The Rescue (single-shot, so far)Main pairing:
Xander/mm (unknown), Harry/mm (unknown), pairings (all possibly non-graphic, some same sex)MY Inspiration:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer (all media forms), Angel the Series (all media forms), Harry Potter (all media forms)Disclaimer:
This is my standard disclaimer; I don’t own anything in regards to the sources of MY Inspiration. All publically recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
All the characters, worlds, base concepts or general ideas are just a bit food for the writing bug. This story is pure fiction and is in no way meant to copy or reflect real life, events or people, should this happen then obviously it is pure coincidence.Author’s Note:
See author’s profile for preferred pairing style.Summary:
YAHF - Answering Challenge 6843 - Xander dresses up as a wizard, but just not any old wizard.Xander - Harry - Xander - Harry - Xander - Harry
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It was a cool November morning, somewhere in the middle of the month and the Professors were all sitting down and waiting for him to begin his speech. He had great plans in store for the year, but Umbridge being there was starting to irritate even his calmest Professor.
“Good morning,” he said, sitting down in his comfortable chair that he’d just conjured. “Tea anyone,” he called forth a couple of teapots with different types contained therein. “Now for the first order of business...”
The door to the room swung open, crashing against the stone wall and nearly splintering off its hinges. Many of the Professors were shocked, but a couple had pulled out their wands to face the threat. They watched to see what would happen and whether the young man would attack them, but he hadn’t even pulled out a wand and so they started to put theirs away in order.
The young man strode into the room as though he’d been in this school his entire life. He walked right up to the aged, bearded man at the head of the conference table. To their combined shock, their Headmaster was lifted up out of the chair and punched several times in the face by this stranger. The old man was released and that’s when the young man spoke.
“Harry Potter is coming with me,” the young man said glaring at the old man. “He will be properly trained and returned in a few years time. You sir are no longer executer of his parent’s estate and your access to any funding via that estate and all other estates connected to the boy is terminated henceforth. SO MOTE IT BE!”
All the Professors gasped and wondered what was going on, but the man left and looked at the first painting and said, “Tell me where the student, Harry Potter is at this moment.”
The painting could not deny that request. “He’s about to leave his dorms. Go up those stairs, three flights and you might catch him.”
“Thank you,” Xander said. He ran up the stairs and then caught three students coming out of a hidden entrance. “Excuse me,” they turned to look at him. “I need to speak to Harry Potter. Can you tell me where he is?”
“I’m Harry,” a short boy of fifteen years stepped forward. “What do you need?”
Xander stepped forward and looked at the boy with glowing green eyes. He nodded and said, “Quick, let’s go into your dorms. I have a few things to tell and it can’t be done out here, let’s go.”
Harry looked at his two friends, who nodded at him. He turned to the portrait of the Fat Lady, said the password and they walked back into the common rooms. He was shooed to the dorm areas and so he led this stranger into the fifth year Gryffindor boy’s dorm.
“Which one is your bed,” Xander asked.
The Boy-Who-Lived pointed to one of them and then he exclaimed, “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” He stranger was emptying out his trunk and looking for something. “Stop that!”
“Found it,” Xander said, holding up a two-way communication mirror. He held up his hand and said, “Calm down and listen. Activate, Sirius Black.”
Harry saw the image of his godfather in the mirror and asked, “Sirius?”
“Harry, listen to Xander and let him take you out of there,” the man said. “Don’t waste time asking questions, just do it. I can’t say anything else, I’ll meet you soon. I promise and please drink the potion he has for you.”
“But...” Harry didn’t have time to ask his question when his godfather stopped the communication. “What potion?”
“This one,” Xander said. “It’ll help with a lot. Please let me help you.” He was utterly sincere.
Harry nodded his head, took the potion and drank quickly before either of his friends could protest.
“Harry, it could have been poison,” Hermione said. “We don’t know anything about him. You should be talking to the Headmaster about this before doing anything else.”
“That old meddler is the reason why I’m here,” Xander said. “Harry needs training and he’s going to get it from a few people who specialize in different forms of fighting.” He pulled out another trunk and transferred most of the boy’s belongings minus some very old looking clothing and a few pieces of magical items that had tracking spells on them.
“Let your friends here hold onto these items,” he said. “They have tracking spells on them. It will also give you an excuse to come and visit them or have them visit you.” He put the items in Harry’s old trunk and shrunk that trunk down. He handed it to the red-headed boy that had come in with them. “Think you’ll like surfing?”
“What surfing,” Ron asked tucking the trunk away inside his old one, in a secret pocket only accessible to those of Weasley blood.
“Harry, are you sure,” Hermione said, taking a hold of his arm.
“Sirius is,” Harry said. “So, I believe him,” he told them tugging on his arm to get released from the girl’s grip. “Hermione, let go of my arm.”
“No,” she said, holding onto it tighter. Suddenly she released it when a shocking zap hit her wrist.
“You cannot hold him here,” Xander said with his eyes flashing. “Harry,” he held out a book with the strangest writing that any of them had ever seen.
The Boy-Who-Lived sensed that it was a Portkey, but this time he took hold of it, barely hesitating. ‘Sirius said no time for questions,
’ he thought looking back at Hermione shaking the buzzing feeling out of her arm. ‘She was trying to delay, but why?
“Write us, if you can,” Ron said, pulling the distracted girl away.
The door to the room had just opened with Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape coming through, the Portkey was activated when Xander said, “Later dudes!”
Harry was pulled away before any of the adults could cast a spell. The Boy-Who-Lived’s name then disappeared from the list of Hogwarts’ attending students as though he had never attended the school.Xander - Harry - Xander - Harry - Xander - Harry
“Harry's own white knight”Description:
Hi, Don't know if anyone has done a story like this but what I would like to see is: Xander dressed as Dumbledore for Halloween and of course kept all his memories and powers. From here I would like to see that he is outraged how Harry is raised and treated and confronts Dumbledore. Love to see a love blossom between Harry and Xander. I look forward to the story if anyone picks it up. Thanks.