It all started years ago when I was still a kid. I was minding my own business, hanging out with Willow and Jessie when I got home late one day, when dear ol' dad decided I hadn't been showing enough respect or something equally stupid and in his usual drunken state, I ended up in bed half beaten to death. I don't really recall what I said to myself or what really happened, but I ended up passing out and wishing I had been somewhere else. It didn't matter where; I just didn't want to be Xander while I slept.

As soon as I fell asleep, I woke up once more. This time with a resounding headache and a soundless scream of pain ripping past my throat as I thrashed about.

I got my wish and woke up, not as Xander Harris, but as Harry Potter.

I knew everything that had happened to me as Harry just as I knew everything that happened to me as Xander. As Harry I was younger though and instead of physical abuse like what Tony was reaping on me, the Dursleys preferred a more emotional abuse to go along with some of that physical pain.

I spent a day as Harry, young and relaxing for the most part. Kindergarten was much more relaxing than Grade school. The weird part was that Harry was British while Xander was in sunny California. It didn't bother me though.

I did the chores early and quickly, made dinner for the Dursleys while sneaking myself some bacon and then went off to my cupboard under the stairs without complaint to play with my broken used toys and converses quietly with the spiders. I fell asleep, almost happy as Harry.

Then I woke up as Xander once again.

I didn't tell Jessie or Willow. It was all just a realistic dream, right? Saturday was the day of the week for the two of me, as odd as that sounds. So I did my homework and listed around the mall. I was still a bit sore from Tony's fists beating me about the face so I was overly joyful when I got home and the man was already passed out.

I went to bed, expecting nothing.

I woke up as Harry once more.

Weeks passed and the same process repeated itself.

Then months.

As the years started to go by I started to use the extra time I received to do things. While I was Harry I had a way easier time in school. It was all something I had already done as Xander so I didn't really bother doing things normally. At the same time, whenever I got a better mark than Dursley I was punished so I slacked off as both Harry and Xander, but only publicly. I used my time as Harry to study ahead for Xander's studies and scored high enough on my tests to keep passing.

Things were slightly odd as Harry, my hair didn't grow, I seemed to teleport every so often when running from Dudley and his gang an on Dudley's 11th birthday, I vanished some glass and a snake thanked me for letting it go after Dudley fell through and the glass was replaced.

On my second 11th birthday was when things really started to get strange. While I was in High school now as Xander with both Willow and Jesse, I found out that I was a Wizard as Harry.

Talk about surreal.

I fell asleep on Hagrid's motorcycle and as Xander I went to look up everything I could at the local library. Sadly I didn't find anything at all, and for the first time I wondered if I was in two different worlds. I still continued to look but I didn't find much. There was still a month until school either way so I would just have to learn that way. The next day as Harry I got my school supplies and oddly enough two wands.

The entire trip to Ollivander's was strange to say the least. When I received my first wand, waving it around as it accepted me, a second came flying from the back, spinning wildly until it landed in my free hand. My first was the brother wand to the one that killed Harry's parents; I took it, secretly vowing to bring Justice to Voldemort. The second wand was a Twin to my first, made from the same Holly branch that my first was made from. Whereas my first wand contained a core of Phoenix Feather, my second contained a core from the mane of a Thestral.

The cycle of life and death, huh? I wasn't sure how either wand fit me, but the Phoenix Wand was Harry's and the Thestral Wand was Xander's. I could just feel it.

I continued my shopping; meeting a little brat in one of the shops and Hagrid bought me a snowy owl. The bird didn't look to be too impressed with him but seemed to brighten up while she looked at me. I guess I passed some sort of test that day with her.

I still think Hedwig is an odd name though.

I kept quiet about the money I had as Harry for a few reasons. I didn't want Vernon or Petunia demanding it from me, and I was used to being broke as Xander. Oh I would splurge; there was no doubt about that. After all, Harry still hadn't enjoyed the pure Godliness that was a Twinkie.

