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Summary: Set after book six and season five with some changes. Before heading to find the Horcruxes Dumbledore has one more mission for the boy who lived sending him to get help from the girl who died.

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Harry Potter > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Harry PotterdreamerzzzFR152536,79243249,34917 Sep 076 May 11No

The Boy


The story begins after the end of Book 6. Going By the Harry Potter time line it’s 1997 but, like in the book the exact date isn’t important. Harry is seventeen. Nothing about his history is changed. Buffy’s history stays the same just her age changes. She was called at eleven and is now sixteen almost seventeen. The last two seasons of Buffy never happened when this takes place she has recently been resurrected by Willow and the gang. Also after She jumped in the portal for Dawn, Dawn disappears (It will be explained later)(And no offence to anyone who does but, I didn’t really like her character). Her mom is dead and she’s an emancipated minor (Just makes everything easier). I know if I go by this than the whole Angel thing happened when she was like twelve so some of the Buffy time line will be messed with to make things not so gross (For lack of a better word.) And some things will be changed and/or removed completely. The major events will mostly stay the same. I know that sounds confusing but it should be clear as the story goes on and if not please let me know. All Quotes for Buffy come from the site Buffy World (Best site for Buffy show info) And belong to Josh Whedon and who ever else owns the show. (Meaning not me) Quotes from harry Potter belong to JK Rowling. Disclaimer Buffy Belongs to Josh Whedon and Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling.
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Harry sat outside his Aunt and Uncles home silently watching the children ride their bikes up and down the street running around without a care in the world. Anyone watching would think the same of him sitting on the ground with a small knapsack beside him. But in reality he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He wasn’t really sure what he was going to do next. Ron and Hermione would arrive any minute. He smiled thinking of all the times over the summer he’d tried to dissuade them from joining him. They wouldn’t hear it, insisting on coming. He wasn’t sure were they’d go after Godric’s Hollow but, for some reason he knew that’s where he had to begin, if nothing else than to pay his respects at his parents graves. He’d said his goodbyes to the Dursley’s that morning knowing that being that his seventeenth birthday was yesterday the magic that once protected him there was gone and it was pointless to stay. He half been expecting Voldemort to come attack now that the magic was spent. That thought along kept him on edge. Voldemort would pay, Harry was finally ready to fight, he wanted revenge, for his parents, Sirius and for Dumbledore who like his mother had given his life to save Him. He smiled shaking his head as he heard the familiar bickering coming down the lane.

“We’re late and it’s all your fault.” Hermione accused.

“Hey, you try and sneak out of the house with my mum on patrol. She’s gona flip when she finds my note.” Ron replied.

“I know, I hated not telling my parents to, but we couldn’t let anyone know.” She replied.

“We can always just blame it all on Harry no one ever stays mad at him.” Ron joked as they approached.

“Hey.” Harry said standing to greet them. “All my fault? I believe I told you, you didn’t have to come.”

“I know mate, I was just kidding.” Ron began. “You ready?”

“Yeah, where did you guy’s aperate?” Harry asked.

“The woods back there.” Hermione replied gesturing behind her. “I got a map of your neighborhood and found.” She stopped turning to smack Ron who was rolling his eyes theatrically behind her. “It’s a good thing I did. Ron would have wound up popping up in the middle of the street and then what would we do? The ministry would show up.”

“Ok, lets get going.” Harry interrupted before they could begin another fight. He’d gone to the ministry the day before with Remus to get his aperating license. He’d sent him a note with hedwig this morning explaining what he had to do and asking him to understand.

Godric’s Hollow

Harry hadn’t been sure what he’d expected to find when he’d approached the house but, it appeared that he, Hermione and Ron were the only ones who could see it. Muggles passing by never even spared it a glance.

“I guess they never took the charm off it.” Hermione stated

Harry nodded looking at the pile of rubble that had once been his home. A few walls still stood but the parts of the house that hadn’t been destroyed in the attack had deteriorated over time. They waited for Harry to decide what he wanted to do.

“Let’s go to the cemetery, there’s nothing left here.” Harry said turning and walking down the street.

They stood back giving Harry his space as he gazed down at the headstone (I’m making up there birth dates because I don’t know when they were actually born)

James Potter & Lilly Potter
1957-1981 1958-1981
Beloved Parents and Friends
Gone but never Forgotten

Harry was surprised to see the amount of Flowers that littered the grave site Bending down to place his own among them when something caught his eye. He brushed the flowers away noticing something that seemed to be written along the very bottom as if chiseled in to the stone by hand the writing not matching the fancy script above. He was furious, someone had defiled his parents grave then he saw what it said. Harry Potter.

“Do you guys see this.” Harry asked calling them over.

“What?” Ron asked bending down to peer at the stone.

“There’s nothing there.” Hermione added.

“It says my name.” Harry declared confused they didn’t see it. “It’s right there.” He said placing his finger on his name and then he felt it. Like Dumbledore had in the cave, it was magic. He knew what he had to do. Ron and Hermione stared at him as if he’d lost his mind as he rifled through his bag pulling out a knife and slicing through the flesh on his palm. He pressed it against the stone. Hermione let out a gasp as his hand went through as in dipping into water instead of a solid block of granite. Then he felt it pulling his hand back the small box held firmly in his grasp. He glanced back at the stone watching as his name disappeared.

“What is that?” Ron asked as Hermione quickly healed his cut.

“I don’t know.” Harry replied. “But, we need to get out of here.” He didn’t want to stay anywhere to long after they’d used magic, it would be to easy to trace them. He pulled out his wand quickly clearing away any traces of his blood that where left before they hurried out each wondering what was in the box and who had left it.

Harry placed the box on the table of the cheap motel they’d chosen to spend the night. Ron and Hermione watched anxiously as he opened the lid and peered inside. He pulled out two small vials containing a silvery liquid he immediately realized was a memory, but who’s? He carefully placed them on the table explaining what they were and reached back in pulling out three large silver crosses on long chains. He placed them by the vials and pulled out the last two items, letters, one with his name on it. He recognized the handwriting quickly tearing it open he read aloud for Ron and Hermione.

Dear Harry,

If your reading this I’m probably gone. I hoped to be able to help see you through the rough road you face ahead. I knew you would eventually stop here and hoped you would find what I could trust noone else but you with. I have many secrets most of which have most likely died with me but, I need to share this last one with you, and of course with your two young friends whom I am sure are accompanying you on your journey. Enclosed are directions to a small town in southern California. There you will meet an extraordinary young girl who will help prepare you for what is to come. Please give the other letter and the vials to her. I had hoped to be able to accompany you myself but, it seems I have moved on to another adventure. I can not stress how important it is that you tell noone where you are going, and where you have been after you have returned. I have faith in you Harry, when the time comes you’ll be ready. Have a safe journey.

Good luck,

Albus Dumbledore

“So what now?” Ron asked breaking the silence. Harry quickly scanned the next page.

“I guess we’re going to Sunnydale.” He replied. “What kind of name is Buffy?”
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