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Summary: An adaption from 'A Place For My Head': Harry has left the wizarding world, but the need to fight evil is still there. Will an offer from one of his college professors give him the opportunity he desires?

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Harry Potter > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Harry PotterPraetorFR18718,89855024,30927 Mar 0713 Apr 07No

Prologue

Prologue
Title: A New Life

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Layout first few chapters belong to McCord…who I couldn’t reach, but who could reach me and gave me the go ahead, thanks!!!

Timeframe and Spoilers: Through Season 7 for BtVS, HBP for HP. Takes place post-Hogwarts and post-Chosen. By mixing two unrelated series you have to ignore certain things from canon and you have to assume and make up other details. HP-books DON’T exist in Buffy-verse (JK is not Rita Skeeter in disguise) and the wizard community isn’t completely retarded, so they know that there is something called Wiccan Magic and what they can do.

Pairings: Harry/Buffy

Prologue “Give them a finger…”

July 30, 2001

Pants, shirts, shoes, undergarments, and toiletries flew from their various locations around the apartment and started packing themselves in the trunk sitting on the bed. Harry Potter watched the progress for a minute, then turned and plopped down at his desk. Scribbling at the parchment there, he thought back to the events that had led him to this decision.

It had been just over a year since Voldemort died, for good this time, perishing at the hand of Harry Potter. After Albus Dumbledore died the magical world looked at Harry to fight the Dark Lord, looked at him to once again defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Wizard and Witches are no different from ‘normal’ people in that regard…always looking at somebody else to do the dirty deed lest they get dirty hands. And so the Third Dark War began, for three years the fighting continued in magical Britain. Three years of training, above and beyond the Auror-curriculum. Three years to track down all the Horcruxes Voldemort made. Three years filled with death, destruction and other unspeakable horrors.

When the Order made the attempt to destroy the Horcruxes they found out that Harry was the only one who could do it without sustaining any kind of harm. Not long after the conclusion was drawn that, on that faithful Halloween-night many years ago, through the Killing Curse Voldemort augmented Harry’s magical power and signature to match his own. The Horcruxes recognized Harry as their owner and obediently cancelled themselves. The ultimate irony: By seeking to destroy his greatest threat-to-be, Voldemort made his own ultimate downfall possible.

The following step in theorizing was quickly made. This was the reason for the mind-link as well. Voldemort and Harry were not only bounded by magic and by mind, but by blood as well. Even their childhood looked remarkably similar. Two sides of the same coin if it were.

Harry Potter, now regarded as the greatest wizard alive, had paid a steep price in defense of the world. If killing (another) person wasn’t enough, he would either die himself…if you remove one side from the coin you remove the entire coin. OR the coin would be transferred inside him, meaning that two would become one. Neither options were specifically appealing to Harry, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made for ‘the greater good’.

After what seemed an impossible long battle, but everybody claims it lasted ten minutes, Harry Potter vanquished the Dark Lord. The fact that the two combatants weren’t soul bonded, meant that Voldemort’s soul (or 1/7 part of it) died without dragging Harry with it. But all the memories, all the knowledge, all the power, even the way of thinking was transferred to Harry.

Most people would jump at the opportunity for this to happen to them, without the actual fighting the most feared Dark Lord in centuries of course…and that their parents would have sacrificed themselves for them. But this is the reason why he was here today packing his suitcase. The persons that knew what happened, his friends and the higher-ups in the Ministry, feared him now. Not right out of course, but Harry could see it in their eyes: thinking that their saviour might become an even more powerful Dark Lord himself. Always walking on eggshells around him, trying to be inconspicuous about it, which only made it that more noticeable. The masses, who know nothing except what they read in the cover-up stories, looked at him as the next Dumbledore. The only problem is that Harry didn’t and still doesn’t have the experience or the patience to become a leader to a society. (Army or a bunch of madman…yes) Suddenly they want his opinion for every little thing. If something goes wrong, they don’t try to fix it themselves, but they expect Harry the Wonderwizard to make everything right.

In other words it was all too much to handle for any 20-year old. Let alone one who doesn’t want to be in the spotlights. So after enduring this a couple of months Harry made the decision to leave, disappear and to try to make a nice relaxing live somewhere else. This meant he was going off the radar in the muggle world; it was too alien for most wizards and witches and too big for the rest to find him.

The goblins at Gringotts did him a favor or two (after some hefty money transactions) and got him a new identity, complete with falsified background checks and school grades. Opened up a new bank account in the muggle world (with backlogging) and would make sure that there would be enough credit on it at all times. You can accomplish a thing or two with the combined Potter and Black fortunes, after all ‘money talks’ and it was never any truer than with Goblins.

Finishing his letter, he folded it silently and placed it on the bedside table. Taking up the small pile of documents, he flipped through them quickly to ensure everything for his entrance into Oxford that fall was there. Satisfied, he looked around his flat one last time, picked up his bag and trunk, and dis-apparated.

Walking through Diagon Alley towards the Leaky Cauldron, Harry spied a small wizarding newsstand. Almost every magazine and publication had his picture somewhere on the front cover, and Harry was sick of it, all of it. The fan girls, the incessant chattering from whoever he might meet while he was out, and the awed stares and whispers as he strode through a crowd where setting his nerves on end. He just wanted a normal life.

But Harry was smart enough to realize he would never have a normal life. Anytime anything bad, anything threatened the wizarding world, they’d look to him like the always had looked to Dumbledore. He didn’t want that responsibility. He didn’t want to be the savior anymore.

Stopping at the entrance to muggle London, he glanced over his shoulder one last time, taking the world he had embraced so earnestly at 11. Now, at 21 and years of war, he turned and walked out, intending to never set foot in it again if he had anything to say about it.

July 31, 2001

Ron and Hermione Weasley opened the door to the flat in Hogsmeade, wanting to surprise their best friend on his birthday. The flat was eerily silent and the couple didn’t know where Harry could be. He almost never went anywhere on July 31, having to be dragged out to celebrate anything after Ginny’s death and his even bigger celebrity status. Ron frowned and moved toward the back of the flat. “I wonder where he could be.”

Hermione chewed on her lip nervously. “Harry?” The flat seemed empty, dead of life. Since the war had ended, Harry always wanted to take some time for himself, time to recover and figure out where he wanted to go from there.

And cry of anguish came from the bedroom, and Hermione rushed into the bedroom. Ron stood rigidly, paled face, and clutching a letter in his hand. Turning slowly, he looked his wife in the eye and softly uttered what Hermione already knew. “He’s gone.”

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