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And We're Off (4/?)

Summary: Post- Chosen, Willow and Xander have been invited to teach at Hogwarts. The two best friends one a new mission to teach teenage witches and wizards the finer points of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Xander discovers something important about his past. (won't be for a while and i don't want to give it away)

Spoilers: Harry Potter books 1-5, Buffy 1-7 and maybe a couple of Angel references (sorry just happens).

Parings: Willow/?, Xander/?

Rated: PG-13, still not sure yet, may get higher. It's only 13 for my tendency for having people cruse and drink a lot.

Chapter Comments: Sorry it's so late. School got in the way and this chapter is longer than the last so it should make up for it. Expect about a chapter a week for now on. So here goes the list again. 1) the way I write things come up that won't matter for a while. It's because I'm slightly evil. 2) They don't get to Hogwarts in this chapter. Don't worry they will. Next chapter I promise. 3) Tell me what you think, getting reviews makes me write faster.

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Chapter 4: Diagon Alley

When Xander opened his eyes the next morning he felt incredibly refreshed. He didn't think he slept that well in months. He laid there for a while listening to the sound of Willow turning pages is her book, it was almost soothing. He smiled and turn towards her. She was sitting the same way she was when he fell asleep. "Hey."

She look over from the book, "Hey, yourself." She put down the book and went to sit on the edge of his bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Good, haven't sleep this well in a long time." He smiled.

"Even with your little excursion." She laughed.

"What?" He asked confused.

Willow just laughed harder. "You don't remember?" She continued through a laugh. "Of course you don't remember," she said more seriously, but with the same humorous tone. "You were all drugged up."

"What did I do?" A little worried.

"Oh, nothing bad, just funny you don't remember." She quickly told him what happened.

"Oh, you left something out." Xander said.

"The part where I saw 'death' roaming the halls."

"Funny."

"I thought so but apparently not you."

"And it was "Der Kindestod" not death."

"That's not the point." He moved one of his hands and touched the bandage lightly. "So how long?"

"Soon, luckily you slept right through most of the morning. That's the 15 hour mark. So it should be soon. Do you want thing to eat?" She pointed to the tray next to him.

"Ooh, is that chocolate." He dived into it his food.

"Yeah chocolate has some great healing properties." Willow said watching him go at the food. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," he put down the scone he was about to eat, "but I'm hoping not everything in this world is gonna make me sick." Leaned back on the bed. Willow frowned. "Not to worry, I just started to eat a little to fast." He patted his stomach.

"Must have been the potion from last night." She leaned over and grabbed one of her books. "It could be a side effect." She started going through the index. Xander reach out a hand to stop her.

"I rather not know what I drank last night." He said with a smile. "It'll probably make me nauseous on a whole new level."

She put down book reluctantly. "Okay." She gave in putting the book to her side.

"So I really got up and started walking around." She nodded. "I remember dreaming that I couldn't find you. Maybe it's wasn't as much as a dream than I thought."

"Yeah, I only left you for a second." She said as she leaned over to his breakfast tray and poured two cups of tea. "Next time I'm binding you to the bed." She smiled taking a sip of her tea. He sat up in bed and took his cup. "I hope they come to take the bandage off soon." She said eyeing it.

"Me too." He put down the cup, it was to hot for him. "It's bringing back a lot of bad memories." He said letting that refreshed feeling leave him in place of fear.

"Hey, hey. No thinking of bad memories now, any minute now Berry's gonna come in here and take of your bandage and you're gonna have a new eye."

"Which is right now, Miss Willow." Said Healer Palidrona from the doorway, "Good morning." He went into the room and Willow stayed on her place on Xander's bed, so Berry went to the other side. "I was told you had quite an adventure last night."

"Me too." Said Xander. "To bad I don't remember a thing."

"Yes." He hovered in front of Xander for a moment. "If you're ready lets take a look at that new eye of yours." Xander nodded and Berry began to remove the bandages. Xander grabbed onto Willows hand. He could feel her getting excited just by hold her hand. He closed his eyes as the bandage started to come off. "You might be a little light sensitive for a while." Xander felt the last of the bandage disappear, Xander hesitated to open his eyes. When he felt Willow squeezing his hand tightly he knew he had to open them.

