The One Eye'd Warrior
A Xander Harris and Harry Potter Crossover
Fanfiction By: star2000shadow
Chapter One:
The New DADA Teacher's..
... Welcome and introduction
Part: A
Disclaimer: I don't Own it, It's not Mine,
so don't sue me, Im broke.
ALL spelling error's are mine.
Warning for this chapter: Out of Character acting, yeah but it is hopefully not to noticable. aww who am I kidding.
Author's Notes: Yes I know, I shouldn't be starting yet another, but I got stuck on the other's, and the Plot Bunny bit into my leg and refuses to let go. so here's yet another story.
Now on with the show..
Those You underestimate out of hand,
have the habit of comeing back and kicking your ass.
Alexander Harris stared up at the old castle and smiled. It was a peice of art, and easily defenseable. both good qualitys to have in a building. and put one of over a dozen worries to rest, not all of them, but some.
sighing, he knew perfectly well that his standing out here wouldn't make this go by any faster, he walked towards the castle.
Xander was dressed in a pair of pant's, the type of pant's with a dozen pockets on them.
A dark brown, almost rust, in color.
A pair of combat boot's, and a dark green, nearly black t-shirt, with a sturdy leather trench coat on over it all.
walking up the step's of Hogwart's he pulled the left hand door open, leaveing one hand free to go for a wapon if he needed to, and was meet by an older man, with a long beard and the type of 'robes' he wanted to point out to Buffy and Willow and say "See someone else with worst taste then me." to.
"Ahh, Mr. Harris." the old man said, but Xander's one whole eye flicked to the other two as he nodded to Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwart's, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Dumbledore, and Don't call me Mr. Harris, that alway's makes me thank of Anthony Harris and I'd much rather not be reminded of him at all if you don't mind." was Xander's Calm reply.
Not even batting an eye as he noticed the portriat's, well' moveing.
"Yes of course, of course, Then what should we call you?" Xander walked into the entry hall and flicked his eye's to the other two teacher's, he presumed' with Albus. a women with her hair pulled back in a sever bun, and a man with a crocked nose and greasy black hair.
"Xander's fine." was his response after a secon'd s consideration.
"Yes of course, and how was your trip?" the old man asked, causeing Xander to grin.
"Well, the plain made a safe landing, but Im not to sure on their thought's of me bringing along my Kit.."
That was an understatement, it had taken a call to Giles, who then called someone, who called someone, who then called someone else who called the Queen, who then had someone call the airport and tell them that Xander and his Weapons Kit had free passage.
Hence he was two hours late. but he was there, so it didn't matter to him.
"And the temp change, well, let me just say , I bet you people wear layers under those robes of yours."
Now there was amusement. "Yes well, it does take some -" started Albus before the women spoke up.
"Albus, really, shouldn't we take this to your office, perhaps tea would make the boy feel better.."
Albus seemed a bit surprised and then. "Oh, of course Minerva, your quite right, if you'll all fallow me?"
Xander snorted and fallowed the other three up the stairs, and boy wasn't that a trip.
Moving stair cases, not something he liked to think about.
"Can you tell me exactly why you wanted me for the defense against the dark arts teacher by any chance?" he asked in curiosity. "You sort of did pop in and out rather fast."
and he'd nearly shot the old man at the same time. "And spoke a lot about an 'Evil' that your fighting, and considering you some how got G-man into all of this, well I guess I'll play nice and see what it is exactly you have me walking into." his tone was ironic.
Albus coughed as he stoped infront of a large.. Gargoyle, Xander sighed and leaned against the wall as he watched the old man whisper something into the Statue, which then jumped aside. "Nice, Lot easier then a Key, but just as easy to pick.." he murmerd to no one in particualr, as they moved up, the moveing stone stair case, he wonderd if he could get a few of these spells. Will's would have a blast tinkering with them. she'd gotten pretty good at spliceing and connecting spells. well, when they didn't go horrible wrong. but her containment spells had gotten Really good, that he knew from the last Scooby meeting. who'd of thought the name he'd called their group would stick. sure the original group had gotten bigger, and he wasn't to surprised at that really, but it was nice something he'd done had stuck. just like some of the other 'watchers' had started calling Giles 'G-man' as well.
of course Giles blamed it squarely on Xander, not that he minded. as they sat down in the office, which Xander had given a quick once over, and noted what could possible be problems of entry or not and then seemed to ignore every thing else, well if they thought he was they where in trouble. "Yes well, Lord Voldemort, or the Dark Lord as some call for fear of saying his name.." started the old man, Xander snorted. "Fear of the name is useless, fear of a name gives the object with the name more power over one.. " Xander said calmly.
the black haired man snorted. "who are you to say things like that.. Muggle.." Xander's eye sharpend on the man. "I say that because I've probably faced more dangers then your dark lord, yeah, I did some reasearch before walking into the vipers nest. and I've faced bigger and badder then this Wanna be.."
The man sputtered. "Why you.."
"Severus Please, for once don't antagonize." came dumbledore's voice and Xander watched as the black haired man snorted. "And who would you of fought who's.."
Xander didn't wait for him to finish. "The First Evil, hell Angulus, Hell Buffy on a bad day, My WIllow..who nearly distroyed this hunk of rock we call earth.." he ticked them off on his fingers. "A Psychotic Preacher working for the First evil.. " he smiled, and the smile was just a bit feral.. and dark..
"Need I continue.. and all this since I was Fifteen, so really, your Voldie moldie does not scare me in the least." of course he wasn't going to show the fear he sometimes had at the reminder of said Preist. he could still feel the mans finger in his eye as it 'squished' like an over ripe fruit and the agonizeing pain behind it. nope, so not going there. he was good at denial.