Rating: PG-13 to be safe, some mature topics, like death.
Pairings: none really.
Fandom: buffy/hp xover
Disclaimers: we all know it's not mine and I make no money off
these. If I did, I wouldn't be fighting with unemployment right
Summary: harry asks for some divine help and the Powers That Be send an
Warnings: some mature topics, Harry coming to terms with
the war's possible outcomes.
Harry looked at the prayer one more time, then decided it could only
help him. He was feeling more and more lost among the stuff he
was being forced to learn to stop the war once and for all. Maybe
a higher power would at least guide him to what he needed to really
learn. He set out the stuff the book said he needed and closed
his eyes, starting the simple chant to the Powers That Be, they who
looked over hero's shoulders and helped the Light.
He felt something so opened his eyes, finding himself in a misty, foggy
place that was fairly bright. He looked around, probably looking
confused. "Um, hello?" he called quietly. This wasn't what
he had expected.
"Yeah, kid?" a young, tired sounding voice called. It was male,
and the owner stepped out of the fog, being male, dark haired, and
tired looking. "You summoned me?"
"No, I was praying to The Powers That Be. Are you one of them, sir?"
"No, I'm a stooge of theirs," he admitted sarcastically. "Gee,
thanks, this is the first sleep I get in days and you do this to me?"
he yelled. He heard a quiet chuckle so he looked at the boy
again. "Okay, so you prayed to the PTB. Why?"
"I'm Harry Potter, sir. I was looking for a bit
of...guidance. My people are at war. I'm the savior."
The other boy made 'go on' motions so he babbled on. "They're
forcing me to learn stuff that I don't understand and in magic if you
can't understand you usually can't do it. I don't know why I need
to learn about doing magic as a souless being. I don't know why I
need to learn how to do demonic magic. I don't know why I need to
learn to do wandless magic, or chaos magic, or anything like
that. I'm doing really good to keep up in my normal magic
"You're a witch?"
"A wizard, I'm still male," he said dryly. Did this guy not know
anything? "I go to a coed school though. There's plenty of
"Whoa, I'm more used to wiccans and nature magic, kid. There,
everyone's a witch." Harry nodded, he could understand
that. "So, what do you think you need?"
"Guidance. I have no idea what I need to be doing, besides
studying my ass off so I'm not the one who dies. They're throwing
all sorts of magic at me that I've never heard of and I don't
understand why I need it."
"Have you asked the teachers yet?"
"Yeah, and they said it was important that I knew them. They're
frankly starting to scare me, sir."
"Cut the sir crap, kid. I'm a Xander. I'm a knight, but not that
sort." He moved closer. "So, you need intense training in
how to survive. You need to know what you need to do. You
need another few fighters who give a damn about the cause
probably. What's going on? In ten thousand words or less."
"My people are at war. We're wizards. Voldemort, our bad
guy, is killing those who aren't pure and think like him. He
killed my parents and I defeated him as a baby, but now he's
back. There's a prophecy that says either I kill him or he kills
me; that only one of us can truly live. I've got other fighters
on my side. Most of my teachers. Some of my fellow
students. My best friends have kept me sane so far but they're
not getting the special lessons."
"Okay," Xander said, holding up a hand. "We can deal with this,
Harry. We can get you training in the mojo stuff. We can
get you help. We can possibly get you prophecy management.
But you've got to do a bit of traveling. We're in LA. Can
you get to LA?"
"LA? Like Las Angeles? In the States?" Xander
nodded. "Probably. Where are you?"
"Go to LA, go to the Hyperion Hotel, it's in the phone book under Angel
Investigations. I'll give them a head's up that you're
coming. Between deadboy and Wesley and me, we should be able to
help you, and then get Wills and Buffy involved."
"Who are these people?"
"Angel's a vampire with a soul," Xander said dryly, smirking at
him. "Willow is Rosenburg. A very powerful Witch.
Buffy's the senior slayer." Harry's mouth opened. "We're
the warriors of the PTB. Welcome to the army, Harry."
"Thank you, I think. You really can guide me? I can't
expect anyone to fight this battle for me."
"Harry, will this battle be a one-on-one or a real battle with a battle
between you two during it."
"Probably the later. He's also shown a flair for the
over-dramatic though so maybe he'll try to kidnap me again."
"Okay, get your ass to LA, Harry. Come to us, we can help."
"What about the school?"
"Oh, we'll get you back pretty quickly once we see what you need," he
promised. "We can probably do most if it via correspondence once
we've got the basics out of the way. After all, we've saved the
world tons of times in the last six years. And nearly ended it
once," he admitted with a small smirk. "Come to us, Harry.
I'll be waiting." He flared up and disappeared.
