Buffy/Harry Potter crossover.

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Set Post Chosen. Andrew’s, Point of view. Rated R for adult language.

I own none of it. I’m just having fun.

Damn it. I think aloud. I am a watcher in training, Big frigging deal! I still feel very useless. If it weren’t for me Xander would still have his Anya. I don’t deserve to live. Because, I Andrew Wells am worthless.

Here I am standing at the edge of this porthole I’ve created and I don’t really give a damn where it leads. I just want to get out of their hair. They say they love me that they want me around. But, I don’t believe them.

I remember the note to the gang is in my pocket.

How will they ever understand. I step away from the porthole and place the note under Giles’ book. There are huge tears in my eyes and spilling down my cheeks.

I yell, “I love you”, through the window, where I see the others outside having a picnic. And I jump into the porthole. I hope it will be over fast.

Bang! I land hard on the dusty floor of what looks like a cave. I see two hugemungous feet in front of my face. I spit the dirt out of my mouth. I follow the big feet with my eyes up the legs to the rest of the giant standing before me. I scream like a girl.

“Woah, Woah little man.” The voice says.

He has a British accent sort of like Giles’. I try to talk but all that comes out is a wad of dust. As I launch into a spasm of coughs.

I finally get enough air to speak.

“Who are you?” I ask.

The giant helps and me up, and looks down at me through his shaggy black beard.

“Rubeus Hagrid, at your service. Who are you?

“Um, I’m Andrew Wells. Where am I?”

“Well, you’re at Hogwarts, You’re an American lad aren’t you?”

“Yeah, so?”

A man comes up along side of him. He’s much more normal sized. He has reddish blond hair. He hands me a bar of chocolate.

“Here eat this you’ll feel better.”

Hagrid hands me a mug of liquid. I sniff at it

“What’s this?” I ask. Why, it’s butter beer, o’course. It’s good and it will warm you up. Drink it all down fast now, a’right?”

I do and I really like it. I nibble on my chocolate. As I do so a tall man in robes and a long white beard and hair approaches.

“Hagrid, who is this? And where did he come from? “Hagrid introduces the man as Albus Dumbledore.

They go on to explaining to the man that I fell right out of the ceiling of the cave and such.

Dumbledore turns to me, and tells me he’s going to find me a place to sleep in one of the dormitories.

He leads me up a flight of stairs. I scream when the staircase actually begins to move. He grabs my elbow and laughs softly.

“These stairways tend to move a lot, you may want to hold onto the railing there Andrew.”

I stand with him in front of a portrait, and am shocked when it moves, and then speaks.

“Good to see you again Dumbledore, is that a new student?”

“Yes, I do believe he will be. I’m going to put him in with Harry Potter and his friends. So, please open.”

I’m in total awe when it does.

Then I’m taken to a room with a dozen or so wooden four poster beds.

“Harry, come here. I have someone I want you to meet. Harry Potter, this is Andrew Wells he’s an American. I trust you will make him feel welcome?”

“I’ll do my best sir.” The other boy said. He shook my hand and led me to an empty bed.

“Here, this was Thomas’ bed, but he is in a new house now. So you can have it. The house elves have just but on fresh sheets and stuff. Have a seat. Oh no luggage? Where did you come from?”

“House elves?” I ask.

I am beginning to feel I’m reading one of my comics, now.

“What’s next I mutter aloud, the Xmen?”

“Who’s that?” Said Harry.

“Never mind.” I say sighing. “I think I just want to go to sleep. Maybe we can talk in the morning.”

I woke up the next day with a big fluffy ginger colored cat lying on my pillow. I scratched its ears and then realized there was a crowd of people around the bed looking at me.

“Hi.” I say shyly.

“Your remember me? I’m Harry.”

“This is Ron, and here” he said smiling at a red headed girl, “this is Hermione.”

“Hi.” I say again. I sit up and they all sit on the bed around me. The girl Hermione says to me.

“So I hear that you’re from America. How did you end up at Hogwarts?”

I shrug and explain that I kind of just leapt through a porthole and ended up here. They take turns telling me a little bit about themselves. And then they ask me if I have any magical powers.

“Well I can summon demons.” I say hesitatingly. “I helped the gang back in Sunnydale, defeat the first evil.”

“Ah, The first evil, huh.”

It’s Dumbledore again. Harry looks up at him, as he continues.

“I know very much about this so-called ‘First Evil’. He is not unknown to me. But that is not the name we all know him as, He goes usually by his given name. Voldermort.”

The three teenagers around me gasp at that.

“Albus!” Shouted a dark angry looking man. His voice seed as thick and oily as his long hair.

“I dare say, that you should not be telling such secretes to a stranger like him. And he smells like a mud blood too. I’d be careful what I say if I were you.”

“Well Servius, you are not me. So I must ask you not to interfere in this matter. If I need you I will call on you.

“Rrr-right.” He growled and turned so fast his hair and his black robes billowed out behind him.

My mouth went dry. He was scary but he was also sexy! He reminded me so much of an older version of my dear friend Jonathan, whom I had been tricked into murdering. I think I was in love with. Jonathan, I didn’t realize I was crying until Hermione squeezed my hand and asked me if I was ok.

“No not so much!” I said, using Xander’s favorite saying.

I told them about my murdering my best friend, barely able to keep my voice from breaking through the whole explanation. I buried my face in my hands and wept loudly.

“My dear boy.” said Dumbledore comfortingly.

“It wasn’t your fault. A very powerful wizard fooled you. Please do not blame yourself.”

The big cat crawled into my lap and Hermione said. “Look, Crookshanks likes you. He doesn’t like bad people. So, I can tell if my cat likes you, that you can’t be a bad person.”

Later Dumbledore and I were sitting in the dining hall. It was empty at the moment.

“Normally, Andrew” Dumbledore said. “I would use the sorting hat to see what house to place you in. But, you seem comfortable in Gryffindor. So, if that is ok with you, I’ll let you stay there.”

“Is there anyway I can reach my friends back in Italy, and tell them I am ok?”

“Yes, I can send an owl. Will you tell me who you want to write to?”

“Well, um I guess Giles, mainly. Then he can tell the others. I-...”

“Why, are you speaking of Rupert Giles?” Dumbledore said grinning.

“Yes.” I answered him.

“I know Rupert, he is an old friend, I remember when he and Ethan were here at Hogwarts. Rupert went on to do great things. I wish I could have said the same for Mr. Ethan Rayne, but alas no.” He shook his head sadly. “I’m afraid he got involved with you know who.”

I spoke up. “You mean Voldermort don’t you?”

“Sushhhh! We do not say his name here if we can help it! But yes Ethan chose to become involved with him and his followers the lords of Eyghon.”

“Well I never met Ethan, myself. But Giles spoke of him a lot. I think that maybe they had something going on. If you know what I mean.” I said the last part carefully, afraid it would make this nice wizard angry.

“You are correct in your assumption, Andrew. They indeed were involved. But I see a lot of that here. I myself don’t really care one way or another. I think people should be free to love who and how they chose. But that is not relevant now. Let’s go up to the owlery, and get that letter sent.”


That’s it, for now. Feel free to R & R, but please don’t flame me.


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