Though, from what I could tell was that these Wizard people were mostly backwards. Hagrid had an awesome Bike though.

Thus began the longest month of my life since I started to live two lives. I couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts. No longer living two mundane lives.

If only I had known what I would be getting into as Xander when She showed up and everything tuned for the worse. I certainly would have tried to pay attention in DADA class.

Harry might be the boy that lived and all that nonsense but Xander was the teen that killed Vampires.

Break.

I was ahead of my classes in High school thanks to my split time, so I started to reverse the situation and started to study and practice what I could to help myself at Hogwarts. I might not have been able to cast or mix potions or even read ahead, but I did catch up with my verbalization and actual wand movements.

The conversation with Jesse about why I was carrying a small stick around was a bit on the embarrassing side.

"Xan, what's with the stick in your pocket?"

"Well, it's a stick. And in my pocket. Yep that sums everything up."

"Funny, really."

"What? A man can't just find a suitable stick to have?"

"A man would carry a branch the size of a staff, not a twig that'll snap if you swing it wrong." Jesse pointed out.

"This is just the first stage." I said pompously, crossing my arms with said stick in my back pocket. "You don't just go carrying around a heavy weight; you need to work into it."

Jesse gave me the flattest stare I could ever remember and I was suddenly glad Willow wasn't around with her resolve face. I would have cracked and lost it then and there.

That was when I defended my possession the manliest way possible.

"I thought it was pretty." and I stalked off in a fake huff to his laughter.

That was all on the first day of Grade 10 in High School at Sunnydale High.

Though it was also the day I realized I was living in two different times. It was the same day, just five years apart. Xander was in 96 while Harry was in 91. I hadn't thought about it before, to be honest. I was pretty much the same age and really it was a good way to make money in the future if certain things were actually the same.

In the end that September First was the best day of my two lives.

If only the euphoria had stayed.

Break

The first half of my year at Sunnydale High was pretty uneventful. I hung out with Jesse and Willow and just pretended to be normal and that nothing was bothering me.

My time at Hogwarts though. Oh boy.

As I said, the First of September was the best day of my life. Vernon gave me a lift to London and things went from there.

There was a redheaded family just standing around when I had shown up muttering out something called a Muggle and seem to be rather flustered and tense.

Then I could have sworn she saw me, paused, took a breath, and then started to ask her children where 9 3/4ths was. Loudly.

Seriously?

Yet the odd thing was no one other than I seemed to notice. No one stopped what they were doing and to me it seemed like a huge setup.

Her older children looked at her oddly when what looked like the youngest one piped up where it was and that she wanted to go too. Okay it might've been a set up just for me since Hagrid had neglected to tell me where I needed to go.

So I took the bait and was shown how to go through the portal and met the Weasley family for the first time.

Once I was on the train, dragging my case along with Hedwig I found a compartment with a pair of brunettes, one a shy, chubby boy that reminded me of Jesse before he discovered the joy of sarcasm, and a rather bossy looking girl.

"Er, can I join you?" I asked politely.

Both nodded easily as I dragged in my trunk and set Hedwig on a seat before shoving my trunk under the seats. "Thanks."

"Hi. I'm Hermione Granger and this is Neville Longbottom." The girl, Hermione spoke up indicating the two of them as I sat next to Neville.

"H-hi." Neville mumbled out softly while giving me an odd look.

"Good to meet you, I'm Harry Potter." I raised my hand to shake Neville's as both of them seemed to bug out. Neville just seemed to squeak as Hermione started to speak rapidly.

"Really? I read all about you in a bunch of books!"

"What."

"You're in The Rise and Fall of The Dark Lord and The Twenty Greatest Wizards and Witches..." Hermione continued to blabber on and I turned to look at Neville.

"Is she being serious?" I softly asked as she continued to rave about the books she read about me.

"Yes...you didn't know?"

I shook my head. "I just found out I was a wizard a month ago and that my parents weren't worthless, drunk, bums who died in a crash." I had totally forgotten about what had happened when I had been mobbed in Diagon Alley. "I haven't even had a chance to crack open my books yet. They were taken away from me the moment I got home."