Harry woke himself up and looked around his room. He felt
lighter for some reason. He packed a smaller bag with all his
books that they'd given him, some clothes, and his wand, then left,
heading to the office. He found Filch in the hallway. "I
need to see Dumbledore. I've been called for special training in
The caretaker gave him a look like he was insane. That's when
Harry realized he was in his pj's but he didn't really care. He
ducked into a bathroom to change while Filch went to get up the
Headmaster. He walked the stairs, smiling happily. "I did
what one of the books you gave me said to do, I called on the Powers
That Be." The Headmaster gave him a look like he was
insane. "It was in that chaos book you gave me, Headmaster.
I've been invited to LA for some training."
"By who, Harry?" he asked calmly.
"Someone named Xander. He said he's one of the Powers's
warriors. Said someone named Wesley and Deadboy would be helping
me. Also someone named Angel, some sort of souled vampire."
The Headmaster's eyes went very wide. "He also mentioned a slayer
if I remember right. So I need to go. They said it
shouldn't take too long. They'll get me sorted out and sent back."
"We need you here, Harry."
Harry gave him a long stare. "What good am I to you if I don't
know what hell I'm doing, sir?" he asked finally. "You've all
given me books on things I can't hope to understand, much less
master. Xander was nice, he said they could tell me which one I
needed to focus on. All I asked for was guidance. He said
they could do that and straighten out some other things for me.
At the very least, I'll know what I need to do. Now, I can easily
make myself a portkey if I have to. You did have me taught that
"No, I'll do so. Where are you going?"
"To the Hyperion Hotel. To Angel Investigations."
"Very well. One week, Harry, then I'll expect you back. The
final battle may be any day now." He created a portkey and handed
over the old envelope. "Here. It'll return in one week
exactly." Harry nodded, taking it and letting it be
activated. "I hope they know what they're doing," he muttered as
the boy disappeared. He wrote notes to the rest of the staff,
then went back to bed to worry.
Xander trotted down the stairs. "Deadboy!" he called.
"Don't call me that, Xander!" Angel complained.
"Fine, whatever. We've got an incoming wizard who needs
help. Potter?" Wesley choked. "Exactly. The PTB
just had me ask him what he needed. He needs guidance.
They're pushing demonic and chaos magic on him. They want him to
die. They're making him the focus of a war. He's going to
be here within the next few days."
"Or sooner," Wesley noted quietly, looking at him. "Are you sure
it was him?"
"That's what he said his name was. Harry Potter."
"Yes?" a tired voice said from behind him. "That's a very long
trip." He grinned at Xander. "I hope I'm not too early."
"No, I was just briefing them. I took a short nap between the
two," he admitted, holding out a hand. "Xander Harris, Harry,
welcome to LA. That's Angel and Wesley. Let's go over what
you told me with them, okay?"
"Sure," he agreed, handing over the bag. "On top of my clothes,
I've got all the books they've been pushing on me."
"That's fine, Harry. I handle more magic than Xander does,"
Wesley offered, taking the bag to look at the books. He gasped at
the sight of them. "They want you to do what?" he said angrily.
"That's why I need guidance. I can't understand a bit of it or
why I need to know it."
"There's more important things for you to learn," Xander pointed
out. "Those of us who've survived major apocalypi know how hard
"The proper word is apocalypses, Xander," Wesley said patiently.
"Considering the fact that your group saved the world nine or ten
times, I'd say you were more than able to help the boy with the correct
mindset and help him with the battle planning." He handed one
over to Angel, who shuddered and handed it back. "Harry, have
they said that they wanted to turn you into Angelus?"
"No," he said cautiously. "Would that be bad?"
"Do you have an aversion to torturing others, wearing leather pants,
and being the most boring stalker-bad guy on the face of the earth?"
Xander asked. Angel growled. "Whatever. You still
killed fish, Angel." He looked at Harry again and smirked.
"Ignore him. He got up on the wrong side of the bed tonight."
"That's okay. I'm being helped by a Weasley who's the same way
some mornings." He handed over his personal copy of the prophecy
to Wesley as well. "Then there's that. Found that out in my
fifth year, sir."
"It's Wesley, Mr. Potter. Don't be so formal," he chided, smirking at
the boy before reading it. He nodded. "Tricky thing,
life. We'll have to work over this one tomorrow since it's so
"I didn't think so," Harry offered. "It seems pretty
"Living is a matter of interpretation. The one of you who lives
will of course have some sort of life afterwards, even if you're
confined to a hospital bed as a vegetable. It talk about many
forms of life. That and killing isn't always the same. There may
be a loophole. We're very good with them, however, we deal with a
few of these a month. Now, Xander, show the poor boy to a
room. He looks just as tired as you are. We'll get him
started tomorrow on the physical training he'll need."
