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Summary: WiP. AU Multi Xover. After being screwed over by wizarding society, Harry leaves to make it in the world on his own. Of course, Harry being Fate's whipping boy, things don't go to plan. First part in a new series.

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BobtheBlueFR1549,78812310,49425 Dec 065 Jan 07No

Chapter Four

A/N: I don’t own Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Wish I did, cause then I’d have a big grin on my face. A big fat stupid Grin.


Harry Potter didn’t show up at school for two weeks. His one or two friends kind of worried about him. Xander was slightly distracted with his own problems. He noticed that the effects of Halloween wore off from everyone else almost completely. He, however, still remembered everything about being Superman.

It was actually kind of weird. His new memories and those from reading comics didn’t always match up. He now had things to fill in gabs. Such as after when Clark left Smallville, yet before he moved to Metropolis. Also, he noticed that a lot of what he knew from the comics was made up. If he went by the comics, then there was a super villain terrorizing the city daily, if not more. In ‘reality’, he knew that one would show up maybe monthly. That meant that writers had to just fill in the time, as it were.

Xander was getting himself a soda from the machine when he looked over and saw his raven haired friend Harry.

“Hey Harry. Long time no see. Thought something bad might have happened to you.” Harry just shot Xander a grin.

“Nah, you know me. Nothing short of kryptonite can keep me down. I’m sure you know what I mean.” Harry winked at Xander. Xander had a quick moment of confusion.

“Where you been?”

“At home mostly. You could say that I was….ill. And I needed to make myself presentable.” What Harry meant was that he had been learning all kinds of illusion magic lately. He could now make himself look normal. He even had working bodily functions. Those spells had been a bitch to figure out.

Half of Harry’s learning had been James giving him instructions, and the other half trial and error. No one had ever been in Harry’s shoes before, and even any shoes resembling them. Harry had the need and ability to branch off into areas nobody had before.

“You look alright now.” Xander said to him. Harry just beamed at the compliment.


“Um….you’re welcome?”

“Hey, don’t we have those aptitude tests or something today?”

“Yup, reason to rejoice Harry my friend. No classes. Just have to take a test we can’t fail. If only life were that easy.”

“If only.” Harry responded. Xander noticed the ring Harry was wearing.

“That a left over from a couple weeks ago?” Harry just grinned at Xander, turned and walked off. “Hey, is it? Come on Harry.” Xander followed after him.


Over the course of the next couple weeks, Harry continued to spend a lot of his time training at home. He still went to school, and hung out with Xander when he could, but a lot of his spare time was spent with his ghostly father.

Now, regarding James, it should be noted that while Harry was in school, his father didn’t just float around the house all day. He took it upon himself to stay somewhat near Harry. And by somewhat, that usually meant in the girl’s locker room. Harry tried to scold his father, saying that he was married and all.

“Till death due us part, my boy.” James would just grin at Harry. Harry found his father to be slightly less mature then him. Harry would sit in class, minding his own business, when James would coming screaming through the wall, butt ass naked. James would then jump up on the teacher’s desk and do a ‘sexy’ dance. Of course, Harry was the only person who could see or hear him. Or at least, that’s what they thought. On the Hellmouth, you never did know. The first time James did that to Harry (and yes, he did it more then once), the younger Potter had been listening to a lecture on the mating habits of African Monkeys. The irony was not lost on him.

Towards the end of November, the students of Sunnydale High were given the results of the aptitude tests they took. The tests were to tell them what they should do as a job for the rest of their lives. A job fair was to be held so they could all learn about what they could be doing.

Harry and Xander were hanging out in the library. Harry had taken up hanging out in there on occasion. Usually, when the blonde bomber known as Buffy Summers wasn’t there. For some reason, the girl just rubbed Harry the wrong way. And the feeling was mutual.

“Five bucks says Cordy spends the day with the guy who cleans out the grease trap at Double Meat Palace.” Harry said to Xander as he brought a twinkie to his face. Harry didn’t need to eat. But he was still able to experience physical stimuli when he wanted to. And if a twinkie wasn’t going straight to your hips, why not indulge?

“You’re on. I see her more in the balloon animal field.”

“Nah, the big floppy shoes aren’t her style.” The two of them laughed as Willow entered the library.

“Hey Xander. Hey Harry. Did you guys get your test results? For some reason, they didn’t have mine. Maybe I did so bad on it, that they didn’t want to tell me….” Xander acted shocked.

