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Summary: What if instead of Quor'toth, Connor was sent to a different dimension. One where he grows up to be considered a hero? What will happen when Angel finds him? Will he want to go with his father? Will Dumbledore let him go without a fight?

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Harry Potter > Angel-CenteredXanfanforeverFR1578,97312811,4278 Apr 1129 Dec 12No

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel or Harry Potter.

Los Angelus

Fred was sitting at a table behind the lobby with books sprawled all around her. She was looking for anything that could lead to where Connor was. It had been a week since Connor had been taken, and there were still no leads on which portal he’d been taken through.

Soon, Gun came out of the office and joined her. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey. How’s Angel?” Fred asked. She could guess how the vampire was, but she had to ask anyway.

“He’s buried in books. I don’t think he’s gotten any sleep since this started,” Gunn said.

Fred slammed one of the books closed in frustration. “This is useless, Charles. We are getting nowhere. There is nothing in these books that can tell us where Connor could be.”

“I know, but we can’t give up,” Gunn said.

“No, of course not. I’m not suggesting we give up. I’m just saying that this isn’t working. We need help. We need someone who knows what they’re doing,” Fred said. What they needed was Wesley.

“Forget it, baby. Angel will never go for it,” Gunn said. He knew Fred was referring to Wesley, and there was no way that Angel would go to Wesley for help. Wesley was the reason this was all happening. Also, even if Angel did go to Wesley, Gunn wasn’t so sure he’d help. Angel had tried to kill him the last time they’d met.

“Well, he’s going to have to if he wants to get Connor back,” she said.

Just then, the front door opened, revealing Cordelia and the Groosalugg. “Hello!”

Fred and Gunn got up to meet them.

“Hey, you guys. We’re home,” Cordelia said happily.

Fred and Gunn looked at them solemnly.

“Oh my God, what happened? Is it Angel? Connor?” Cordelia asked.

“Connor’s gone,” Fred said sadly.

“What do you mean he’s gone?” Asked a horrified Cordelia.

Gunn and Fred spent the next half hour telling the two how Wesley took Connor because of the false prophecy about Angel killing the baby, how Holtz and Justine took him Wesley after nearly killing the man, and how Holtz and Connor were sucked into another dimension.

“So no one knows where Connor is now?” Cordelia asked as the four sat down on the couches in the main lobby. She was on the verge of tears. She loved that baby just like he was her own. She couldn’t bring herself to picture him being in some hell dimension.

“No. We’ve been looking, but we’re coming up with nothing,” Gunn said.

“There’s gotta be something somebody can do,” Cordelia said. She refused to believe that Connor was gone forever. There had to be a way to bring him home.

“There is, but Angel isn’t going to want to go to him,” Fred said.

Cordelia was confused at first until realization hit her. They were talking about Wesley. Wesley was the expert on this kind of thing. He was the one that figured it all out when they came to rescue her from Pylea.

“Fred, you gotta forget about Wes. Angel’s never going to agree to go to him for help,” Gunn told her.

“He will if I make him see that there is no other option,” Cordelia said before getting up and disappearing into the back office.

Angel looked up and saw Cordelia. He immediately got up and went over to her. “Hey, Cordy.”

“Hey,” Cordelia said before hugging him fiercely. “I’m so sorry.”

Angel pulled away after a minute. “The others told you?”

Cordelia nodded. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I didn’t want to interrupt your vacation. Besides, there was nothing you could do,” Angel said.

“Well, there’s something I can do now,” Cordelia said.

“Right. We’ve been searching the books for where Connor could’ve been taken, but nothing so far. There are so many other worlds out there, and we can’t figure out which one Connor’s in,” Angel said. He was really starting to lose hope. They’d been at it for over a week with no luck.

“Well, I have a suggestion, but you’re not going to like it,” Cordelia said.

“What is it?” Angel said. He was ready to jump at any chance at finding Connor. He’d do whatever he had to.

“You need someone who knows about portals. Someone has the resources to trace where someone has been sent via portal and how to activate one. I think you who I’m talking about,” Cordelia said.

Angel looked at her for a minute before realizing who she meant. His face then got hard. “No.”

“Yes,” Cordelia said forcefully. She knew Angel didn’t want to do this, but she didn’t care. Wesley was the only one that could help find Connor. “I get that your mad, but-“

“Mad? Mad doesn’t even begin to cover it!” Angel yelled. “He took my son!”

“Yes, to protect him. He thought you were going to hurt him,” Cordelia reminded him.

“He should’ve known that I would never hurt Connor. The prophecy was a lie.”