"I play quidditch."
"Is that a sport?" Angel asked.
Harry nodded, smiling a bit. "Done on broomsticks."
"Harry, in a battle you're using running and you'll need to up your
personal reserves of magic," Wesley said gently. "This is
something we've learned over the years as Watchers."
"You're a Watcher, sir?"
Wesley nodded. "I was. Xander worked with a slayer or
"Angel dated one before taking over as warrior-stud of LA," Xander
offered. "C'mon, let's get you into a room. We've got the whole
routine down by now. We've been working with the newly called
slayers recently." Harry nodded, nodding at the others before
following him. "So, you're a wizard. Do you use earth
"No, we use wands," Harry offered, pulling his.
"Okay, that's kinda weak," he noted. "Not good to stake, easily
lost if you're knocked out, flimsy if you're hit so it can be broken,
and probably can't be used by anyone but you, like everyone else's?"
"We can use other's but not very well," he admitted.
"Which makes it a bad weapon to have in a real battle," Xander
admitted. "Don't worry, we'll probably help you learn some
wandless stuff if possible. That's a very weak weapon when you're
being attacked." He tapped on a door before opening it.
"Fred, this is Harry. He's come for guidance and help.
They're making him basically do the slayer role for his people's war.
Third floor?" She nodded. "Thanks. Harry, this is
Fred. She's research girl and pretty darn neat. You'll like
her. See you tomorrow, Fred." He walked Harry off after
closing the door. He led him to another flight of stairs and up
to a new set of rooms. "Okay, this one should do," he offered,
opening a door, then closing it. "Never mind, Lorne's been
storing some of his wardrobe in here." He went across the hall as
Harry snickered and opened that one, letting him have it. "If you
need me, I'm right by this flight of stairs, one up on the right on the
opposite side of the hall from the landing." He patted
Harry on the back. "Give us a few to think." He walked off,
leaving Harry there, heading back down to help. Fred was down
there now, going over the prophecy against the ones they had on hand.
"He's tired, guys."
"It's often that way when you're the one everyone depends on," Wesley
reminded him. "How did he seem otherwise?"
"Happy to have someone who wanted to straighten things out for him,"
Xander said honestly. "He didn't ask for knowledge, not for help
fighting, just for guidance."
"How did you meet him?" Fred asked.
"The PTB pulled me up when he asked for guidance to talk to him and
interview him," Xander said honestly. She shuddered. "Yeah,
exactly. No funny demons at least." He looked at
Wesley. "I'm thinking slayer training, level one, with wicca
"I think that might be best," Wesley agreed. "How do they do
"With a wand. His is about seven inches, wood, leaks magical
signature stuff, I could see a faint aura around it upstairs. Oh,
he's across from the stairs. Lorne's using that first room for
his laundry again." Everyone nodded at that. "Should we
involve the Buffy and the Willow?"
"Yes, we should," Angel decided. "He'll need Willow's help at the
very least," he put forward. "Any magical war will need some sort
of containment and some sort of major force. That kid didn't seem
"But if they're all like that, then he's probably a bit more powerful
but not much," Fred offered. "Like a slayer starts out slightly
better than average and as she goes on and gets stronger and more
trained she become uber slayer."
"True," Wesley agreed quietly. "That's fine. We can start
on that tomorrow. Xander, work on his physical. Fred and I
will work on his magical. Angel, if you could help us find ways
to help the poor boy. Gunn can help him with the training if he
wants." Everyone nodded. "All right. Then let's conference
Cleveland into this so they'll know that there's something going on."
"Good enough," Willow agreed as she walked in. "What's going
on? I heard someone wish I was here."
"Since when did you become a wish demon?" Xander joked. She
swatted him but gave him a goofy grin. "We've got one Harry
Potter upstairs, who needs guidance and probably some unorthodox help."
"I know Harry. I've met him before." Wesley held up one of
the books. "What's that?"
"What they're trying to make him learn now," Wesley told
her. "Chaos, demonic, and soulless magic."
"Excuse me?" Willow said sharply. Wesley nodded. "That
bastard," she swore, shaking her head. "Fine. We'll
help. What do you need from me?"
"He could use some magic help," Xander offered calmly. Willow on
a rant was a scary thing. He didn't want to see that tonight.
"I'm working on his physical training. Wes's got the mojo and
prophecy stuff going on."
"Sure, I'm there," Willow agreed. "Buffy will be too. We're
in a lull."
"This won't be a short war, Miss Rosenburg," Wesley warned.
"No, but we've got seventeen slayers with a chip on their shoulder and
the desire to do it by themselves. We can let them for a
while. Maybe switch out to get some good combat experience.
