AN: Well, my first fic. I have to say, I'm pretty proud of myself. I hope ya'll go easy on me and give me lots of feedback. Like my bio says, I am currently interested in crossover fanfics. Which, in my opinion, are some of the best stories out there. Anyway, this fic will be Buffy: the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter. I think these two are some awesome characters. There will be romance later on between Buffy and Harry but it will take a while to develop because this is due to my opinion, and a dear friend's opinion, that any romance that takes less than a chapter for the characters to come together, isn't that great. This friend wrote an awesome fic that I have tried to find recently, but with no success. Also, any tips on British slang would be helpful. I may have friends from Britain, but I can't speak like one.

Ok…on with the disclaimer! No, I do not own anything Buffy related or Harry Potter related. That honor goes to Joss Whedon and J.K. Rowling, respectively. And for those who would like to know, this takes place in the middle of Buffy season 3, but after the Half-Blood Prince. Specifically for Buffy, is after Prom and Angel is getting ready to leave. Now on with the show!

P.S. I had to resubmit the story because of too many errors and some misinformation. So I do apologize, but here is the newer and better version of the story!

Chapter 1

The rain was coming down in waves and there was no end of it in sight. In some aspects, it seemed to reflect his mood perfectly; in fact, it was dreary, gloomy, and morbid. A brief flash of lightning illuminated the man's features. He was wearing a black leather trench coat, which was protecting him somewhat from the harsh weather, underneath that he was wearing a red t-shirt that was tucked into his black trousers, and to finish his ensemble, he was wearing black dragon hide leather. His features include a lean build, showing that he was in shape and worked hard regularly to keep it that way. His face was that of past aristocrats, high cheekbones and no ounce of fat showing whatsoever. His most striking features were his eyes, which glowed with insurmountable power and knowledge gained from recent findings and events. Above his eyes, one would find the feature that has him destined to end a war that has, despite a break, been raging for nearly fifty years. His name is Harry Potter. He had just completed his Sixth year of schooling a few months previous, and his thoughts were still on that dreadful end to the school year; he couldn't get the images out of his mind. Even after three months, that night would be burned into his memory for eternity.

He shook his head of these thoughts, and continued on with his journey. Ever since he began his quest, he couldn't help the twinge of guilt that rose up at leaving his friends behind. They wouldn't understand…they couldn't understand his reasons for doing this alone. He knew that he had to keep them safe, for one thing. He also didn't want them to be continually targeted because of him. He knew it was stupid, since his best mate's parents were involved with the war, and his other friend was on the receiving end of his enemy's vendetta. He also had left behind one of the more important people in his life, his first girlfriend. He had his reasons for leaving her, many of which were the same as the others, but some were more so. He couldn't see her hurt by the war, anymore than she already had been. And for the time being, he has had to shut down his emotions to focus on his task and to complete it as quickly as possible. Even in his heart he knew there love wouldn't have lasted, it just wasn't meant to be.

He continued walking since it helped clear his head, even if he was walking in the rain. His mind went back to the day that he visited the goblins, and he was given access to his vaults. He couldn't help but chuckle when he found out exactly what the vaults contained and from whom. All the vaults contained money, of course, and family relics. These relics included rare books, weapons, armor, paintings, and tapestries. The rare books have helped him locate the necessary materials to complete his quest, and they have also helped him become prepared for anything and everything. He also had books on demons, legends, prophecies and vampires. These books were collected from one of his ancestors that was the slayer in her day and age, Elizabeth Potter. The one woman that was destined to rid the world of all evil, and to keep the world safe from vampires, demons, and the forces of evil, she is the slayer, or more was the slayer. She was one of the few that lasted several decades and was successful in delaying the apocalypse on several occasions.

The vault that contained these books also contained weaponry that she herself had charmed to give the user the knowledge to wield said weapon and the demons it would be most affected by. Also located with the weapons was a potion designed to give said person the slayer strength and abilities; she designed the potion to give her descendants a fighting chance against the evil of the world that she fought very hard to keep at bay. Of the weapons she charmed, Harry's favorite by far is a long sword that that reminds him of pictures of Excalibur. Its weight was perfectly balanced, and suited his strength and stature to a T.

