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This story is No. 2 in the series "The New World". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Short scenes set between Mild Side and The Hunt

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Harry Potter > Buffy-CenteredBrownFR151211,72631527,03910 Sep 0917 Jan 10No

Feeling Better Everyday

Brown says: I felt a little guilty about my first long story being a non-crossover, on a crossover site. So here is some Buffy/Harry friendship interaction, set between Mild Side and The Hunt. Also: I disclaim all rights to Buffy or Harry Potter universes.
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Buffy Summers was in a good mood. She had information! Actual information, that she’d got by being sneaky and talky, rather than hitting vampires until they told her what was going on. Last night had been Samhain, the night on which nothing supernatural happened. Buffy had found out two useful facts: firstly, that Halloween was especially quiet in London on account of a certain demon hunter; and secondly, that the demon hunter was a very young man named Harry Potter, a wand-wizard. Buffy bounced slightly as she walked down the corridor to Giles’s office. He had always wanted to get some contacts in the insular wand-wizard community.

Buffy waved at Giles’s secretary as she strode past the girl’s desk. Buffy was one of the few people who could get in without an appointment. She threw open the door and opened her mouth to tell Giles her news, and saw that he was on the phone. He smiled, and held up a finger to indicate that she should wait. Shrugging, Buffy carefully closed the door and sat down to wait, toying with her hair and eavesdropping on the conversation.



“I agree, it was unfortunate, but slayers do have license to make tactical decisions.” Giles was rubbing his left temple as he cradled the phone against his right. Something the other person said made his brow furrow. “No, I don’t think it was too much of a price to pay. No, I hardly think—I find it hard to believe that the repairs are a concern. Fiona and her team saved the residents of that building, if not the entire suburb. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an urgent appointment. Yes, I will pass on your concerns.”

Giles slammed the phone down. “Like hell I will.” He stood up, and walked around the desk to give Buffy a light hug. “Buffy, it’s good to see you. How was your Halloween?”

“Oh, it was all right. Kind of dull, at first. Did you know that London is even quieter than the rest of the world, when it comes to Halloween?”

Giles blinked. “No, I did not.”

Buffy grinned. “Well, now you do. And…” She paused for a few moments to build up suspense. “I found out why.”

“Well done, Buffy.” Giles said, sounding impressed. “How did you learn the cause?”



“Well, I was about to stake a vamp and realised he was expecting someone else. So I interrogated him, and found out there’s a demon hunter who hangs out in the Demon Quarter every Halloween. Apparently this hunter hangs out at the Slaughtered Goat after midnight. I took a trip, and met him.”

“Anyone we know?” Asked Giles, mildly curious.

“Nope.” Buffy replied, and held up a hand. “He’s a wand wizard, name of Harry Potter.” Her nose crinkled. “He was kind of drunk, I had to let him sleep it off in one of the Council apartments.”

“Harry Potter,” murmured Giles. “That name sounds familiar.”



He walked over to one of the bookshelves that lined three of his office’s walls, and extracted one of the newer-looking volumes. It was a heavy hardback book with black bindings, and as Giles sat down behind his desk and propped it open, Buffy saw the title written in archaic silver letters: The Dark Lord’s Fall. Giles put on his glasses as he flipped through the first few pages, stopping and reading intently. He looked up at Buffy, smiling slightly.



“It appears you had a celebrity on your couch, Buffy.”

“Oh? He’s famous?”

“Yes, indeed.” Giles turned over a page. “Do you recall me mentioning the wand-wizards’s war to you, some months ago?”

"Yes…” She might not remember the details, but she did remember the general topic.

“They were troubled by a terrorist leader who called himself Voldemort. This man attempted to murder Harry as a child, but there was a magical backlash of some sort and Voldemort was believed dead. He returned to life six years ago, came close to complete control of their government.”

“And?”

“And Voldemort was killed in a duel. By one Harry Potter. Apparently he’s quite famous; I’ve only managed to get my hands on a couple of wand-wizard books, but they all mention him.”



“Huh.” He hadn’t looked like a famous hero, Buffy thought. Just drunk and tired. But then, she reasoned, Buffy Summers was fairly famous in the right circles, and people were always being surprised at her appearance. “So Harry’s a big-time hero.”

“Oh yes,” Giles continued, leaning back in his chair. “The book doesn’t have the details, but it has the broad outline of events. Mr. Potter won a particularly dangerous tournament, led the resistance against Voldemort, killed a basilisk…all sorts of things.”

“Oh.” Buffy considered this. “He probably won’t be calling for help, then.”

“Calling for help?”

“I gave him one of the Council business cards, and told him to call if he ran into demons. He promised to leave the demony stuff to us.”

“Ah.” Giles removed his glasses, ran a cloth over them. “We can only hope. Still, we have at least made a contact of some kind with the wand-wizards.” He smiled at her. “As always you do more than the rest of us can imagine.”
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