“My Willow do bad on a test? Never!” The two boys giggled to themselves. Harry spoke up.

“Don’t worry about it Willow. I haven’t even opened mine yet, and I’m sure whatever it says is wrong. There’s no way they could tell what I’m going to be.”

“We really should open our results, don’t you think?” Harry shrugged at Xander. The two of them reached for the envelopes sitting in front of them on the desk. Harry opened his and read it.


“What?” asked Willow. “Is it that bad?”

“I’ll say it is. They have no clue how to spell Potter. They spelled it H-A-R-R-I-S. You would think that people in education business would be better spellers then that.” Willow started to slam her head against the table. Harry tended to get that kind of reaction out of her. Willow was a really easy person to wind up. Xander didn’t do it much out of the respect for their long friendship.

“Give me that.” Xander grabbed the paper out of Harry’s hand, and handed him the one he had been holding. “Cool. It says I should be a reporter.”

“Really? That’s so cool Xander. You could be all investigative reporter like, traveling the world, seeing new places, meeting interesting people. You’d be able to get out of Sunnydale and live a long normal happy life.” Willow said. Both the boys just raised eyebrows at her. “How about you Harry? What did they put for yours?”

“Yes Harry, what did they put for you? You going to be a garbage man? Or how about an adult film star?” Xander teased his friend.

“Nah, nothing that exciting. Though, we all know I meet the qualifications.” Willow’s face matched her hair. “According to this, I should become a pilot or work with planes or something.” Harry and Xander shared a knowing look. Willow obviously didn’t catch the underlined meaning in their results.

“Anyways guys, I gotta go. Advanced Calculus. Don’t you two have class?” Harry and Xander looked at each other, then at Willow and said in unison “Probably.” Willow rolled her eyes and headed out of the library.


The day of the job fair, Harry almost hurt himself laughing when he found out about Buffy the prison guard. Xander tried to tell him it wasn’t funny, but that didn’t stop Harry from rolling around on the ground.

Harry found the rep from the air force. There were a couple of other students milling around, but they didn’t seem all that interested. Harry had an interesting conversation with the Lieutenant about the ins and outs of the military. Harry was able to call up information from Hal Jordan about his own service. The Lieutenant was very impressed with Harry’s knowledge.

“Son, if you decide to join up, I’d support you all the say. You have more knowledge and wit then anyone I’ve ever met your age.”

“That would be an idea, but unfortainatly, I’m not able to serve.”

“Why do you think that? Because you’re from another country?”

“No, because of my ‘criminal backround’.” Harry said. “Can’t talk about it really.”

“Ah, I gotcha. That’s a real shame. Most of the kids I talk to usually don’t end up in the Air Force. It’s a shame really, most of them end up flipping burgers or something.”

“Nah, don’t worry about me. I have plans for my future.” Harry just smirked at that.

The conversation was interrupted by a loud crash. Harry looked over to see Buffy having some kind of altercation with the police woman.

“That girl is a walking disaster.” Harry murmured to himself.


Time passed as it normally did on the Hellmouth, at a fast pace with lots of danger and life threatening situations.

Harry took it all in stride. He was lucky no one noticed when the mind controlling eggs didn’t affect him. He became really good at dodging questions. Of course, the only person who ever really paid him any attention was Xander, and that attention tended to be split. Harry knew about Xander’s ‘night time activities’. He wasn’t ignorant. He figured out that Buffy was the Slayer.

Not to long after his transformation, Harry started hanging out at the ‘Alibi Room’. He didn’t go there for drinks (they didn’t really affect him anyway), he went to play darts and keep his ears open. He didn’t fight on the front lines like some people, but he wanted to be aware if the shit were about to hit the fan. Harry only had to kill a couple of really big smelly demons before Willy left him alone about coming in his bar.

Harry usually just had himself some fish and chips, ginger ale, played some darts and called it a night. One night however, Harry was introduced to something new, kitten poker. He accidentally walked in on a game going on in the back.

“What’s going on here?”

“Nothing that concerns you human.” Said a stupid looking dog creature.

“Oh, ok then. For a second I thought you were playing poker. My mistake. Continue planning the take over of what ever girl scout trope you’re pissed at.” One of the more dangerous looking demons recognized Harry from seeing him around. He knew that the boy wasn’t a normal human. Humans didn’t come in here unless there was more to them.