“He didn’t know that. He had every reason to believe that it was real. But you know what? That doesn’t matter. All that matters now is finding Connor. And no matter what else, you know Wesley can help us do that,” Cordelia said. She had to make him see that this was his only option. “You need to decide, Angel. What is more important? Your anger for Wesley or getting your son back?”

Angel stared at her for a minute before walking out to the room.

Angel knocked on Wesley’s front door. He hated it, but Cordy was right. The only chance he had at getting Connor back lied with Wesley. He would have to put his anger aside to get his son back.

The door was opened a second later by Wesley, who didn’t look happy to see him. “Come to finish me off?” he asked in a very quiet voice.

Angel suppressed the urge to attack the man again. Just seeing the man filled him with rage. “I need to talk to you.” He tried to enter the apartment only to be held back by an invisible barrier. Wesley must have magically revoked his invitation.

“You must forgive me, but I decided not to take the chance that you would show up to try to kill me again,” Wesley said.

Angel sighed. He was getting the feeling that this was going to be even harder than he anticipated. “I won’t hurt you, I promise. Can I come in?”

Wesley stepped away from the door and went over to the window. He waited a few seconds before saying, "Come in."

Angel entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. “Look, I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me here, but I need your help.”

“Why should I help you? You tried to kill me,” Wesley said bitterly.

“You stole my son!” Angel yelled. His intentions had been to try to be nice, but Wesley was making that impossible. He was making him the bad guy.

“What would you have had me do? Let you kill him?” Wesley asked in the loudest voice his hurt throat would allow. He did understand Angel’s anger, but he’d truly just been trying to protect the boy, and Angel for that matter. He knew that Angel would never be able to live with himself if he’d hurt Connor.

“I would never hurt Connor!” Angel said with conviction.

“You wouldn’t,” Wesley granted. “But can you honestly say the same about Angelus.”

Angel looked away. He couldn’t honestly say that. The demon in him would definitely hurt Connor, but the demon in him didn’t come out. “The prophecy was fake”

“And I tried to find a way to prove that, but I couldn’t. Every source I went to said the same thing. That you would turn evil and hurt your child. What could I do? Just let it happen?” he asked.

“Why didn’t you come to me? Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve figured it out? We could’ve found another solution?” Angel said.

“What was I supposed to say? ‘Angel, you’re going to kill the son you love in the coming months. Just thought you ought to know.’ Yes, I’m sure that would’ve gone over brilliantly,” Wesley said sarcastically.

“So instead you aligned yourself with Holtz? Someone you knew was out to hurt me and use anyone one to do it?” Angel asked angrily.

“I did not align myself with Holtz. Yes, I spoke with him once or twice, but I did not align myself with him. I didn’t trust Holtz anymore than you did. I spoke with him only to figure out what he planned. I will admit that my final decision was based on his words. He said that he would take Connor if I didn’t. He was ready to kill everyone that got in his was. He said that he just wanted to protect Connor. Now I didn’t really trust him, but I’d already seen the prophecy, and I saw the signs that went with them. I know now that they were fake, but at the time, I had no reason to doubt them,” Wesley explained. “Holtz solidified my decision, but I had already been planning on taking Connor. I was trying to protect him.”

The rational part of Angel’s brain knew that that was the truth. That Wesley had done what he did to protect his son. The rest of him didn’t care though. Maybe when Connor was brought back he would, but right now, all he cared about was that Wesley had stolen his child. “My son has been taken away because of you. How am I supposed to forgive you for that?”

“How am I supposed to forgive you for trying to kill me, despite the fact that everything I did was to protect your child? I guess we’re at an impasse. So why don’t you just tell me why you’re here?” Wesley asked.

“Connor was taken through a portal. We don’t know where the portal leads.”

“There are hundreds of dimensions out there. Connor could be in any one of them,” Wesley said.

“Yeah, that’s what Lorne said. Is there any way to narrow it down?” he asked.

“I have a couple of contacts. I know a shaman or two that may be able to trace the mystical energy back to a certain dimension,” Wesley said. He would help find Connor. Angel was right about one thing. It was his fault Connor was in that other world to begin with.

“And that’ll help us find him?”

“It should. When a portal is opened, it leaves a mystical energy on both worlds. The right person should be able to trace it from here to the other world,” Wesley told him.

“How long will it take?” Angel asked. He needed his son back now. He couldn’t take much more of this.

“A few days, maybe a week.”

Angel sighed. He didn’t like having to wait that long, but he supposed it could be worse. “Okay, I’ll be at the hotel. Come by when you know something,” he said before walking out the door.
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