"No, don't wake him," Wesley ordered. "We can get him into this
"Rooms open on the third floor, up by Harry," Xander offered.
She grinned. "Thanks, Xander." She kissed him on the
cheek. "Let me settle in and call some clothes to me." She
headed up to do that. "See you guys in the morning."
"Of course," Angel agreed, watching her go. She was still like a
whirlwind. He looked at Wesley. "What am I doing?"
"You're helping him with the reality, deadboy," Xander told him.
"If that prophecy is right, he'll have to kill someone. He seems
like one of those nice boys with some past trauma to me. He'll
need help seeing the necessary. Which means demon fighting would
go very well with his physical training."
"Sure," he said dryly. "I'll take him slaying once he's
ready." He went to make himself something to drink. It was
going to be a long night again. He came back and found Xander
gone, Fred gone, and Wesley asleep on the books. He held in
an 'aw' by sheer force of will. It was cute, but his demon would
bite him if he cooed. He took his blood up to his room with one
of the books on soulless magic. He hadn't seen that before.
A few days later, Harry collapsed and looked at Xander. "Are you
sure you're not demonic? You have more stamina than anybody."
"I helped train seventeen teenage slayers with PMS recently," he said
dryly. "I was a construction worker before then with
slaying on the side. Before that was school with slaying on
the side. It sucks, but I don't get much sleep," he offered with
a grin. "Rest's up, get up, let's go again."
"Sure, Xander," Harry moaned as he stood up and got back into position,
learning more basic hand-to-hand to help him. He had never
trained like this but it made a lot of sense that he was. They
were interrupted by Fred, who was carrying two axes, one of which went
to Xander. "What's going on?"
"Oh, we're going to slay something. Wanna come?" she asked.
"Sure, I guess I can watch and help if I can," he said
hesitantly. She beamed and he lightened up. If someone as
sweet and innocent as Fred did this stuff it couldn't be all bad.
He followed them out, stopping to get a bottle of water from the stock
they all drank from. He guessed it was special water, or just an
LA thing, he wasn't sure which. He got into the back of the car,
looking around as they took off. They hadn't really let him
outside yet so it was a big, new city for him to discover.
They pulled down an alley and into a parking garage, then got out,
heading into a shopping center. Inside were three very large
demons who were green and trying to lick a kid who had spilled his soda
over himself in terror. "What are we doing with them?"
"We're killing them before they eat anyone else," Xander said
patiently. "This is called slaying. It's what we do."
"But aren't they thinking beings?"
"Possibly, but if we don't stop them, they can snack the world to death
in a few months," Fred told him. "The ethics are shaky, but
survival is a personal thing to some people."
"Oh." He watched as Xander attacked the one with the kid,
making it let the kid go and swat at him instead. He debated for
a moment, then one of them tried to attack him. He went on
instinct, pulling his wand to attack back. By the time the
demons were gone, he was sweaty and tired, and his mind was running
around in circles. He followed them back to the car, getting into
the backseat again. "Is it always like that?"
"No, sometimes they're vampires, sometimes they're bigger, sometimes
they're slimier," Xander said honestly. "Welcome to slaying,
Harry. It's not an occupation to make you happy and satisfied but
it's necessary. We do it because we have to, or the world will
"Just like I'll have to," he sighed.
"You can at least picture him as a demon," Xander offered
quietly. "It's something that's necessary, not right.
Ethics and slaying don't go hand-in-hand. Ethics is a pretty
subject, but war is hell and has little to do with ethics or morals,
Harry. Wars should only be fought by those who should fight them,
those who have to, or those who can do it. Not the peaceful
little people, not the sniveling cowards, not those nice, sweet,
innocent people. Those who have to, like slayers and you, and
those who can, like soldiers. It sucks that you got called into
the 'have to' category, but being here means that we can teach you how
to survive and then have a life afterwards that doesn't include the
phrase 'he looks very natural' at your early demise from doing what you
had to do."
Harry nodded, thinking that over. When they got back to the
hotel, he went out to the gardens to think some more, knowing no one
would mind. He hadn't seen the practical side of it before.
He could draw a lot of similarities between himself and a slayer, only
he hoped to survive his single battle and move onto a normal life,
something they didn't get to do. Now he knew why the PTB had sent
him to Xander. Xander had been there as one who didn't *have* to,
until he had found out and then his own innate drives had driven him to
help. Xander had seen both sides of conflict. He was a
soldier. He had worked with people in his position and watched
them die. He had watched them live and despair as the next battle
came and had to be fought. He shivered and wrapped his arms
around himself. He looked around, feeling someone watching
him. "Hello?" he called softly.
