Title: Be Seeing You

Author: P.L.S.

Rating: PGish or Mild to Medium Salsa

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel or Harry Potter.

Summery: Xander finds out that the Watchers do more than just watch over the Slayer because he is given a new position, lesson to the most powerful and odd wizard and seer. Only thing is Harry's not of the same type of Seer that Cordilia was and Harry really doesn't understand why that matters.

Author's Note: Thank you for all the positive reiveiws, and TroubleMakerQueen- I think I explained in this chapter just why Harry felt it was okay to tell Xander the truth. If not, just blame the OOCness on the the PTB. I also forgot to tell you, that yes this is Xander/Harry. Not that you couldn't figure that out.

Chapter Two – Slayerishousness is not a word.

Harry sat up and looked about the spinning tripled blur that was the room, he assumed, was part of some little neighborhood clinic for the poor and insane. He closed them again, before he got dizzy. It wasn't a big deal, so long as no one tried to mug him again. But then again he had all his credit cards and American and Canadian cash cursed and he really would like to see someone survive that little curse that he found in a filched book from Sirius's mum's library. He was not dark or evil; he was just sick and tired of people taking advantage of him not being native and alone. Every stupid place he stopped at for dinner or lunch or whatever and he had to blackout because of a vision, someone managed to lift his wallet, coat, or attaché case. Not that he couldn't replace the coat with a quick transfiguration, and ring up Gringotts and get them to freeze his accounts or just add new security to then retrieve his cards.

Of course, never before had he trusted someone who actually seemed to be a real old fashioned white hat. Alexander, that rather odd and almost familiar face who really did know about magic, if his reactions to the book and truth were right, was a picture of what a real Gryffindor was supposed to be, though he might have fit into Hufflepuff too. It was hard for Harry to trust anyone, but something inside him clicked when he first heard Alexander's voice ask for a chair.

Harry heard the door open and the gentle padding of bare feet on carpet. The gait reminded him of a female, deliberate but light. His head wasn't as light feeling, which meant that the headache was to start up soon, just to remind Harry that the vision lasted at least an hour again. Ever since he had left the UK, the visions seemed less painful, but longer. Maybe it was because the further he got from where he anchored Voldemort's soul, the less the ghost could invade the trances and cast curses upon Harry. Maybe he was just getting closer to where he needed to be.

Uh, Harry? That is your name right? asked a tentative girl's voice.

Yes, that is my name. Harry responded without thinking or opening his eyes.

Are you awake? she asked and Harry sighed, it was just no challenge at all.

Not at all dear. I just happen to hold coherent conversations in my slumber. He said dryly and the girl giggled.

Okay, you are all like sarcastic and stuff, coolness. Harry's head was clear now and he opened his eyes. The girl was holding his glasses out as well as a tray of soup and crackers. At least the food smelled good in this clinic. Harry took his glasses from her then took the tray. She sat on the end of the bed Indian style and with a brilliant and insipid grin, but her eyes seemed to counter the idiot child act she had going on. Moreover, he really had spent far too much time as cauldron scrubber for Professor Snape.

Where am I? Harry asked he dipped his spoon in the bowl of real chicken noodle soup; it wasn't that watery and just plain nasty stuff that came in the red and white cans. This had real chicken and fat egg noodles in a clear but very tasty smelling broth with green herbs floating in it.

Oh, Scrappy Doo HQ. Eastern North American Branch of the Watchers Council. She answered with a smile and a shake of her shoulder length blue and brown hair. She had to be fifteen; she couldn't be any older than that. Harry closed his eyes, he knew he had heard of watchers mentioned in Phoenix meetings, but nothing more than avoid and ignore, Xand's the head Watcher here, and he brought you in with his Slayer, even if she's now going to be Rob's but that's cool, because Xand's better at training us baby slayers anyhow. You know he's been fighting with Slayers for years! He fought with Buffy, Faith, and pretty much all of us, but the really new ones. Other than Giles and Wes, he knows the most about how to train us all up to live to fight. That's his motto for us, Live to fight, fight to live. Before Slayers used to just get called and die, but now Xand's fought hard to get it changed so that we ask for help, we don't go in blind, and that we get medical care as soon as we need it. Brittany, she's another baby slayer, is training up to do field medicine, so she can just go with us, fight then patch us up a.s.a.p. Oops, I don't know why Faith sent me in here to give you your dinner, all I tend to do is rattle on and on about me or gossip. Harry in the mean time was eating his soup and actually enjoying the monologue from the girl.