Neville nodded slowly. I could tell he couldn't quite believe me as Hermione finally noticed I hadn't been paying attention and huffed silently.

"Sorry." I apologized to the cross girl with a shrug. "News to me. My Aunt and Uncle never told me anything. They don't like anything that can be considered out of the ordinary." Meaning they didn't like a 'freak' like me. Their faces would be priceless I they found out I was living two lives. I push passed that though. "So what kind of pet did you bring? I've got Hedwig here." I patted the cage as she gave off a small bark in acknowledgement.

Hermione shook her head. "My parents didn't let me have one this year. They're still not sure about this whole witchcraft thing."

Both Neville and I nodded at that before the otter boy started to speak. "I brought my Toad, Trevor." He started to smile about that as he searched around for a second. "Trevor? Trevor? Where are you? Oh no! I've lost him again...and just after Gran said not to..." he honestly looked miserable.

I exchanged a look with Hermione before letting out a small shrug. "How about we help you look for him? Also...is there a spell to maybe summon him?"

"I read about a summoning charm...but I don't think it works on living objects..." Hermione was crestfallen by her apparent lack of knowledge. She really was like Willow.

"Then we do it the old fashioned way. We look around the compartment and then around the train." I nodded at this wise idea. Toad, right? They like dark places I think?"

So we searched the train with no luck and eventually I found my way back to where we had started with an apologetic look towards Neville. "Sorry, no luck. Maybe he'll turn up later?"

Neville looks totally crestfallen when Hermione returned moments later with the same result. A minute later and that brat from Diagon showed up looking for me.

"Yeah, that's me. I remember you." I looked him up and down and then at the two behind him. "Minions? Really?"

The boy instantly flushed and Neville smiled slightly at that. "Malfoy."

"Longbottom." The Malfoy boy stared or a moment before looking at me a moment longer with barely a glance at Hermione. "Draco Malfoy. I see you're off to a good start with finding the proper people to hang out with."

I blinked at that. Really? "Harry Potter." I introduced myself with a drawl. "I think I see where this is going." I held out my hand to shake. "Odds are we're going to disagree on it due to opposing views."

Malfoy seemed to look confused a moment as he shook my hand almost automatically before he finally realize what I was saying. "Shall we abide by some neutrality then?"

"Agreed. Though I'm sure we can easily converse about some things." I nodded and so did Draco before he turned and walked out, being flanked by his minions.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"Propaganda. I listened to some of it when I was getting my robes and I knew what was coming, something I don't really agree with, but I'm certainly not looking for enemies before school even starts." I shrugged and looked at Neville since he knew the Malfoy kid.

"We've known each other for years, we get along in private, but his Father believes in Blood Purity so he acts the Dutiful Child in public."

"He's a bit of a brat, I noticed."

"Spoiled, brought up that way. His first instinct is to get his Father involved too. He can be very sarcastic so take everything he says with a light heart. He's bound for Slytherin for sure, so he'll be rude when he's flanked by others. He can't stand being surrounded by those two either."

"Politics." I murmured when Hermione started to clue in, causing a nod from the bushy haired girl.

"I didn't think people thought like that anymore. This is the 90's for crying out loud." Hermione grumbled.

FINAL BREAK

So...what happened to formatting on here? I know I've been gone a while, but what the hell? Anyway. Yeah. Harry Potter and Buffy Crossover. I've got a few HP things coming here rapidly, I was on a kick of it for a while, still am, really. Part of the reason I haven't updated in an age and a half. Sorry about that folks. This little bit of crap was inspired by an old...Innortal story? I think it was Innortal with Ranma and Evangelion. It was the only series I could think that could run parralel-ish for 7 years. Hallowe-en, Xander obviously dresses up as Alt-Harry and gets magic in the main verse with his new wand.

Second Note: So...you need to save to edit in the proper thing? Harshness.