A pretty brunette woman walked out of the hotel, giving him a long
look. "Who're you? I know I've been gone for a few days,
but you're new here."
"I'm Harry. The PTB sent me to Xander for help."
"Oh, you're the one Fred was talking about. She said you saw the
necessariness today." He nodded, curling back in on
himself. "It's icky the first few times, but then you realize how
'your or them' it is and you deal," she offered. "You've got to
or you go insane." She came out to pat him on the head.
"You'll do what you have to do, or you'll lose. Those are the
options, Harry. It's not always a matter of choice, sometimes
it's a matter of training. Sometimes it's a matter of
opportunity. Sometimes it's even a matter of who you've got
behind you. Xander's good at that part," she admitted with a
gentle smile. "Remember to come in for dinner, Harry. We
ordered so you're not tortured with my cooking." She went back
inside, going to talk to Xander, tell him that the kid was too deep in
thought. "He's worried, Xander."
"He'll do fine, Cordy. He's a moral guy with ethics. He's
in a Slayer position and he hates it just as much as we hate it for
him." He looked at her. "He'll do fine. We're giving
him what we can and some of us will probably end up going over to help
him. Me included. He'll need a good backup."
"Which you're great at," she agreed. "You and Willow both."
"I was thinking more like me, Willow, Buffy, and maybe Wesley. He
seems to know more than he's letting on. He knew who Harry was
before he got here."
"I'm guessing it's a Watcher thing then," she said with a smirk.
"Giles knew his name too."
"Cool beans, then we won't have a problem getting Willow and Buffy
involved when he needs us most," he said with a smirk. "Should we
bring you anything back from the Land of Watchers?"
"Maybe a cute outfit," she said with a grin. "Remember your
"Of course." He kissed her on the cheek. "Wanna come with?"
"No, then I'd have to telephone back the visions. It wouldn't be
quite as helpful." She grinned. "Fred ordered dinner."
"I'll be down in a few minutes." She nodded, leaving him there to
calm himself down after the last battle. He did it every
time. She headed down the stairs, blinking at the new arrival.
"You are? Oh, and welcome to Angel Investigations."
"I'm Bill Weasley. Dumbledore sent me to check on Harry. Is
"Harry! Visitor!" Cordy yelled.
Harry came in and smiled. "Hi, Bill. Is everything okay?"
"Just fine, Harry. Dumbledore was worried when your portkey came
back without you." He walked over to give him a hug. "How's
it going?" he asked, leading him back outside. "Are you learning what
you need to?"
Harry nodded. "I am, and Xander said he wants to come back to
help me train more," he offered with a small smile. "He's got a
very...practical view of the world sometimes." He noticed Bill
was staring behind him and looked, then smirked. "Hi,
Lorne. Angel's hiding still."
"That's fine. Fred invited me over for dinner. How are you doing,
"Better. We had to slay something today and I went with them. I'm
"It's always better to think than to react," Bill agreed weakly.
"Hi, Bill Weasley."
Lorne smiled and shook his hand. "Lorne. I run a karaoke
bar. Stop by tonight if you're in town. First drink's on the
house," he said with a smile, heading inside. "Who's the redhead
dish?" he called as he walked inside.
Bill shook his head. "What was that?"
"A demon who sees futures, but you've got to sing for him," Harry said
with a gentle smirk. "He's really nice, but that's a very subtle
outfit for Lorne. Usually he's much more... bright and
enthusiastic. Lorne's a great guy. Very good at explaining
when Wesley's going into high education mode."
"Oh, good," he said, regaining his thoughts. "So, how did it go?"
"One tried to snatch me so I defended myself. I killed it, Bill."
"Sometimes you've got to do things like that to live, Harry."
"Which is what Xander's been trying to tell me now for about a week,"
Harry agreed quietly. "How long can you stay? You really
should take Lorne up on his offer. It's a wonderful place.
Very neutral. You could sing and see if he sees something for
"Harry, sweetie, he's nearly vibrating in the key of F-sharp right
now," Lorne called. "It's close enough. He'll live and have
kids. Lots of little kids who he calls little ron's. Come
eat. Fred got Chinese tonight from the human place, not the demon
"Shoot, I like the demon place," Harry joked as he walked inside with
Bill. "Can he stay for dinner? Lorne said he could come to
the club tonight."
"Sure," Fred agreed with a grin. "I got extra for the
Xander-belly-of-doom. There'll be plenty."
"He better not steal all of mine, or I might have to eat him," Xander
said as he walked down the stairs. "The human or the demon place?"
"The human. The demon one's still scared of us," Fred reminded him.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot. We had to stake the delivery guy last time,"
he agreed as he sat down. "Hey. I'm Xander. You are?"