After the discovery of the books and weapons, he sent out to try and find a trunk that might possibly hold all of his newfound belongings. He located one that also had a description on how the trunk works. It had four enlarged compartments that could hold up to five times their normal capacity, and it had two compartments that were enlarged to be chambers that were interconnected. The last two chambers Harry was very impressed with. He made them into his living quarters when he was traveling and his workout chamber to keep him in shape. This chamber included all of his training gear, the weapons, weights, mats, pads, dummies, and a special device he himself created to help him become stronger and faster than ever. He made wristband that he charmed to adjust the amount of gravity being applied to the wearer by just saying, "Activate," and how much pressure he would like to be evenly distributed across his body. His living quarters had the basic necessities, including a new wardrobe that was both muggle and magical in nature. He purchased his clothing from every place that he visited along his journey, to help him to better blend in with his environment. However, all of his clothing was charmed to be stain resistant, water repellent, and tear proof. He also had the clothes charmed to always adjust to weight, height, and build.

A mournful hoot sounded off to his left, letting him know where his faithful companion was at the moment. He glanced in that direction and spotted his snowy owl, Hedwig. She was looking at him from a branch that was slightly protecting her from the environment. "I know Hedwig. We're almost there, and we'll be able to rest then," Harry murmured to her. She just looked at him, blinked, and let out a low hoot in response.

He let a small smile grace his features at his owl's antics. His journey has led them all across Europe, Asia, Japan, Africa, and now to North America. Specifically he was heading to the U.S., and more specifically he was heading to sunny California. During his travels, he learned all that he could, whether it be fighting styles, spells, handling new weaponry, and the local culture. He has now learned nearly every language on the planet. Of course, learning everything that he has thus far was not an easy task. At the beginning of his journey when he took the potion from his vault, he also found another that made the drinker become a speed-reader and learner, and also had the added benefit in giving the drinker a photographic memory. This potion was only available from his vault, and the Potter family text. He knew this would make Hermione jealous, and Ron would come up with his usual, "Wicked!" His book collection had also increased as well throughout his travels. He took every book from his vaults and put them in a trunk that he purchased before leaving Diagon Alley. The trunk's features was an endless library that one just needed to specify subject and those books would then be listed. Then the person just needed to tap their wand to the book and it would then be brought to the front.

These thoughts were interrupted by the sudden disappearance of moisture, and the reappearance of sunlight, making the weather humid and Harry's clothes stick to his skin. He looked at his surroundings and frowned for a moment; it was becoming a little too sunny for its own good. He searched through a pocket in his jacket for a moment, and with a cry of accomplishment, he put on his stylish sunglasses. This brought a smirk of satisfaction to his face when he remembered that particular attribute to his new lifestyle.

Flashback

After he had purchased the essentials for his journey, he noticed an out of the way store that had a sign in the window of an eye repairing itself after being damaged. Intrigued, he walked into the store hearing the familiar jingling noise that most stores had to notify the employees they had a customer waiting.

He was looking around in interest; there were many different styles of frames that ranged from the old and antique, to the new and improved that every teenager with an eye problem dreamed of wearing. He was just looking at the models that had some of the extra features installed, like x-ray, heat vision, telescope ability, microscopic ability, and his favorite was the seeing through invisibility cloaks and clothes in general. He could find a lot of hidden weapons on a person that had them under invisibility spells. It was at this time that he noticed a person watching him from the shadows; this person was dressed all in black and had a mysterious air about them. The fact that his eyes were completely white, somewhat freaked Harry out, but he'd seen worse.

"How can I help you today, young sir?" asked the store clerk with a strong Irish accent to his words.

"I saw…the um…sign out front. The one that has the eye being repaired, and was curious as to what the store actually does," said Harry with a slight tremor to his voice. The guy's eyes seemed to gain a spark of mirth in them when he had stuttered at the beginning, though how Harry could tell with the man's eyes being all white, he still doesn't know.

"Ah, I see."

The man turned around and headed for the back room, pausing long enough to glance back at Harry and motioned him to follow. Harry, ever the curious fellow, followed him not knowing what to expect. They both continued toward what appeared to be a locked door. And with a flick of his wrist, the man produced a key and proceeded to open the door. Again, Harry followed with no hesitation. This room contained cauldrons that were simmering with puffs of red smoke rising from them. The gentleman led Harry over a stool and gestured he take the seat. Harry complied and watched the gentlemen gather various materials, including a container labeled dragon blood and another labeled dragon scales, a beaker filled with a black substance that, for some reason, reminded him of the basilisk venom, and a couple containers labeled phoenix tears and blood. Harry was curious what the man was going to concoct with this mixture and how he was going to concoct it without sight, but he kept his opinions to himself.

