In the Phoenix's Eyes
sacred-soul: Nope, not titles of Buffy episodes. Although that's actually a really good guess. Herald-Mage Brianna: Thanks! Hope you enjoy the chapter! Sophiedb: Yeah, the flight isn't non-stop. It stopped at O'Hare airport in Chicago to get some gas. I said non-stop because none of the passengers actually got off of the plane in Chicago. I just really didn't care to write out that whole thing. Lol .I hope that's an okay explanation and you can forgive me for that. Lol. Stupid mistake. Kristal: I'm so happy to see you like my fanfic! Stay tuned! charmedfanatic3000: here ya go!
Also: Sophiadb guess what the chapter titles have in common. They're all songs by DJ Tiësto. Very good songs, too. Check 'em out!
Additional Disclaimer: A handful of quotes are being taken directly from the Order of the Phoenix to fit all these wonderful loose ends together.
--Silence--
"Er- why was Filch sniffing you?" asked Ron, as he, Harry, and Hermione set off at a brisk pace down the wide drive to the gates.
"I suppose he was checking for the smell of Dungbombs," said Harry with a small laugh. He checked his watch as they crossed the gates into Hogsmeade.
"Where are we going anyway?" Harry asked. "The Three Broomsticks?"
"Oh- no," said Hermione. "no, it's always packed and really busy. I told everyone to meet at the Hog's Head in about an hour. The place is a little dodgy, but none of the other students ever go in there so I don't think we'll be overheard."
"An hour?" Ron frowned. "Then let's go to Zonko's, I heard they got new stock in yesterday."
Hermione looked at Ron reprovingly but sighed and gave in. "Very well, but we have to be there before the others arrive!"
"Don't worry! We'll be there in plenty of time. Come on, Harry."
Harry hesitated for a moment. "I'll see you guys at the Hog's Head in an hour, okay? I promised I would meet Dumbledore in the Three Broomsticks in five minutes."
"Why does Dumbledore want to see you in the Three Broomsticks?" Hermione asked curiously. "Do you want us to come?"
"No, he just wants me to meet someone. I'll see you guys son." Harry turned around and disappeared into the crowd of chattering students.
As Harry walked down the street he wondered about what Dumbledore had told him. He was meeting a family member here? This had come to shock when Dumbledore said that the first time. Harry just knew that he was confused as to why he hadn't known about this person in the first place.
His gaze shifted to the sky for no particular reason and promptly ran into someone. "Sorry." Harry mumbled and tried to see who the figure blocking his way was.
Just my luck, Harry thought. Malfoy.
Surprisingly enough, Draco didn't say a nasty comment. He simply looked down at Harry and sent him an annoyed look. "Would you mind not running into me, Potter?"
The dark haired wizard didn't know what to say so he just blinked and said the first thing that came to his mind. "Where are your goons, Malfoy?"
"They probably got lost somewhere on the grounds. The path up here must have been to confusing."
This confused Harry even more. Draco wasn't taunting him and unless he was mistaken, Harry was sure the blonde boy had made a joke. "The way to Hogsmeade from the from the Entrance Hall is a straight line unless you count the left turn at the end to actually get into the town. It's not that hard."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Not hard for anyone competent, at least."
Harry was going to agree but he stopped himself and just stood there until Draco gave him an odd look and walked away. Harry shrugged to himself and continued his way to the Three Broomsticks. Just as he walked through the door he caught a flash of blonde hair disappear into the residential Hogsmeade.
"Is that him?" Xander asked Dumbledore bobbing his head in the direction of the boy that had just walked through the door.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as Harry walked over to their table and surveyed Xander and Anya. "Hello, Harry. Please sit down."
Harry slid into the booth next to Anya, who was watching him closely. Harry felt as though he were being inspected and was expecting the blonde lady to stamp him with a pass or fail any second.
"Hello, professor."
"This is-"
Anya interrupted Dumbledore. "He looks like you, Xander."
Xander gave his fiancée a look. "Thanks, An. Can you please quit interrupting people?"
"What, Albus is used to it!"
"I think I've grown out of the habit." Dumbledore commented.
"Oh, probably. After all, I haven't seen you in close to a century, right?"
"About seventy-three years, if I'm correct."
Xander looked from Anya to Dumbledore then looked at Harry who was looking back at him. "I'm Xander Harris."
"Harry Potter." Harry smiled and shook Xander's hand.
"This is great, Xander, you're related to Harry Potter!" Anya exclaimed loudly. No one else in the café seemed to notice, however.
Harry looked up at the Headmaster with a questioning look.
Dumbledore smiled. "Harry, this is Xander, as you know."