"Bill Weasley," he said, blinking a few times. "Has Harry
been a good boy?"
"Pretty much. He's always worked hard, he doesn't whine like some
of the slayers we've worked with."
"He offers to help shelve books," Fred offered. "That makes him
better than Xander in the library."
"Hey, I worked with a librarian. Giles threatened to cut my hands
off if I ever shelved another book on him. Since I couldn't do my
favorite things without my hands, I decided I'd better stop doing
that." He grinned at Bill. "So, Weasley. Harry's
mentioned a Ron, family?"
"Youngest brother. I'm the cool one," Bill admitted with a
grin. "Speaking of, Harry, the overprotective mother boy that is
your best friend said I was to smack you for not leaving him even a
"Oops," he said with a small grimace.
"Fortunately Hermione found out the reputations of who you're training
with and that sent Ron into *really* overprotective mode. The
little tit is even worse than our mother right now. That's one of
the reasons why Dumbledore sent me, so Ron would quit bugging
"I'll, um, write a quick note to send back with you," Harry
offered. "Worse than your mother?"
"Even mum told him to calm down and Dad nearly cried he was so much
like mum when we first went to school according to him. It's
pretty scary. Made Charlie long for the twins to visit."
Harry snickered at that. "So, how much longer do you think?"
"Is there a move on the school?"
"Not this week, but probably before too long. It got out that
you're not there."
"I can get him up to working the three spells we think he'll need
tonight," Wesley offered. "Or shortly after noon tomorrow.
So by the end of the week, Xander?"
Xander got up to grab the phone, dialing Willow's cell. "Hey,
me. Harry's got to go back soon. Like this week soon. Yeah,
fine. Send it my way and I'll toss it once we get there."
He hung up. "Willow said that'd be fine. She'll send me
something so I can mark a spot for her to come to once we get
there." He sat down and hummed in appreciation at his first bite.
Lorne flinched, then glared at him. "Do you mind! Some of
us didn't need to see that sort of stuff while we're eating, Xander!"
"More than I wanted to know," Cordy said to stop any retort Xander
"Well, he is cute," Fred admitted with a blush. "But I'm sure
he's got a special friend at home."
"Not unless he's stolen Hermione or someone," Harry said, looking at
Bill. "Do you? I'll offer you Xander so I can sleep in
tomorrow," he offered with a bright grin.
"Harry, I can proposition him all by myself. I'm a *big* boy now,
dear, really. Besides, who knows if Bill could handle the
Xander-lovin' or would even like Xander-lovin'."
Bill blushed. "I'm not against anything like that, but I barely
met you. I'm one of those good boys. Never on the first
date, mate." He sipped some water to calm himself back
down. "So, Harry, learn any new tricks recently?"
Harry grinned. "I have. Xander's been working on training
me physically, like they do the Slayers they work with. I'm
getting pretty good at being thrown on my back."
"Oh, I don't know, Harry, you're pretty good at ducking blows too,"
Xander offered dryly. "You'll do fine, that's one of the reasons
why I'm coming back with you, to keep working your butt off."
"Sure, Xander, it'll only make me more fit for Quidditch and girls."
Lorne gave him an odd and long look. "You so sure it's in that
order or that style, Harry?" he asked finally.
Harry blushed. "Unless I missed something, I think I like girls."
Lorne nodded once. "Give it a year after the war to figure that
out for sure, Harry. Trust me here. There'll be some doubts
and you'll want to figure that one out for sure."
"Okay." He trusted Lorne. Maybe he did like guys, he'd have
to figure that out too he guessed. "Ron?" Bill choked.
Lorne shook his head. "Don't start with your best friend, it'll only
upset them if it doesn't work out. I speak from experience after
watching it time and time again as some poor sod sings out his heart
off key due to being very drunk."
"Okay. If you figure out who, just tell me. I don't like it
when people throw themselves at me."
"Sure, Harry. I'll describe him later tonight, after you sing
again," Lorne promised.
"Did you ever get the words to that one song?"
"Yup, sure did, and uploaded for you, little guy. Just waiting
for you to come in tonight. Xander, you too, babe. There's
still that anomaly."
"Sure, Lorne. I don't know why you saw the future
splitting. Unless we're going to have another Cordy-verse
moment." Cordelia choked. "You haven't been making more
"No, Xander, I learned my lesson after the skanky vamp Willow came onto
me. That was a bit more than I wanted to know about the lesbian
witchy-poo thing she's got going now."
"As a harbinger, it was a wonderful omen," Wesley offered.
"Willow did end up going dark. Xander ended up going a bit darker
as well. Buffy did die, twice, and come back. Angel's still
a tortured vampire."
"Yeah, but we're not caging him at the moment," Cordelia noted.