"You're not the only person to think that I am incompetent, Mr. Potter. I may be blind from normal sight, but I can still see perfectly fine. Now, you might be wondering what it is that I'm brewing here," he paused here as if waiting for an answer, which he received from Harry's answering nod. "I am making an elixir that will give you the gift of the different species you have encountered thus far, that have made an impact upon your life, the phoenix tears and blood for your wand and your interaction with the Headmaster's phoenix companion, the basilisk venom from your second year of school and your run in with an actual specimen, and finally the dragon blood and scales from the TriWizard Tournament in your fourth year. The dragon blood and scales are from that same female dragon, since during the competition you made a connection of sorts. These ingredients, mixed with several others that shall remain secret, will transform your eyesight to be the best that is humanly and magically possible. You will have the capability of perfect night vision, will be able to see long distances without much strain, and will have the capacity to stun a victim with the right frame of mind and will power with just a glance. The mixture will also correct any flaws you may have at the moment, and the only glasses you'll need would be a pair of sunglasses. Which, by the way, I will offer to you a pair with charms in place to keep them from breaking, repelling water and any other substance, and also the handy feature that only yourself will be able to remove them. They will also have the added charms and features that you read about earlier in the front room. Right now you are probably wondering why I am doing all of this for an almost complete stranger; however, I do have a strange inclination that you are more than even the Daily Prophet is stating. I offer this to you, to help in the war effort, and to help me avenge my family's death from the last war. Will you accept my help?"

Harry was astonished that a complete stranger had that much hope residing in him to finish the war. He accepted the man's offer, and after two hours of brewing, the potion that Harry needed to digest. The potion was a swirl of black, red, and green representing the different species that were about to help him accomplish his goals. The potion didn't have a scent or taste to it, which Harry found strange because every other potion he had ingested over the years. The effect was instant; Harry felt like his eyes were melting straight to the back of his head and he fell to the floor in a heap. The pain was almost unbearable, but he had felt worse before. However, the pain was great enough, that he didn't notice his body changing as well. He was growing much more muscle then he had before, his reflexes were becoming faster, he was more agile, and his height also increased to what it should have been if not for the Dursley mistreatment for all those years. These changes added to the changes made from his ancestor's potion also had a reaction to his magic, making the amount of magic at his disposal grow exponentially, he now had better control of his magic, and he now had access to free floating magic that was everywhere.

When the changes were complete, he stood up and removed his glasses due to the headache they were causing. Once they were removed, he was astonished with his new eyesight. He could see everything around him in such clarity it brought a smile of satisfaction and accomplishment from the gentleman. After that, Harry gathered his possessions, his new sunglasses and left the shop. After a few steps, he remembered he forgot to thank the kind man and turned around to do so. The sight that greeted him was one of destruction. The shop he was previously in, now looked like it had been burned down and abandoned for some time. He looked around in confusion and asked a nearby patron, after covering up his scar and putting his sunglasses on, what happened to the shop. The woman looked at him as if he just grew another head, and she informed him the shop was destroyed during "You-Know-Who's" last rise to power and the family that ran it had been slaughtered in the most brutal of ways. When she left, Harry made a silent vow to honor the man's last request and to thank him for the precious gift. An answering breeze ruffled his hair, and he smiled a sad smile at no one in particular.

End Flashback

Harry would always remember that man, spirit, for the assistance that he gave him. He knew the gifts he gave him would help greatly during his excursion. He knew he could wear the sunglasses all the time due to the enhancements to his eyesight, so he only wore them when it was particularly sunny. Of course, the sun was getting ready to set soon, and he knew he was close to reaching his destination.

His destination was one he had heard rumors about during his travels. He knew that the slayers, he was still shocked by that news, lived here to protect the surrounding area from the Hellmouth. He was hoping to enlist the aide of one of them to help him out on his journey and on the war front. He also figured that staying here and helping for a while, would be a benefit for him to learn from an actual slayer. By now, the sun had set and he was just entering the town that would hopefully bring some new experiences that would benefit him. He stopped and looked around him at the city that he had entered. He noticed a sign to his left and smirked when he read it. "Welcome to Sunnydale!"

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