"Apparently, we're cousins." Xander supplied.
"...how?"
"Xander is the son of James' brother."
For the second time in ten minutes Harry wasn't sure what to say. He didn't know that his Dad had had a brother in the first place. No one had ever mentioned him and as far as he knew, James had been an only child. This idea came crashing down around Harry as he studied Dumbledore then Xander with a blank look.
Xander casually grinned. "Yeah, I just found out a couple of days ago, also."
Dumbledore smiled at them. "I must return to the castle. Anya, if you would like to come along, I'm sure we'll have much to talk about."
"Yeah, sure!" Anya got out of the booth by pushing Harry out of his seat.
"Wait, An, where are we meeting up?"
Dumbledore took out his odd watch and studied it for a moment. "Dinner will be served in two hours time. I would be delighted if you two would join us. I do have another guest from America, maybe you know each other."
Xander laughed. "America is a big place."
"Yes, but it is a small world." Dumbledore nodded and walked out of the pub followed by Anya, who blew a kiss at Xander.
Harry and Xander stared at each other.
"Would you like something to drink?" Harry questioned lamely after a second. "Butterbeer is good."
"I know the legal drinking age here is lower than in the US, but I don't think it's quite down to sixteen, yet." Xander commented while taking out his wallet.
Harry relaxed a little. "It's not alcoholic. You should try it, and Madame Rosemerta doesn't accept muggle money, so I'll pay. Don't worry about it."
Three minutes later Harry sat down again and slid a bottle of butterbeer over to Xander who looked at it suspiciously.
"I wouldn't worry about it," Harry said after taking a swig from his bottle. "Everyone I know has loved it."
Xander took a sip and an odd look came over his face. He swallowed slowly and then pushed it back over to Harry, who was laughing hysterically.
"You seriously don't like it?"
"Nope." Xander shrugged. "I'm strange like that, though."
The two talked for another half an hour about mostly unimportant things. Harry wasn't sure how much Xander knew or how much he should tell him while Xander was also wondering if Harry should know everything. They both suddenly fell into a silence.
"So where did you go to school?" Harry asked when he realized that all he knew about his cousin was his name and that when he was at a loss for words he would throw out a joke.
"Sunnydale High." Xander laughed. "I'm not a wizard. I'm normal Xander."
Harry looked around then back at Xander in awe. "But there's magick everywhere here, and you see Hogwarts, don't you? There are all sorts of muggle-repellant charms on Hogwarts."
"Yeah, but I grew up in Sunnydale. It's not too surprising. And I do natural magick sometimes." Xander paused. "Well, I usually just help out. Willow is the witch in our group. Buffy is the Slayer. I'm the donut guy."
"A slayer?"
"Yeah. One girl chosen in every generation to fight the forces of evil and all that fun stuff. Evil like vampires, demons, Gods, the whole shebang. But there are two Slayers at the moment."
"Is it a long story?" Harry asked with a grin.
"You bet."
"So your friends are these really powerful people?"
Xander laughed but nodded. "Yeah, they're the ones that protect the world."
"And you feed them sugary pastries?"
"Well, I also fight. I can hold my own but not anything brag-worthy. Providing the food is only half the job."
Harry laughed with Xander and looked down at his watch. He sighed and looked back up. "Xander, I'm sorry but my friend Hermione is making me go over to the Hog's Head. We want to start this club thing."
"What kind of club?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts. Umbridge, the actual teacher, is this old hag and we're not learning anything. Hermione figured I would be able to teach them."
Xander raised an eyebrow. "Are you good with the subject?"
"I hope so. You can come to the meeting, if you want." Harry stood up. "I promise it won't be long."
Xander also stood up and followed Harry out.
"Where are we going?"
Harry looked sideways at his cousin. "The Hog's Head. A pub like the Three Bromsticks except less clean."
"Sound's like Willy's Alibi Room."
"Pardon?"
Xander chuckled. "Willy's bar. It's...a popular demon hangout in Sunnydale. I got to beat him up once."
"For the fun of it?"
"He's evil."
"Oh, okay. Then that makes sense." Harry couldn't hide his smile. "By the way, remind me to ask you what a Slayer is."
"Will do."
Next time on In the Phoenix's Eyes...
"You're American."
"How can you tell?" Xander asked with a laugh.
"Lucky guess, I suppose."