"What are we talking about?" Bill asked.
"At one point in time, I made a wish," Cordelia offered. "To a
wish demon. I created an alternate universe where Xander and
Willow were vampires," she said proudly.
"It was a good taste of things to come," Wesley pointed out again.
"I still don't think I could be a good vampire," Xander said, frowning
"You're an excellent hunter," Fred reminded him. "You're in very
good shape. You can do the messiest of jobs around here and not
blink. Thank you for unsticking the drain line again by the way."
"Not a prob, Fred, it's what I used to do for a living," he said dryly,
smirking at her. "Next, I'm going to go paint your room again so
the writing doesn't come back through." She grinned
sheepishly. "Then I'm buying you a really *big* journal."
"Sure, I could use another one," she agreed happily.
Wesley shook his head. "I'm sure Gunn would appreciate that when
he gets back from his trip."
Cordy smirked at Xander. "Unfortunately the omen didn't warn us
about fangless. Not even Xander."
"One can never really be prepared for Spike," Xander said dryly.
"Take it from me, his forced roommate for a bit." He saluted her
with his water. "Eat, Harry."
"Eating," he agreed, taking another bite.
"Fangless?" Bill asked.
"Spike," everyone at the table said in unison.
"Not to change the subject or anything, but who's going back with
Harry?" Fred asked.
"I am, Buffy is, Willow is," Xander told her. "Wanna come,
"I'm going," Wesley agreed. "If only to work on Harry's other
"Fine," Harry agreed. "I learned more from you than I do
McGonagall and Snape combined this year. Lorne, you wanna come
"I probably won't need to," he pointed out. "I'm more
rear-support if you take my meaning."
"So I can report that he'll be back by Friday?" Bill asked. He
was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. That demon was just...odd.
"Probably in two days," Wesley offered. "Perhaps less if we can get him
to memorize the spells tomorrow."
"One last night of freedom," Lorne teased. "Then back to the school and
the boys and girls there. By the way, who's the redhead girl who
keeps giving you looks like you're a higher- echelon demon?"
"That'd be his sister, Ginny," Harry said dryly. "She's got a bit of a
"Gee, Harry, you do know what an understatement is," Bill teased.
"One of these days, she's going to knock you down and have her way with
you, then get up and walk off whistling merrily. Then what'll you
"Cry on your mother's shoulder about how mean she was so she'll get her
bum kicked by Ron?" Harry suggested, smirking at him.
"Either that or get the twins to punish her for me. They like me."
"Is that who those other boys are?" Lorne asked. "I've seen them
in your head before, Harry. Back when you had that nightmare."
"Yeah, they can be that," Bill agreed dryly.
"No, they were trying to protect me in the dream, them and Ron," Harry
told him. "Then this giant robot Ginny came up and stomped on
them before eating them, and then me."
"That's one hell of a nightmare," Bill agreed, starting to laugh.
Harry had a very vivid imagination, but it was good that he was
thinking about a member of the family. Maybe Ginny wouldn't be so
disappointed after all.
Lorne looked at him and nodded. "Yes, she will be. I've seen that
much. But she's got a very nice set of boys, matched set but not
twins, who'll be hers. I saw them in Harry's future. He
Bill shook his head. "I don't think I needed to know that
much. I might get upset at my sister. Thanks though."
"Welcome. I'm always happy to help. Come sing tonight,
maybe we'll see something good in your future. I'm a very broad
services sorta guy these days." Wesley coughed, hiding his
laughter behind his napkin. "You, no offering the whole list," he
teased with a grin and a wink.
"Guys, eat, before it gets the wrong sort of cold," Fred warned.
"Or else I'm letting Xander inhale the rest of dinner."
Everyone dug back in, not wanting to upset her. Fred may be nice,
but she had a wicked way with a book going upside your head if you
Bill wobbled back into the office the next day, smiling at the
Headmaster. "He's okay, he'll be back in a few days." He
sat down with a tired sigh.
"Are you all right?"
"Sure. We went to a demon karaoke bar last night to visit a seer
who saw the future. Apparently I'm due to have a pack of little
Ron's in the future."
Dumbledore nodded slowly. "Indeed?" he asked calmly, not
panicking at the thought of Harry being around demons. "Anything
else of interest come up?"
"Yeah, Harry's got a future if the others come with him. He's
bringing some of his new teachers with him. They think he'll be
back in about two days. I know of four that're coming. Two'll be
traveling with him and the other two'll come in once Xander sets some
sort of marker."
"That's fine," Dumbledore agreed. "We could always use the
help. Anything else of interest?"
