all, been the inventor of what are now several illegal spells and some that aren’t. It hadn't been worth it.
“Ahn?” Xander’s voice came from the doorway, “You ready for dinner? We’re going to meet the rest of staff.”
“Yeah!” Anya called out, rushing to Xander and wrapping an arm around his waist. She leaned into him, always so happy to touch him. He draped an arm around her shoulder and nuzzled her neck. Anya let out a soft giggle before pulling him along towards the great hall.
“How was your first class in magic?” Anya asked Xander.
“It was okay,” Xander grinned tiredly. “Flitwick is a good teacher. Thankfully I don’t really need to know much magic to teach muggle studies. I really don’t like doing magic.”
“Well I’m sure you’ll figure out what’s best. I’m kind of curious how people will react once they know that you’re the grandson of ‘You-Know-Who’,” Anya let out a giggle. She still couldn’t understand why he’d want people afraid to say the name he’d made up. Hopefully insanity wasn’t hereditary, Xander was a bit unusual but not really insane or evil, so the baby should be fine.
Anya and Xander went into a short discussion of what magic he should learn beyond what she’d already taught him. The time seemed to fly by during the short walk from their shared chambers to the great hall. They paused outside the door for a moment, shared a look, then with smiles fixed on their faces opened the doors to face their new co-workers.End Chapter 1REVIEWS INSPIRE ME
Yeah! I’m writing again! Perhaps the best thing wouldn’t have been to start a new fic but I’ll try to update all my stories soon, and hopefully finish some of them. I hope you all will enjoy this sequel to Dinner with Voldemort.