Disclaimer: The plot belongs to me but nothing else. I am just borrowing them for a bit of fun. The HP universe belongs to J. K. Rowling and the BtVS universe belongs to the genius, Joss Whedon. No money or infringement is being made from this story.
Author’s Notes: First off sorry about the wait but life kinda caught up with me. Also, when I started rewriting this it took a different turn then where I was at when I first wrote this chapter. But I liked the way it was going and I hope you will, too. Also, thoughts are in ' ‘ and speech is in " ". Now that that's said, on with the story! Oh, and please review... : )
To say Spike was thrown was an understatement, but an understatement that may just very well work out in their favor. It was about time something started going their way since meeting up with white hats. Spike didn't like the way all these do-gooders had been looking at them since Buffy let slip her given last name, like they were beneath them. It reminded Spike how the Scooby Gang had treated him after he had first been chipped. No, Spike didn't like it one bit and there was no way he was living through it again if he had any say in the matter. Spike was sure Buffy would agree with him, he just needed her coroperation for this plan to work.
Spike looked at his mate by his side, calling on their link so the Order wouldn't suspect a thing. 'Kitten, think I've got a plan.'
'Well I hope it's better than your past plans,' Buffy thought back, having no clue what was going on herself. 'We both know how well those always fell through.'
'Oi! I got you didn't I? Sides, I'm still the big bad.'
'Sure you are, honey. Just tell me the plan already before they get suspicious.'
'Those pensieve things hold memories for viewing. Way I figure, this was we control the situation. Show em what we want em to see and make with the big exit while they're all busy. Just need to distract em for a while is all. You up for it, Luv? I don't rightly trust these wankers.'
'Yeah, they rub me the wrong way, too... Okay, I think I've got an idea.'
The blond duo grinned at each other before turning back to Dumbledore, a plan firmly up their sleeves.
"Pensieve, eh?" Spike cocked his head to the side. "I'm familiar with it, mate, just never used one before, me bein' a vampire an' all."
"Ah, yes," if possible Dumbledore's eyes sparkled even more. "But I believe we can both agree it would be the easiest way to go about things. Unless of course you'd rather take a truth potion? One can't be too careful these days."
"Right, the war and sod all."
"So... how's this all gonna work since I don't have my bloody wand anymore? Not that it matters since it never worked properly after I was turned."
"Yes, I understand how that might have happened," Dumbledore mused, the rest of the order looking on. "But no bother. Just think of the memories you would like viewed and I'll pull them out for you. It's quite an easy spell I'm sure you remember."
"Alright. Good with you, Slayer?"
"Sounds good, Spikey. I'm for it as long as I don't havta down some nasty potion," Buffy grimaced, thinking of all the foul concoctions Willow had come up with over the years. "Why they can't make them all bubble gum flavored is beyond me."
"Ooh, or bloomin' onion flavor," Spike added.
"I've always wished for a licorice flavor myself," Dumbledore added. The rest of the room just stared. "Yes, well, moving on. Now think of the memories you want viewed and only those memories. When you're ready I'll say the spell."
Buffy and Spike took a moment to compose themselves, making sure they had everything they needed, before giving the go ahead. Dumbledore raised his wand at the two and twin silver mists came out of their heads and into a rather large bowl a member of the Order had produced from somewhere.
Once the silver mists began to swirl the Order looked into the pensieve before all being pulled into the looking bowl. Buffy and Spike stepped back at the last minute as not to be whisked away as well.
Making sure the coast was clear of any stragglers, Buffy and Spike made their way to the front door and out of the house. It was clear to them if they wanted any real answers then they would have to find them themselves.
Once Buffy was sure they were out of range she turned to the blond vampire at her side.
"So, what memories did you put in there?"
"Oh, you know, the major apocalypses I was there for: the giant forehead known as Angelus, the royal bitch that was Glory, and the First. Even showed 'em my memory of Peaches singing 'Mandy'... 10 times."
"I take it back," Buffy said laughing. "You are bad."
"It's what I've been tryin' to tell ya, Kitten. So, what rubbish did you give those wankers?"
"I kinda figured you were going to do some of the main battles so I did the ones you were there for like the Master, the Mayor, and evil Willow. I threw in some of the lesser battles as well, but I remembered how you said we needed to keep them busy for a while so I kinda also threw in the director's cut of Titanic and every single one of Andrew's home movies..."
This time it was Spike who couldn't stop laughing. He grabbed Buffy, swinging her in his arms, his lips glued to hers.
"I knew there was a reason I bloody loved you!"
Buffy grinned back. "I bloody love you, too... Now, how do we get to this diagonal alley thing anyways?"