Keep going. It's nice to have entertainment like you, dear. Harry said and the girl gave him another blinding smile.

Cool. So do you know all about demon bit vampires and plain old demons? Harry shook his head, even if he did know a bit from Defense class. She blanched, Uh, Xand said you had mojo like Willow or Cordy from LA.I am a wizard and a seer; I don't think I have mojo' as you termed it. Harry said then he took a bite of a saltine. The girl blinked.

Like you can do spells, right? Harry nodded, Then you have magic, which is mojo. Harry raised an eyebrow, Do you Yanks really just forget you are supposed to speak English, or are you trying to confuse the tourists? The girl laughed.

Dude, you are just like the stuffy Brit dudes who pop in to get some pointers from Xand, Faith, or Rob. She said and Harry used his gift to pull for her name as he did to Alexander before. It was Alexis. Perfectly suited for her in all her daddy's little angel glory.

Nice of you to think so. Now, how soon is the matron of this ward going to let me out? Harry asked, his soup was gone and he really just wanted to be on his way, before the child decided that he needed a makeover or some other such foolishness.

Uh, what's a matron? Harry winced. How could she not know what a matron was?

Who's in charge of my stay here? asked Harry.

Faith in all her slayerishousness, is pretty much in charge of everything except what Xander is in charge of. Harry was now really feeling the headache coming on as the child butchered the English language in all it's splendor. Why did Americans feel the need to bastardize and already bastardized language?

Please tell me that you know that slayerishousness' really isn't found in the unabridged Oxford Dictionary. Alexis looked puzzled.

It's in the Scooby glossary of terms from Sunnydale and LA. Doesn't that make it a real word? It was at that moment a laughing Alexander opened the door and sauntered in the room.

Lexis, Harry probably would like a 7up, could you go get one for me and him? Xander said and Alexis scrambled to behave. Obviously, the girl fancied the monocular man in grubby clothes.

Please don't tell me that you sent the child in here to drive home the fact that the state schools are under-funded. Harry said and Xander looked puzzled.

What's a state school?Schools that are funded by the government and taxes and are open to all, as opposed to public schools which are funded by parents and alumni who donate. Xander nodded.

Cool, here tax funded are public schools and the others are private. Besides, Alexis attends a very high priced private school. Harry shook his head.

Her parents must be rather well off, because her vocabulary is an affront to English speaking people worldwide. And what is a bloody Scooby glossary? asked Harry with unconcealed irritation.

So, how are you feeling. Xander ignored the question and Harry sighed. He supposed that Alexander did deserve to know about the post vision stuff he did, so that he could understand the images, which were currently overlapped and encrypted, in his mind.

Ready to start in on getting my pensive ready for the day. Harry sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed as he fished about in his pocket for his ring, which was once his wand, and the locket, which held the shrunken stone bowl that he used to view memories. Xander stood out of the way and didn't seem too stunned at the magically growing bowl or the drawing out of the sliver and violet strands, which were the visions he received from the last attack. It seemed that this one was four strands long, and since they were violet in taint, they would be easy to unwind.

Watch, this is a simple Rothbart encryption from the vision which I just dispel by giving it a drop of blood to eat. Harry used a small nail that he kept sharpened and with the pensive to prick his for finger and as soon as the drop of red liquid hit the violet and silver pool, the violet was gone and it was just twisting silver. Harry touched just the ring to the top of it and like a hologram from a cheap B sci fi movie the images started to emerge and move, talking and Harry groaned.

It was another, go save the day kind of message, only this time Alexis and some other girls were the ones who needed saving.

...TBC...

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