“We’re playing kitten poker boy. If you can get yourself a couple kittens, you’re welcome to play.” The demon said to Harry.

“As tempting as that is, it is a school night. And more importantly, when I play with pussy, I prefer not to do so in the presence of other guys.” Harry smirked. Half the demons started laughing, or doing what was considered laughing for them. “Tell you what though, in good spirits, how about I send a few drinks back here, my treat?”

“You’re alright kid.” One of the other demons said. Harry walked out back to the front and approached Willy at the bar.

“Hey Willy, those guys in the back playing cards, I want to send them back some drinks.”

“Sure kid, no problem. Your money is good here. Just whatever they’re drinking?”

“No. Send them back some milk. And if you can get it, a tray of cookies.” Harry pulled out two twenties and handed them to the barman. “Keep the change I guess.” Harry left to an amused looking Willy.


It was in early February that found Harry strolling through a grave yard late at night. Yes, Harry knew all about the dangers of doing such a thing. But he and his father had a bet about how many vampires he would attract walking all alone.

As luck would have it, Harry was attacked by a vampire that night. One in which he had actually seen in passing. The vampire Angelus stalked up behind Harry.

“Well, what do we have here? Out for a midnight stroll?”

“Why yes. Nothing beats a nice, relaxing walk under the moon. Really helps clear your head, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, I would. Also makes for a good time to have a snack.” Angelus changed into his ‘game face’, and lunged at Harry.

Now, with all his powers Harry had made a few decisions about what he wanted to do with his life. One of the big ones involved the Green Lantern Power. He walked around wearing the ring, or a construct of the ring, and no one noticed. Harry wanted to keep those abilities under wraps for the time being. Primarily so no one would be able to link them to him later on. And he didn’t want fan boys stalking him just yet either.

So with that decision, Harry ‘limited’ himself to just using magic in self defense. But with his power, he wasn’t limited all that much.

As Angelus lept at him, Harry raised his hand and the vampire stopped in mid air and fell to the ground with a thud.

“The hell?” he said, getting up. “Weird.” Harry just winked at him, which wasn’t a very nice thing to do. Or maybe it was just to nice. Either way, it pissed off the Irishman. “I’m going to suck you dry boy.”

“Ew. I so don’t swing that way. I’m sure you may have a thing for Brits, if some of the rumors about you and William are true, but I’m just not interested.”

“How the hell did you know about that?” spat an angry Angelus.

“I’m not hearing a denial.” Harry practically sung out.

“I’ll show you a denial.” Angelus swung at Harry, but the boy ducked under it.

“You know, I’m really not much of a physical fighter. I leave that to those who like getting all sweaty like that.” Harry waved his hand around, conjuring a large, sharp wooden sword. “But if I must, I must.”

Harry swung the sword at Angelus a few times, the vampire barely dodging the attacks. Harry cast a quick tripping spell, sending the vampire to the ground. He stood over him, raised his sword and brought it down.

It didn’t connect.

The hand of Buffy Summers held the arm of Harry Potter in mid swing.

“Mind telling me what you think you’re doing?” Buffy said.

“Dusting a vampire?” Angelus took the distraction for what it was, and got the fuck out of there. He didn’t even look back, just fled off into the night. “Aw, look what happened. He got away.”

“What are you doing out here? Don’t you know its dangerous?”

“Going for a walk. And yes. Why did you stop me from putting that vampire out of his misery?” Buffy glared at Harry.

“You are not to harm that man.” Harry raised an eyebrow at the blonde.

“And why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“Ah, my mistake. I had you figured wrong. Turns out you’re a villain. My mistake.”

“I’m not a villain. I’m the hero around here mister.”

“Doesn’t look like it to me.” Harry tossed his sword over next to a gravestone, and turned to leave.

“Things are complicated.”

“Sure they are. But tell me, why would a hero save a murdering psychopath?” Harry walked off and didn’t see the tear in Buffy’s eye, or hear her response.

“Because maybe the hero loves him.”


A/N: Anybody have any guesses where I’m going with this?

Someone asked about pairings. I know who I’m going to set Harry up with. Any suggestions for Xander? This is a multi crossover, so anything outside the DCU is game.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Magical Justice PART ONE: Green" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 5 Jan 07.

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