That's it .I think it's a little longer. Lol. I was going to make this chapter longer but I ended up deciding against it and so it turned into Chapter 6. This is a bit on the odd side, obviously, because I need to write a Chapter Five before typing up a chapter six. Lol. I'll try and do that by the time that the Oscars start on Sunday. Keyword: try. So we'll see how that goes! Thanks for the reviews!
sacred-soul: Nope, not titles of Buffy episodes. Although that's actually a really good guess. Herald-Mage Brianna: Thanks! Hope you enjoy the chapter! Sophiedb: Yeah, the flight isn't non-stop. It stopped at O'Hare airport in Chicago to get some gas. I said non-stop because none of the passengers actually got off of the plane in Chicago. I just really didn't care to write out that whole thing. Lol .I hope that's an okay explanation and you can forgive me for that. Lol. Stupid mistake. Kristal: I'm so happy to see you like my fanfic! Stay tuned! charmedfanatic3000: here ya go!
Also: Sophiadb guess what the chapter titles have in common. They're all songs by DJ Tiësto. Very good songs, too. Check 'em out!
Additional Disclaimer: A handful of quotes are being taken directly from the Order of the Phoenix to fit all these wonderful loose ends together.
--Silence--
"Er- why was Filch sniffing you?" asked Ron, as he, Harry, and Hermione set off at a brisk pace down the wide drive to the gates.
"I suppose he was checking for the smell of Dungbombs," said Harry with a small laugh. He checked his watch as they crossed the gates into Hogsmeade.
"Where are we going anyway?" Harry asked. "The Three Broomsticks?"
"Oh- no," said Hermione. "no, it's always packed and really busy. I told everyone to meet at the Hog's Head in about an hour. The place is a little dodgy, but none of the other students ever go in there so I don't think we'll be overheard."
"An hour?" Ron frowned. "Then let's go to Zonko's, I heard they got new stock in yesterday."
Hermione looked at Ron reprovingly but sighed and gave in. "Very well, but we have to be there before the others arrive!"
"Don't worry! We'll be there in plenty of time. Come on, Harry."
Harry hesitated for a moment. "I'll see you guys at the Hog's Head in an hour, okay? I promised I would meet Dumbledore in the Three Broomsticks in five minutes."
"Why does Dumbledore want to see you in the Three Broomsticks?" Hermione asked curiously. "Do you want us to come?"
"No, he just wants me to meet someone. I'll see you guys son." Harry turned around and disappeared into the crowd of chattering students.
As Harry walked down the street he wondered about what Dumbledore had told him. He was meeting a family member here? This had come to shock when Dumbledore said that the first time. Harry just knew that he was confused as to why he hadn't known about this person in the first place.
His gaze shifted to the sky for no particular reason and promptly ran into someone. "Sorry." Harry mumbled and tried to see who the figure blocking his way was.
Just my luck, Harry thought. Malfoy.
Surprisingly enough, Draco didn't say a nasty comment. He simply looked down at Harry and sent him an annoyed look. "Would you mind not running into me, Potter?"
The dark haired wizard didn't know what to say so he just blinked and said the first thing that came to his mind. "Where are your goons, Malfoy?"
"They probably got lost somewhere on the grounds. The path up here must have been to confusing."
This confused Harry even more. Draco wasn't taunting him and unless he was mistaken, Harry was sure the blonde boy had made a joke. "The way to Hogsmeade from the from the Entrance Hall is a straight line unless you count the left turn at the end to actually get into the town. It's not that hard."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Not hard for anyone competent, at least."
Harry was going to agree but he stopped himself and just stood there until Draco gave him an odd look and walked away. Harry shrugged to himself and continued his way to the Three Broomsticks. Just as he walked through the door he caught a flash of blonde hair disappear into the residential Hogsmeade.
"Is that him?" Xander asked Dumbledore bobbing his head in the direction of the boy that had just walked through the door.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as Harry walked over to their table and surveyed Xander and Anya. "Hello, Harry. Please sit down."
Harry slid into the booth next to Anya, who was watching him closely. Harry felt as though he were being inspected and was expecting the blonde lady to stamp him with a pass or fail any second.
"Hello, professor."
"This is-"
Anya interrupted Dumbledore. "He looks like you, Xander."
Xander gave his fiancée a look. "Thanks, An. Can you please quit interrupting people?"
"What, Albus is used to it!"
"I think I've grown out of the habit." Dumbledore commented.
"Oh, probably. After all, I haven't seen you in close to a century, right?"
"About seventy-three years, if I'm correct."
Xander looked from Anya to Dumbledore then looked at Harry who was looking back at him. "I'm Xander Harris."
"Harry Potter." Harry smiled and shook Xander's hand.
"This is great, Xander, you're related to Harry Potter!" Anya exclaimed loudly. No one else in the café seemed to notice, however.
Harry looked up at the Headmaster with a questioning look.
Dumbledore smiled. "Harry, this is Xander, as you know."
"Apparently, we're cousins." Xander supplied.
