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This story is No. 1 in the series "All Things Considered". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Buffy's in England to deal with the Watcher's Council after 'Anne'. Meanwhile, a depressed Harry Potter is sitting on a swing in Little Whinging after the events of Book 5. Slight Harry/Buffy, and set up for a full length fic. I own nothing but the plot.

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Harry Potter > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Harry PotterNimbustheMarinerFR131862032,75419 Apr 1219 Apr 12Yes
A/N: A short and unbeta’d Harry/Buffy fluff one shot, which could inspire more.

I own neither Buffy the Vampire the Slayer which sprung from the magnificent mind of, and is owned by, Joss Whedon, nor Harry Potter, which is owned by J.K. Rowling.

All things considered, Harry Potter was a rather depressed young man. His godfather was dead, he was stuck with the Dursley’s and the Wizarding World seemed eager to grovel at his feet. He sat on the swings in the park and looked out at the cloudy sky.

“Destiny sucks, huh?”

Harry turned, to see a short, blonde, very attractive and sympathetic looking young American woman walking up towards him.

“What do you know about destiny?” He asked, less angry and more curious than he himself expected.

She sat down on the swing beside him and after a moment said, “When I was 14, I was a normal girl, obsessed with shoes, hair, lipstick, gossip and boys. Then I found I was suddenly much stronger, faster, more agile, more everything. It turns out that I was ‘The Slayer’.” She paused, eyed him, then continued, repeating what sounded almost like a prophecy, “’Into each generation is born a Slayer, one girl in all the world with the strength to fight the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness and stop the spread of their evil.’ It’s a calling with a high mortality rate, and it causes lots of other problems. My Watcher was murdered, and I burnt down the school gym to kill a lot of vampires. Then I got expelled and went to live in a nice town no one’s heard of that happens to be on a portal to hell.”

Harry raised an eyebrow in astonishment, and merely said, “Oh?”

“Yeah. I first died when I was 16, strangled by an ancient vampire. Since then I’ve been fighting the good fight, dealing with my vampire-with-a-soul boyfriend who I can’t have sex with ever because it releases his evil genius dark side and who I sent to Hell. Now I’m here because I have to deal with a bunch of tweedy old guys called the Watcher’s Council. You could say things are complicated. What’s your story?”

Harry eyed her in shock then said, “I’m a wizard. When I was one year old, my parents were murdered by a powerful Dark Wizard called Lord Voldemort. He seemingly died in the process of trying to kill me, and I got this scar,” he pulled back his hair and tapped the famous scar, “Then I was sent to my Aunt and Uncle’s house, apparently because it was equipped with powerful blood wards despite the fact they hated anything magical and my Godfather had been framed for mass murder and the betrayal of my parents. After ten years of utter misery, I found I had magic and was sent to Hogwarts, a school for magic. It was like the home I’d never had, and I made great friends. Unfortunately one of my teachers was being possessed by the Dark Wizard who tried to kill me. The next year, I faced down a basilisk, a 60 foot long snake with a deadly gaze and equally deadly venom. The year after that, my framed Godfather escaped from a truly terrible prison. Then I got entered into a tournament the description of which featured the words ‘mortality rate’ by a Death Eater, one of my enemies servants, which led to me seeing one of my friends murdered in front of me and my enemy fully resurrected. All of this by the time I was 14. After that, the Ministry of Magic refused to believe he was back, demonised my Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard on the planet, and I in the press and sent one of their stooges to take over the school. When I confronted her, I got this.”

He clenched his right hand into a fist and showed it to Buffy, the words ‘I must not tell lies’ standing out with pale malice.

“At the end of this last year, my Godfather, still a fugitive and hiding with a group called the Order of the Phoenix that Dumbledore set up, was killed because… well, I could give all the excuses I like, but I fucked up. Now I’m back with the people who hate me the most, but on the upside, at least the entire Wizarding World doesn’t think I’m a fraud and ‘disturbed’,” Harry finished with moment of black humour.

Buffy rubbed his back comfortingly, then said wryly, “and I thought I had it bad.”

“Fairs fair, you’ve died and I haven’t. That counts for a lot,” Harry said with a dry smile.

“Here’s hoping you don’t, Wizard boy,” Buffy said with a smile, leaning across and pecking him on the cheek to his immense surprise.

“It’s Harry, miss vampire slayer,” Harry replied, now grinning widely.

“Call me Buffy. I’ll see you around,” she said with a smile and a wave as she departed, leaving the swing rocking back and forth. Harry slowly raised one hand to his cheek and smiled.

“See you around, Buffy,” he whispered to himself, then walked back towards the Dursley’s as the sun set, back straight and ready for anything.

The End

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