"Well, I met the nicest demon, Lorne. He's a singer from another
dimension and he can see the future when you sing for him," he offered
with a small grin. "Very nice guy, green skin, red horns
and all. Too bad, but he says he's rear-support." He stood
up with a small moan. "I'm going back to the Burrow to nap.
Need me for much else today?"
"No, thank you, Bill. Have a nice rest." He waited until
the curse breaker had left before putting his head down with a
moan. Harry was consorting with demons? Was that really
Harry landed with Xander and Wesley on the front lawn of the school,
looking up at it. "Welcome to Hogwarts."
"Thanks. Nice looking place. Very well constructed."
He patted Harry on the back, then tossed something toward the woods,
both of them looking away as Willow and Buffy flashed in. "Hi,
"Hi," Buffy called, hiking up with the weapons trunk. "This is a
nice castley place. Any queens?"
"Only some Slytherins. Come in, meet my Headmaster. I'm
sure he'll be delighted to meet you," Harry said with a grin.
They walked up to the front stairs and found Snape, Dumbledore, and
McGonagall standing there. "I'm back, I brought some more
"So I can see. Would you introduce us, Mr. Potter?"
McGonagall asked, looking at the young ladies in their very immodest
outfits. Not a single robe in sight. Their skirts were
above their knees as well. She pressed her lips together.
"Hi," Xander said, grinning at her. "I'm Xander Harris. I'm
Harry's physical trainer. With me is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, former
Watcher, now warrior for the Powers That Be. Behind us are Willow
Rosenburg, uber-Wicca, and Buffy Summers, senior slayer."
"Oh, my," Dumbledore said, smiling at Harry. "You really did
bring some very powerful friends, Harry. Are you still training?"
"He's doing quite well," Wesley assured him. "Very studious once
we found what was needed. By the way, who do I go over that
prophecy with? There's a loophole or three."
"We can do that later."
Snape stomped down the stairs, putting a cross against Xander's
forehead. "At least you're not demonic."
"No, sweetheart, I'm a slayerette and a warrior in my own right," he
said dryly, smirking at him. "I've been doing this for a while
now. No Bill?" he asked the cranky looking woman on the steps.
"No, he's at home," Dumbledore promised. "He'll be up tonight,
Xander. If you'd come this way, we could fit you into a nice
"Sure. The weapons are kinda heavy," Buffy agreed, following
along. "Wow. Are you sure some sort of royalty doesn't live
here? It looks like it should house a few crowned heads."
"No, Buffy, the only queens around here are a few of the boys," Harry
promised, pointing at one. "There's one now. Hey, Malfoy,"
he said, grinning and waving. "Draco Malfoy, this is Buffy
Summers, senior Slayer from Sunnydale." The boy blanched and
backed away from them. "We'll chat later." He followed
Xander up, listening to him snicker. "Sorry, couldn't
resist." He grinned at Willow, who was glaring back at
Snape. "Know him?"
"Yeah, I met him a few years back when I had a slight...accident with
"I wouldn't call nearly ending the world a slight magical accident,
Miss Rosenburg," Snape said coldly.
"Yeah, well, grief is a funny thing," she reminded him. She held
open the door for Buffy since she was carrying stuff. They headed
inside and she unsubtlely slammed the door in his face. "This is
"It is," Dumbledore agreed, looking at her. "How are you, Miss
"Fully charged and ready to fight, Headmaster. My grieving is
over with, and I've lost another since then but I didn't do it again."
"Very well. I trust you to know your limits. Has Harry been
"He's been working with Wesley. We're along to help," Buffy told
him. "Xander helps trains the junior slayers for us with Wes."
"Very well then," he decided, smiling at his student. "Do you
feel ready to fight him, Harry?"
"I'm still studying but I think I could handle a few small battles at
the moment. Not the final one."
"Very well then. I'll release you to their care. Your
schedule will be adjusted so you have more time with your
trainers." Harry nodded. "Anything else you need?"
"Bill was a nice guy, he could help," Xander offered casually.
"Of course, I'll have him sent along," Dumbledore agreed. That
would give him someone to watch them with the boy, it was a very good
idea. "If you need anything, have Harry call a house elf."
He left, going to talk to his most trusted teachers to work on adding
them to the plans.
"Okay, we're here," Xander decided. "Break out the stuff so we
can work on his training. Buffy, you can start sparring with
him. Willow, help Wes. Harry, go get all your friends that
are fighting with you so we can work on them working with you."
"Get Ron, he seemed sweet from what you've said," Willow offered.
"Sure," he agreed, grinning before walking out and heading up to pounce
Ron and drag him down to get beaten up on for a change. "We're
back!" he announced from the doorway. "Ron, Hermione, Neville,
Ginny, need you to come train."
They got up without a question and followed him. They knew Harry
knew what he was doing now.