Title: Life After Hell
Characters: Angel, Sirius
Pairings: None, possible friendship only.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or any of their backgrounds. I only get to claim the concept of my idea of what might happen if these two characters ever met.
Summary: Two mysterious strangers meet in a club and compare stories.
Spoilers: For Harry Potter - Order of The Pheonix; For Angel - present.
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He entered the dark, smoke-filled room looking for a place to get a drink and rest his weary body for a few minutes. He had heard rumors of this place during his time on the run - a place where violence was not only forbidden but was also magically charmed against; a place where those creatures that were thought to only be things of either stories or nightmares could come to find a moment of peace amongst others like themselves. A place where a fugitive like himself could sit without fear of recapture.
The man made his way to an empty table and nearly collapsed into the chair with a low moan of relief.
"Sounds like you had a rough trip."
The stranger looked around for the source of the voice, finally locating it directly behind him from a man sitting at the next table. Wait, not a man. The stranger sniffed the air - vampire. But there was something different, and something else very familiar, about this vampire, but the man couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"A very rough trip," the stranger spoke with a heavy English accent.
"I assume that you don't just mean the trip over from England," the vampire replied.
The stranger's head shot up, blue eyes searching the brown eyes of the vampire; within the depths thereof he realized what smell was so familiar on the vampire - the stench of Hell.
"Mind if I join you?" The man asked the vampire. The vampire motioned for the man to sit across from him. Once settled, the man finally took in the what the vampire across the table from him looked like. He was tall with short, spikey, brown hair; he had broad shoulders, and eyes that held the same haunted look as his own. "My name is Sirius Black," the stranger told the vampire.
"Angel," the vampire replied. Angel also took a moment to size up the man across from him. He was about an inch shorter than himself with the same broad shoulders, but there the physical similarities ended. Sirius had long black hair and piercing blue eyes. His clothes were designer (years of knowing Cordelia had dramatically increased his knowledge of clothes), but they were dirty and worn beyond recognition now. But there was something else about him, something familiar yet not. He subtley sniffed and the smell reminded him of Oz, but not quite.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a werewolf," Angel smirked at Sirius.
"My best friend is, but I'm just an animagus that turns into a black dog."
"Ah, you're a wizard, that explains it."
"What about you? There's something that makes you different from normal vampires. What is it?"
"A soul. I was cursed with a soul by gypsies about 80 years ago. I lost it a few years ago, but a witch friend of mine re-cursed me."
"You're friends with a witch? To be friends with a vampire she must be a Dark Witch, but why would a Dark Witch want to restore the soul to a vampire?"
"Willow's not a Dark Witch - well, other than that one time that she got addicted to black magic and tried to end the world. But, she's actually a White Witch now."
"Really? A White Witch. That's impressive. Only the most powerful are bestowed with the title of White. And if that's the case, why have I not heard of this Willow? Where did she learn her magic?"
"From books mainly, and trial and error. Which is what lead her down the path into the Dark Arts."
"She was never properly trained?" Angel shook his head in reply. "That would explain certainly explain her foray into the Dark Arts, and also why I've never heard of her. But to come back from being so steeped in dark magic that she tried to end the world, to become a White Witch is unheard of." Sirius was in shock.
"That's Willow for you - purest soul I know." Angel paused for a moment, wondering how to ask Sirius a question, and finally decided on just being blunt. "Mind if I ask how you ended up in Hell?"
"I was hit with an Unforgivable curse and fell through an archway that was filled with lost souls that dragged me down to Hell." Sirius' eyes took on a far away look as he began to remember that fateful day just over a year ago. "To make a very long story short, an evil wizard had come back to power and had tricked my godson, who just so happened to have been his demise the first time he was in power, and my godson's friends into walking into a trap at the Ministry of Magic. A few of us adults showed up to save them, and from what I've been able to find out we were mostly successful. None of the kids were killed and other than me, we only lost one adult. It was during this rescue that I fell through the archway."
Sirius shook his head to clear away the memory-enduced haze, and quickly drained the alcohol from the glass he held. "What about you? How did you end up in Hell?"
Angel gazed off into the distance as he began his tale. "A few years ago I lost my soul, like I said before. Without a soul I reverted into Angelus and terrorized my girlfriend and her friends. For some dumb reason, I thought it would be a good idea to suck the world into Hell, so I tried to awaken the demon Acathala to help me. While Willow was in the hospital trying to re-ensoul me, my girlfriend came to stop me - or at least distract me long enough for Willow's spell to work."
"What girl could stand up against a vampire?" Sirius wondered aloud.
"The Slayer," Angel answered. Sirius stared at Angel unable to believe what he had heard. His bewilderment must have been evident. "I know, it's unheard of - a vampire with a Slayer. But, then again, I'm not your average vampire. I dated, fell in love with, and tried to kill the longest lived Slayer in history.
"Anyway," Angel continued, "By the time Buffy arrived to prevent me from opening the portal, she was too late - I'd already activated it. The only way to close it was with my blood. So, we fought; she won. She drove the sword through my gut, less than a minute after Willow's curse took effect. So, I was sent to Hell - soul and all."
When he finished he, like Sirius, empty his glass in one shot. The two dark figures sat in brooding silence, until Angel eventually spoke. "So, what happened to the evil wizard - was he ever killed once and for all?"
"I've sort of been out of the loop as far as the wizarding world news is concerned, but from what I've gathered my godson finally defeated him about a month ago."
"Then why haven't you returned home, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I'm a fugative. I was convicted of being a spy for Voldemort, the evil wizard, and giving up the location of my godson's parents to him which resulted in their deaths at his hand. But I was set up; someone else that I counted as a friend was the spy, who I also supposedly killed. So, I spent twelve years in Azkaban for a crime that I never committed. I finally managed to escape and had a chance to get to know my godson Harry."
"Is the spy still alive?"
"He was killed about six months ago."
"Didn't anyone think it was odd that someone that had been dead for over a decade was suddenly found dead again?"
"Peter was killed in a fire and his body burnt beyond recognition. So, there is still no proof that I didn't kill him all those years ago. Thus, I'm still an escaped murderer."
"I don't know if you'd like my help or not, but I have control over an entire law firm that specializes in the supernatural. We could take your case and try to get you aquitted."
"I would be most grateful to you if you could. I had no idea that there were such places as your law firm. The only law firm that I knew of back home that had any dealings with the wizarding world at all was quite evil - Wolfram and Hart."
Angel winced when Sirius said the name. He'd figured that's which firm was in the wizarding world, but it still stung to hear it. "Well, that's a funny story. You see, I sort of aquired the L.A. branch of Wolfram and Hart. To make a really long story really short - I won it. So, I use it to fight against the evil of the world."
"You run Wolfram and Hart?" Sirius' mouth was suddenly very dry from nervousness.
"Just the Los Angeles branch," Angel quickly tried to reassure him. "My team and I decided to use the firm and its resources to fight against the forces of darkness. Strange, I know. But, I just try to think of all the people that we can help that we couldn't have been able to reach any other way."
Sirius was silent for a few minutes as he pondered over what Angel had just told him. "I . . . I'm not sure I'm ready for anyone to know that I'm back yet."
"I understand. If you need a place to stay, I have an entire hotel at my disposal. And don't worry, it's not associated with Wolfram and Hart in any way. I owned it long before I started there."
"I . . . uh . . . thank you. That would be wonderful."
The two men stood and made their way out of Caritas 2, both feeling a little lighter than when they had walked in, having found another soul that understood that which they themself had gone through. Both felling a little more hopeful for the future and what may lie ahead.
Challenge: What happens next? I challenge all you writers to write a sequel.