The light from the window was blinding his left eye. My eye, he thought with a smile, My left eye. I have a left eye. Slowly it started to adjust more to the light. "Wow," was the only word to escape his lips. Willow jump up, kissed him on the cheek and gave him a hug.

Berry preformed standard tests, checking his pupils, and vision. Willow after a few minutes, excused herself so she could call everyone. She knew it was early but they wouldn't care, they wanted to know if everything worked out. Xander was having a little trouble seeing still put Berry assured him it was just because it was not used to the light yet. When Xander put on a pair of sunglasses he was able to see clearly. He was told would have to wear them outside for a while until his new eye adjusted. There were a lot of things he would need to remember, and got annoyed that Willow had left the room. He never remembered what these things, especially when he was just really excited to be looking around with two eyes.

"There also might be some disorientation. If you get really dizzy or sick, while still taking the healing aid comeback and see me, or if you're at the school see the healer there. We don't want you having a bad reaction." Xander nodded. "And in case you didn't remember it's all in this packet." The Healer handed it to him.

"Thank you." Xander told him very sincerely.

"It's my job." He headed in the door. "Now take care of that eye. I don't want you back here with that again." He smiled as he walked out.

Xander sat there for a while and waited for Willow to return. He did little things like covering his right eye, just to see how he saw through it. Willow laughed when she saw him and retook her place on his bed.

"Well when you get changed you can get out of here." She said with a big smile. "Everyone is so happy. They all woke up just to take the call. Dawn wants us to take pictures."

"Of the eye?" Xander winced.

"Yeah, I told her it would have to wait a few days. And you know there is a little bit of bruising around the eye at the moment."

"Oh, I haven't even seen it yet." He looked around; there was a hand mirror on the dresser across the room. "Willow can you get that for me." He pointed to it. "I don't wanna have to get up just yet."

"No problem." She smiled and held out her hand towards it. "Just say: Accio mirror." She told him.

"Willow, I don't think-"

"Right don't think, just say. This is so easy. I know, I used to do it all the time." Xander opened his mouth again. "Resolve face. You need to learn sometime."

He gave a heavy sigh, held out his hand, "For all I know, I'm going to blow up the mirror." He hesitated.

"Just do it. You trust me, right? It's just a summoning spell."

"Fine. Accio mirror." He called hold out hand to command it. He was surprised when it easily flew into his hand. "Cool. Okay never doubting you again." He turned the mirror around and looked at his refection. Around the eye was light bruising, looks just like he got punched out, but not too bad. It would heal. The eye it's self was what he got stuck on. It was brown and shining like the other.

He put on the sunglasses quickly. "See that covers it up, when you're outside." Willow said adjusting them. "It shouldn't be around too long. If it's bugging you too much, I can always put make-up over it."

"Last resort. Because I'm thinking this glasses thing works for me." He admired himself.

"Yes, I could see you wearing them always and quoting 'Blues Brothers' and 'Men in Black'."

"I see you've foiled my evil scheme."

Willow gave him a pat on the leg. "Well you're clean clothes are over there. I'll go make sure there is nothing more we have to do here, so we can get going and do something in the Wizarding World that doesn't make you sick."

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Xander got more excited as he walked through the streets of London again, to get to the Leaky Cauldron. He was looking around asking Willow questions and quoting lines from the Terminator movies. It's wasn't that bright outside and he felt a little ridicules after a while, wearing the glasses.

When they got to the Leaky Cauldron, Willow move them directly up to their room. Xander caught a sight of the parlor and a bar, but Willow pulled him past it with her. She was dying to change her clothes and take a shower. Last night, she had remembered to grab Xander some clothes, but after checking in, forgot her own.

They were staying in room sixteen and she gave him the extra key. It was cozy dark room with two single beds, a wardrobe and anything else he couldn't really see because Willow had de-shrunk their stuff. The bathroom off to the side. They decided only to get one room because there was no point to do otherwise. Not only where they friends forever but they also had their financial problems too. The school covered Xander's procedure and over night stay at St. Mungos but they had many things they would need to be paying for. Willow grew wary of spending their first pay checks before they earned it.

