When Harry Met Buffy

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling…

Spoilers: Post "Chosen" and after all seven books for Harry Potter

Timeline: At the moment, 2003, this puts Harry at 22 going on 23 and Buffy at 22…

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The ago old question, can a wizard and a slayer just be friends? Probably not…

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"Blah" means speech

'Halb' means thoughts

Charing Cross Road, London

'One step forward, one step backward.'

Buffy continued to tell herself this when she walked by a building that had appeared out a thin air whenever she got close enough to it. But whenever she walked back the way she came, it would disappear again.

'One step forward, one step backward.'

After noticing the several looks she was getting from people, she came to two conclusions. The first, they didn't see the building that shimmered in between the book store and the record store.

The second conclusion, she should probably stop walking forward and backward if she wanted people to think she was sane.

Buffy wrestled with the decision to walk closer to the place. From the name, she figured most California girls wouldn't step in a place called the Leaky Cauldron, but Buffy Summers was no ordinary California girl.

She closed the gap between the building and herself and made her way inside. It wasn't what she was expecting.

This place was more like a little inn, though once again, many people were staring at her. She found this incredibly funny since they were ones wearing robes.

'I didn't step inside a cult's headquarters, did I?'

"Are you lost, dear?" a man asked Buffy after she sat in one of the booths.

Buffy smiled at the man before answering. "No, I just found this place and thought I'd step in and see what's the what."

Tom was surprised to hear the American accent. Not many muggles wandered into the Leaky Cauldron, most of all Americans. But if she found the place without being frightened, then perhaps she was a witch.

"Would you like anything to eat?" he asked. "I'm Tom, the owner of this fine establishment."

"I'm actually already full, but do you coke?" Buffy asked sweetly. At Tom's blank stare, she tried for another approach. "I figured England would have coke, but uh, whatever you have is fine."

"Right away miss," Tom smiled slightly and walked away. He quickly made his way to his private fireplace and floo'd the authorities.

Buffy waited patiently for Tom to bring her back a surprise drink. She was praying this wasn't a cult because she was not about to drink some special juice.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket, ready to call someone if something went down, when she noticed that her phone was dead. This was impossible because she had charged it earlier that day before she went patrolling.

She was interrupted from her thoughts when Tom set a mug down on her table.

"Have a nice Butterbeer," Tom smiled.

"Oh no, beer and Buffy don't go hand in hand," Buffy said shaking her head. "It's more like beer hits Buffy on the head and she gets very bad."

Tom laughed and shook his head at Buffy's speech. "No, this isn't real beer; it won't give you the same effects. Now if it's Firewhiskey you're looking for, I can fetch some for you."

Buffy took a sip at the Butterbeer and immediately felt a warmth she hadn't felt before. This was definitely not the beer she thought it was. "No, this is fine."

Tom walked away and nearly stumbled when he noticed the Auror that was sent to help him with his situation. "Harry Potter?"

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, now known as Savior of the Wizarding World, nodded to Tom as he approached him.

"The situation hardly called for someone like you," Tom said. "It's just a possible muggle who wandered in; I thought someone should check her out."

"I was off duty and headed for Diagon Alley when you floo'd," Harry explained. "It was no problem at all."

"Alright then," Tom nodded. "She's in the booth over there."

Harry followed Tom's thumb and caught sight of the woman drinking from the mug as she looked around the pub. She caught sight of him and Harry found himself blushing under her gaze.

'She most definitely saw me blush,' Harry sighed as he raked his fingers through his hair. Even after so many years, it was still a mess and he gave up long ago on trying to fix it.

"So, is it me or is everyone staring me at all weirdly?" Buffy asked as soon as Harry sat in her booth.

"It's you," Harry answered. "It's not safe to talk to random strangers."

"I figure since your robe looks easier to work in and that badge pretty much screams authority, then you are a cop or something," Buffy shrugged. "So, am I right?"

'Definitely a muggle,' Harry thought to himself. "Yes, you would be correct in assuming that I'm a, cop."

"You're too young to be getting all Giles on me," Buffy muttered. She perked up when she saw him staring at her. "So anyway, what did I do wrong?"

Harry smiled before pulling his wand out from his robe. It was better to obliviate sooner rather than later; less of a chance of them escaping the charm.

Buffy's eyes widen when she saw the wand rise in front of her face. She turned her shock into anger as she glared at the man and grabbed his wrist, careful not to break it, but enough to let him know that she wasn't kidding around.

Harry winced at her strength and was ready to use extra force when she spoke.

"You will not be using magic on me as long as I'm breathing. And even after I'm dead, I'll be sure to come back again and hurt you," Buffy hissed.

"Are you a squib?" Harry asked after reassuring Buffy that he wasn't a threat.

"Does it look like I have eight tentacles?" Buffy glared.

"No," Harry smiled, "And squids have six tentacles. Octopus' have eight."

"Whatever," Buffy waved her hand. "So really, what's the deal?"

Harry had assessed the situation as best he could. She was muggle in every way except for a bit of power he could feel from her. The power didn't feel evil, but anyone could have disguised their signature from an auror.

She was American that was for sure. But what was she doing in the Leaky Cauldron? Should he tell her the truth? He could always obliviate her later, but there was too much risk.

"Fine, I'll guess and you just nod if I'm correct," Buffy said as she got tired of waiting for him to answer. "This place, normal humans can't see it."

Harry nodded, "It's hidden away from them."

"You're a witch, or warlock or whatever," Buffy continued. "And all these people are like you."

"Wizard," Harry clarified, "And yes, these people are either a wizard or witch."

"And you're an aura, which is a police officer in the normal, human world."

"Auror," Harry said. "And yes, that's basically what my job is, except the criminals are other wizards and witches, and not muggles, non-magical people."

"That must get exciting," Buffy said sarcastically. "And let me guess, by the traffic coming from that door I would say that something that, muggles, can't see is back there."

Harry noted that this woman had a keen eye for detail. He hadn't noticed all the people coming from the back entrance, but he was wizard, so it never really seemed important to watch the amount of people coming and going.

"Correct again," Harry nodded. "That's the entrance to Diagon Alley."

"I have no idea what that is, but it sounds cool," Buffy smiled.

"I could show you around if you wanted?" Harry asked. There was something about her that told him she could be trusted.

"Can I at least have your name first?"

"Harry Potter," he stuck his hand out.

Buffy reached out and shook his, "I'm Buffy Summers."

At the mention of her name, Harry couldn't help but feel he knew of her somehow. Buffy was thinking the same, but quickly dispelled the thoughts and Harry led her to the back entrance of the Leak Cauldron.

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I shouldn't be starting another story, but I, as well as everyone else, couldn't stop me! It's my first well thought out Buffy/Harry Potter cross, tell me what you think?

Review please!