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After class ended, Buffy pulled Harry aside and into the office. Malfoy looked real smug, until he saw the look on Professor Summers' face. He quickly left the room, but only after one more mocking glance at Harry. Buffy shut the door and turned to the small boy in front of her. Angel followed suit.
"Start from the beginning Harry," Buffy instructed. "And don't leave anything out."
"You seem like you've done this before," Harry commented.
"That's beside the point, Mr. Potter," Angel tried to point out.
"No, it's not, Professor," Harry shot back. "It's no secret that Voldemort's been after me since I was a baby, but what's your excuse. Why should I trust you?"
Angel was about to say something when Buffy cut him off.
"You're absolutely right, Harry."
"I am?"
"Yes. There was a time when I thought just like that."
***FLASHBACK***
"What do you want?"
"The same thing as you."
"Ok then, what do I want?"
"Them gone."
"Who are you?"
"A friend."
"Who said I wanted a friend?"
"I never said I was yours."
**END FLASHBACK***
"Then are you going to tell me why I should trust you? Because I'm not telling you anything otherwise."
Angel looked to Buffy, clearly telling her that it was her secret, and her choice. Buffy sighed and sat down on a couch.
"Mr. Potter, I'm not sure you want to know."
"Well, I'm pretty sure."
Buffy glared at him. "Lose the attitude or you can deal with Voldemort and The First on your own, kid. I've already had enough of that bitch, and Voldemort doesn't sound like a cup of tea either."
"Sorry," Harry mumbled. "I'm just curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat."
"I'll be sure to relay that message on to Crookshanks."
"Didn't I just tell you cut the crap?"
"Sorry."
"So, you're sure you want to hear this?"
"Yes."
Angel moved over to Buffy. "Harry, it's not that simple. Once you know this, you can't tell anyone. Not even Ron or Hermione. No one can know."
"If it's so secret then why are you telling me?"
"Because you're special, Harry. By all logic, you should be dead right now. And that in itself sets you apart."
"If we're going by that, Hermione and Ron should probably be dead too, just for hanging out with me."
"Not really, Harry," Buffy continued. "They've only stood by you, more or less watched by the sidelines. But they've never been there when you went head to head with Voldemort. It always came down to just you. But you managed to live through things that nobody else has. Trust me, I can relate."
"That still doesn't tell me why I should trust you."
Buffy sighed and thought about what to say. "Let's just say I'm a friend."
"Nobody said I needed a friend."
"Never said I was yours." Buffy shot back. Angel smiled, remembering his first meeting with the Slayer. She smiled back, knowing the thought running through his mind.
Harry gave up. "Look, if you're just going to avoid the subject, then I'll go to Potions." He started to get up, but a hand on his shoulder forced him back down. He looked into the face of Buffy, full of resolve. She took her hand off his shoulder and turned towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To get a book."
"A book?" even Angel was confused by his wife's actions. "Since when do you need a book?"
"Look, if I don't Harry something he's gonna leave, and then Miss Calendar will probably never rest in peace. We have to help him, Angel, and until he trusts us, we can't do that." Buffy's eyes pleaded with him. "Just trust me Angel."
Angel sighed. "Fine. Tell Giles to come too."
"I fully intend to."
Buffy left down the corridor and left Angel with Harry. Angel turned to Harry and found him staring out the window.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"Well, I just want to know what's going on. I can't make heads or tails of this 'First' business but you seem to know a lot that you're not sharing. I want to know what happened that made her so sad when I mentioned that Calendar woman, and made you so... distant."
"You just might get to, Mr. Potter. Buffy seems to trust you, and that's odd in itself. I'll let her explain everything. It's her story, not mine."
"Well, you can tell me why it bother's you," Harry suggested.
Angel shook his head. "If I told you that you'd probably run. Trust me, you don't want to know until you've heard everything else first."
Buffy returned just then with Giles in tow, a stack of books in his arms. Buffy looked at Angel and silently told him what the books were. Angel just nodded in understanding. Buffy pulled the first one off the stack and handed it to Harry.
"This might explain a bit."
"What is it?"
"A watcher's diary, the oldest one in record." Giles answered. "Go ahead, read it, Mr. Potter."
Harry took the book and read the first few pages. After flipping through it a bit more he handed it back.
"I don't see the significance. Hermione said it before, Slayers aren't real."
Buffy shook her head and took another book from the stack, handing it to Harry. He opened the front and stared at the words in shock.
The Diary of Rupert Giles, Watcher of the Slayer Buffy Anne Summers.
"And I told her Slayers are very real, Harry."
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Ok... that's it... no more for chappa 10... u like?? Well then tell me!!