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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-CenteredXanfanforeverFR1578,97012711,0658 Apr 1129 Dec 12No

Chapter 3

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


An exhausted Cordelia walked down to the lobby of the hotel, where she found Gunn, Fred, and Lorne waiting. They all looked like they’d gotten about as much sleep as she had. Zero. None of them had been sleeping lately. It had now been over two weeks since Connor had been taken away to another dimension. Two agonizing weeks. “Hey, guys. Where’s Angel?”

“Where he always is. In his office,” Gunn said. Angel had practically lived in that office ever since Connor had gone missing.

“Any sign of Wes calling or showing up?” Cordelia asked. Angel had told them that he’d gone to Wesley finally. She wasn’t that surprised. She knew that once she made him see that there was no other option; he would do the right thing for his son.

As if on cue, the front door of the hotel was opened, revealing Wesley who was carrying a bunch of books. “Where’s Angel?”

“Angel, get your ass out here. Wes is here!” Cordelia yelled.

Angel came running out seconds later. “It’s about time. What took you so long?”

Wesley glared at him. “Do you want to know what I found or would you prefer to keep yelling at me?”

“Okay, you two, separate corners,” Cordelia said. The last thing they needed right now was for Angel and Wesley to go at each other because they both felt the other wronged the other. “Wes, please tell us what you found. Do you know where Connor is?”

“Yes. And the reason it took so long is because Holtz and Connor entered it in a different time period,” Wesley explained.

“Huh?” Gunn asked.

“Who cares? Just tell us what world he’s in,” Angel demanded. He didn’t care about any different time periods. All he cared about was getting his son back.

“It doesn’t have a name, but I can get us there,” Wesley said.

“Great, let’s go,” he said.

“I don’t think we can just go, Angel cakes. We need some kind of a plan first. You don’t want to just enter a hell dimension with no plan,” Lorne said. If this dimension was anything like Pylea, they definitely needed a plan.

“It’s not a hell dimension,” Wesley said as he set his books down on the counter.

“It’s not?” all of them asked in unison.

“No. Actually, it’s a lot like this world. It’s a world filled with mostly humans, just like this one. In fact, I’m not sure demons even exist in it,” Wesley said. He also wasn’t sure they didn’t exist in it, but that didn’t matter much right now.

“There’s a world like that?” Cordelia asked surprised. Demons and vampires had been a part of her life for so long that it was hard to imagine a world without them.
“I’m sure there is somewhere. There are hundreds of dimensions out there,” Wesley said.

“Okay, when do we get to the part where we go there and get Connor?” Angel asked impatiently.

“Right now. I have everything we need to get there. I have even secured a hot spot,” Wesley said.

“Great, let’s go,” said an anxious Angel.

“Uh, I hate to put a damper on everyone’s parade, but Wesley said this world is like ours. Doesn’t that mean it’s just as big?” Lorne asked.

Everyone’s mood began to sour at that point. If that world was as big as theirs, it could be years before they found Connor, if they ever did.

“Wesley, please tell me you have a solution to this,” Angel said.

“I have a solution to this,” Wesley told him. “Well, not so much a solution as having already figured out where Holtz and Connor landed. That was part of tracing the magical energies. Connor is, or at least was, in England.”

“Aw, we gotta go to England,” Gunn groaned.

“Where in England?” Angel asked.

“It’s called Godric’s Hollow. You won’t find it on any map here. It doesn’t exist here, but apparently it does in this other world,” he said.

“Okay, so let’s go then,” Angel said.

“Wait, maybe we should wait until night. You know, so Angel doesn’t burst into flames if we land in daylight again,” Gunn said.

“It won’t matter. This world doesn’t exist in the same timeframe as ours, so I highly doubt day and night will be the same. Besides, Angel’s problem may not be affected the same in that world,” Wesley explained. “However, we do need to get some things in order. We are going to need money and things like that. My suggestion is that we take a few hours to do so and then go.”

“Okay. I few hours won’t make much difference, I suppose,” Angel said.

“Alright, we should meet back here in about three hours. That should be enough time for you all to get things together, right?”

They all nodded.



A few hours later, Angel’s car pulled up to the designated hotspot. The whole gang, with the exception of Lorne, was inside and ready to go. They’d decided that it would be a bad idea for Lorne to go because he would stand out too much. “Okay, do your thing, Wesley.

Wesley began to read, but was stopped by Gunn. “Hold on a minute, English. Is there still a risk of that whole Siamese twin thing?”

“A slight one,” Wesley confirmed.

“Oh, that’s just great,” he groaned.

“Wait, what Siamese twin thing?” Cordelia asked cautiously. This was the first she was hearing of that and it did not sound like a good thing.

“Trust me, girl, you don’t wanna know,” Gunn said.

“It didn’t happen last time, so it probably won’t happen this time. Let’s just do this,” Angel said. His patients were coming to an end. He needed to get to his son. He needed to know that Connor was okay.

Wesley quickly read the incantation. A portal soon opened.

“Okay, here we go,” Angel said before speeding towards the portal. The next thing any of them knew, they were on a road. It was also night now. Angel brought the car to an abrupt stop. “Did it work?”

“I think so. I mean, we’re obviously not in the same place we were,” Wesley said before getting out of the car. The others soon followed suit. “We’re definitely not in LA anymore. In fact, if luck would have it, I believe we’re in England.”

“How do you know?” Gunn asked.

“Because I’m from England. I’d know my homeland anywhere,” he replied.

“Okay, so what now. How do we find Connor?” Angel asked.

“First, we must find out where exactly in England we are. Then we go from there,” Wesley said.

Soon, they all saw a man walking down the street with a newspaper in his hands. Wesley approached him. “Excuse me, sir. May I see that paper for a moment?”

The man nodded and handed it to him. “You can have it. I’m done with it.”

“Thank you. One more thing. We’re a bit lost here. Could you where exactly we are?”

“Surrey,” the man said before leaving.

“Surrey, where’s that?” Fred asked.

“I don’t know. That’s another place that doesn’t exist in our world,” Wesley said as he unfolded the paper and began reading. The color in his face drained. “Oh, Lord.”

Cordelia narrowed her eyes at him. “Why did you just say that? I hate it when you say things like that.”

Wesley took his eyes away from the paper. “It says here that we’re in the year 1995.”

“So? You said we would end up in a different time,” Fred reminded him.

“Yes, but I thought we’d end up in a different year. When the Shaman I used traced the mystical energy, he said that it was the year 1980 when Holtz and Connor got here.”

“So he was wrong,” Angel said.

“No, he checked the facts many times. He wasn’t wrong,” Wesley said. He wished he could say that the data was wrong. It would be much easier to deal with than the truth.

“Okay, then could we have ended up in the wrong time?”

“No, portals don’t work like that. I’m not sure how to explain it, but what it basically means is that we ended up in the time we’re supposed to. It’s just that time works different here,” Wesley explained.

“What exactly are you saying?” Angel asked. He had the feeling that he wasn’t going to like what he was about to hear.

“It seems that time runs faster here than in our world. It means that your son hasn’t been here for two weeks, Angel. He’s been here for fifteen years.”
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