Chapter 2- Attack.

Disclaimer: (I forgot to add the disclaimer to my first chapter) I do not own any of the characters in my story, so I do not own Harry Potter and co. or Buffy and co. I will leave the last cross-over as a surprise, I hope this isn't to cheesy.

'Boy! Get up!' came Aunt Petunia's shrill voice. It came second on Harry's Most Annoying List; the number one on it was Voldemort for obvious reasons, although sometimes he wasn't so sure.

Harry groaned, it had been a week since Harry's birthday and there was still no answer to getting away from the Dursley's. It was the same routine everyday, get up at seven have a full day of chores with very little food and drink, try and staying awake at night only to fall asleep into nightmares again.

After getting dressed Harry went and sat at the kitchen table. No one acknowledged Harry's arrival as usual. He took a slice of toast and started eating when his uncle Vernon started to speak to him,

'We, that is your aunt, Dudley and I are going out to celebrate Dudders birthday. Mrs Figg has kindly agreed to have you over today. Understand?'

'Yes uncle Vernon,' Harry said with a sigh, 'great I have to spend the day with a crazy woman who's obsessed with cats. What a good day this is going to be.'

'And no funny business or your not going back to that 'freak' place got it!'

'Yes sir,' was the reply.

Something didn't feel right when Harry reached Mrs. Figg's house, but Harry couldn't put his finger on it. He just had this gut feeling that something bad was going to happen. Brushing the feeling aside he rung the old doorbell.

'Hello Harry dear,' said the old lady as she opened the wooden door, 'I have a guest from America, she is my niece and will be staying for a couple of weeks okay?'

'Yes Mrs. Figg.' Harry replied walking through the door into the cabbage-smelling house dreading the boring day of cat pictures to come. As they came into the living room Harry noticed one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen.

Sitting on the musty brown coach was a petit blond with amazing grey blue eyes, fiddling with a stray lock of that lovely golden brown hair. She looked about 19 years old, she certainly didn't look much older.

'Hi, I'm Buffy, who are you?' she asked, rather quite bluntly.

Remembering he had a voice he stuttered 'I… I'm Harry.'

'It's nice to meet you.'

Harry and Buffy spent the next hour talking about small things such as hobbies, school, (which Harry had to say he attended a boys school for criminals) and the towns in which they grew up. Buffy had lived in L.A for fourteen years then moved to a small town called Sunnydale in California.

'Aunt Bella, can I go into the town please?' Buffy asked

'I don't want you going on your own, Harry go with Buffy, make sure she doesn't get lost. Okay?'

'Yes Mrs. Figg and thank you!' cameHarry's reply.

Harry showed Buffy the not very interesting sights that gave residence in Surrey. They went to the park, which most of the apparatus had been vandalised most probably by Dudley's gang Harry noted. They went to the shops where Buffy brought a few gifts for her friends back in Sunnydale.

'What do you want to do now?' Harry asked.

'Well why don't we head back to Aunt Bella's?'

'Sure. Okay. You know I've had fun today, even though it's only been in boring old Little Whinging, but it's the longest time I've been out without having to get shopping for my Aunt Petunia.' Harry stated, however that bad feeling was still there, and Harry wondered what it could bring.

They walked down the alleyway that connected Mongolia Crescent to Privet Drive when an icy cold, immiscible voice said, 'Well, well, well what do we have here then?'

(A/N: I know this chapters not very long but I thought it appropriate to leave it here as I have the next bit planed in my head.

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