"...how?"
"Xander is the son of James' brother."
For the second time in ten minutes Harry wasn't sure what to say. He didn't know that his Dad had had a brother in the first place. No one had ever mentioned him and as far as he knew, James had been an only child. This idea came crashing down around Harry as he studied Dumbledore then Xander with a blank look.
Xander casually grinned. "Yeah, I just found out a couple of days ago, also."
Dumbledore smiled at them. "I must return to the castle. Anya, if you would like to come along, I'm sure we'll have much to talk about."
"Yeah, sure!" Anya got out of the booth by pushing Harry out of his seat.
"Wait, An, where are we meeting up?"
Dumbledore took out his odd watch and studied it for a moment. "Dinner will be served in two hours time. I would be delighted if you two would join us. I do have another guest from America, maybe you know each other."
Xander laughed. "America is a big place."
"Yes, but it is a small world." Dumbledore nodded and walked out of the pub followed by Anya, who blew a kiss at Xander.
Harry and Xander stared at each other.
"Would you like something to drink?" Harry questioned lamely after a second. "Butterbeer is good."
"I know the legal drinking age here is lower than in the US, but I don't think it's quite down to sixteen, yet." Xander commented while taking out his wallet.
Harry relaxed a little. "It's not alcoholic. You should try it, and Madame Rosemerta doesn't accept muggle money, so I'll pay. Don't worry about it."
Three minutes later Harry sat down again and slid a bottle of butterbeer over to Xander who looked at it suspiciously.
"I wouldn't worry about it," Harry said after taking a swig from his bottle. "Everyone I know has loved it."
Xander took a sip and an odd look came over his face. He swallowed slowly and then pushed it back over to Harry, who was laughing hysterically.
"You seriously don't like it?"
"Nope." Xander shrugged. "I'm strange like that, though."
The two talked for another half an hour about mostly unimportant things. Harry wasn't sure how much Xander knew or how much he should tell him while Xander was also wondering if Harry should know everything. They both suddenly fell into a silence.
"So where did you go to school?" Harry asked when he realized that all he knew about his cousin was his name and that when he was at a loss for words he would throw out a joke.
"Sunnydale High." Xander laughed. "I'm not a wizard. I'm normal Xander."
Harry looked around then back at Xander in awe. "But there's magick everywhere here, and you see Hogwarts, don't you? There are all sorts of muggle-repellant charms on Hogwarts."
"Yeah, but I grew up in Sunnydale. It's not too surprising. And I do natural magick sometimes." Xander paused. "Well, I usually just help out. Willow is the witch in our group. Buffy is the Slayer. I'm the donut guy."
"A slayer?"
"Yeah. One girl chosen in every generation to fight the forces of evil and all that fun stuff. Evil like vampires, demons, Gods, the whole shebang. But there are two Slayers at the moment."
"Is it a long story?" Harry asked with a grin.
"You bet."
"So your friends are these really powerful people?"
Xander laughed but nodded. "Yeah, they're the ones that protect the world."
"And you feed them sugary pastries?"
"Well, I also fight. I can hold my own but not anything brag-worthy. Providing the food is only half the job."
Harry laughed with Xander and looked down at his watch. He sighed and looked back up. "Xander, I'm sorry but my friend Hermione is making me go over to the Hog's Head. We want to start this club thing."
"What kind of club?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts. Umbridge, the actual teacher, is this old hag and we're not learning anything. Hermione figured I would be able to teach them."
Xander raised an eyebrow. "Are you good with the subject?"
"I hope so. You can come to the meeting, if you want." Harry stood up. "I promise it won't be long."
Xander also stood up and followed Harry out.
"Where are we going?"
Harry looked sideways at his cousin. "The Hog's Head. A pub like the Three Bromsticks except less clean."
"Sound's like Willy's Alibi Room."
"Pardon?"
Xander chuckled. "Willy's bar. It's...a popular demon hangout in Sunnydale. I got to beat him up once."
"For the fun of it?"
"He's evil."
"Oh, okay. Then that makes sense." Harry couldn't hide his smile. "By the way, remind me to ask you what a Slayer is."
"Will do."
Next time on In the Phoenix's Eyes...
"You're American."
"How can you tell?" Xander asked with a laugh.
"Lucky guess, I suppose."
That's it .I think it's a little longer. Lol. I was going to make this chapter longer but I ended up deciding against it and so it turned into Chapter 6. This is a bit on the odd side, obviously, because I need to write a Chapter Five before typing up a chapter six. Lol. I'll try and do that by the time that the Oscars start on Sunday. Keyword: try. So we'll see how that goes! Thanks for the reviews!