Home for the Holidays
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, Buffy and Angel belong to Joss and his, Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and hers.
Home for the Holidays
“Here,” he said shoving a roll of parchment at her.
Ginny Weasley, who was sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, looked up and took the proffered pieces of paper, “What’s this?”
Connor Angel smiled and flopped down on the floor next to the pretty red-head. “Well, since you are going to meet my family over the Winter Holidays, I thought I would make some diagrams, charts to kind of help you out. My family’s pretty confusing.”
Ginny smiled at her boyfriend of four months. He had arrived at Hogwarts in his seventh year. He was sorted into Gryffindor and quickly became fast friends with the golden trio. He claimed that he was home-schooled until last year. He had huge gaps in knowledge in Potions and Transfiguration, but was amazing at Defense Against the Dark Arts. He flew like a demon on a broom, but refused to play quidditch. He also spent hours and hours with Hagrid being a star pupil in Care of Magical Creatures and tromping along with the half-giant in the Forbidden Forest.
“I come from a pretty confusing family,” Ginny offered.
Connor shot her a quick grin, “You have no idea.” He made a waving motion with his hand and Ginny unrolled the parchments weighing the corners down with some books. “I haven’t told you really about my family, only that I only have a Dad that lives in California.” Connor took a deep breath. “But before I take you home with me, there are a lot of things you need to know.”
Ginny looked at him with a puzzled frown. Her normally confident boyfriend seemed nervous. “Connor,” she said softly, placing a hand in his, “you get along with your dad, he sends owls all the time, and presents.”
“Oh, yeah,” Connor said brightly, “Dad’s great. It’s not that. We get along fine, I mean we didn’t for awhile, but that got fixed.” He pointed to the parchment, “See, let me just kind of tell you.
“This is Dad,” Connor indicated a picture of a handsome dark haired man at the top of the chart. “He’s Angel. This is Darla, she was my mom, but she died when I was born. This is Dad’s daughter Drusilla, she’s kind of like my older sister, but nuttier than a fruitcake and we won’t be seeing her. This is Spike, he’s Dru’s Childe, and the pain in my Dad’s butt. He’s pretty funny though and I like him. O.k., got that?” He paused for a moment then rushed on, “That’s the vampire side of the family. So don’t be put off with the blood drinking or the fact that they won’t be going out in the daytime with us, which is fine because as much as I love Dad, he can be a real downer and Spike is always getting in trouble if he can. Also, don’t accept any kittens from Spike. He just wants you to babysit them, he’s not really giving them to you and he’ll want them back if his buddies get up a game of kitten poker. . .”
“What?” Ginny broke in blinking at Connor, “the what side of the family?”
Connor looked at her sheepishly, “the vampire side of the family. You know, I think you read about it in Fifth year DADA, the Scourge of Europe and the prophecy of the Miracle Child? I mean you don’t have to worry about them, Dad and Spike, they have souls and all. They are champions for the Powers that Be.”
Ginny bit her lower lip and stared hard at Connor seeing perhaps for the first time in his expression vulnerability, an expectation of rejection. She looked back at the parchment and the pictures of the handsome men and hauntingly beautiful women. She took a deep breath and said softly, “Your mother was very beautiful.” Her finger reached to touch the picture of a smiling Darla. “Who’s on the next page?”
Connor released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He took the first parchment and rolled it up and put it to the side. “This is the AI gang. This is Fred Burkle and her parents, I call them Gram and Grandpa. Fred, in a freak mystical accident got transformed into the Old One Illyria. She’s kinda harsh, but she’s only been in the modern world a short time.”
As Connor pointed out Charles Gunn, and Lorne, Ginny leaned against Connor and as he continued to talk, his arms slipped around her. Ginny smiled. It seemed, there were three or four parchments of stories to be told.