Willow went over to her bag and quickly searches through for something to wear. Grabbing the necessary items she went straight into the bathroom. "I won't take long." she called out from the other side of the door. "Oh, I picked up robes for you to wear. It's in the bag on the bed." She said talking to him through the door.

"When was that?" Xander asked annoyed, knowing she would have been back to the hospital sooner, if she didn't make so many pit stops.

There was a pause. "So I made a second stop, alright?"

Xander laughed and saw the bag. "Which one is mine?"

"The dark red one." He started to hear the water going.

"They're both black."

"Take off the glasses."

"Oh," he said forgetting he had them on. He looked around the room; it was much better looking with the light. He looked through the bag and took out the red cloak and pulled it around himself. He fastened the clasps and went to the mirror to check himself out.

"Definitely your color." A voice said.

Xander turned around confused. "Who said that?"

"Me, sweetie," Xander stared at the mirror, "and you can stand to lose a few pounds. You're starting to get on the portly side. Oh and that dreadful eye."

"Willow!" he called out moving to the door of the bathroom, hoping she would hear him over the shower.

"What?"

"Can mirrors talk?"

"Oh yeah, don't worry it's just a charm."

"Okay." Going back to the mirror to give himself one last look.

"Did it like the color?"

"Yeah. So do I." He smoothed it out. "Thanks."

"I'm glad; I wanted us to blend in when we go into the alley. I thought I stood out way to much yesterday. We'll have to buy more but that'll be later."

"Why?"

"Cause we'll have to wear them a lot. And there nice cause we can wear our other cloths beneath them."

"'Kay." He said taking it off carefully and laying it on one of the beds.

"Oh yeah," She called again. "In my backpack there's a small black bag."

"Which pocket?"

"Middle one!"

Xander went though the bag vaguely wondering if their loud conversation was being heard in the rooms around them. He found the bag and sat down.

There were coins in it, ones he had never seen before. He turned them over in his hands looking at the pictures. He had assumed Wizarding money was just British money but he guess he was wrong. He was distracted looking at the coins, that he didn't notice that the water in the bathroom had stopped.

She peered at him through the open door. "I'll tell you what those are in a sec." She said emerging from the bathroom in a pair of blue jeans and a navy blue t-shirt. Her hair was dry and it was pulled into a pony tall. Xander new it had to be some kind of drying spell. She walked around to put find a pair of socks and sat down on the bed to get them on.

"So why is there separate money?" Xander asked playing with one of the gold ones in his hand.

"Because they are separate worlds. Separate governments, different treasuries." She said pulling on her boots. "I gave you about a hundred dollars, American. The gold ones are called 'Galleons', the silver are sickles and the bronze are knuts."

"Alright."

She pulled out the other robe from the bag; it was deep blue and matched her shirt. "I think the conversion right now is that galleons are a little more than 7 dollars."

"Gotch ya." He looked at the coins again then put them back in the sack. "I think I'll leave most of our shopping up to you."

"As you should. Anyway I have most of the shopping money anyway." She smiled putting the robe on over her clothes. She turned to Xander. "What do ya think?"

"Looks good on you, Will." He said then put his own robe. He added the dark tinted sunglasses to finish off the look.

"I think the look really works for you." Willow giggled.

"I feel like I'm in a cult." He said after a moment.

"Well then we all are." She grabbed a second sack of coins from her bag and put the in her inside pocket. She put her wallet, cell and key in the pocket of her jeans. Xander followed her example and did the same thing.

"Ready to go?" She asked. "Ready to see what this new world is really like?" She held out her arm so he could link onto it. "Ready to something that won't make you sick?"

"Lead the way, my lady." He said linking up with her and heading for the door.

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When the bricks pealed back on the wall, in the back of the leaky Cauldron, Xander sighed in relief. No portkeys, portal or anything like that. He and Willow walked into the street full of Witches and Wizards. He looked around and it all seemed right to him. They were all dressed like they were stuck back in time. At St. Mungos they were much more modernly dressed. Must be because they need to come by way of the street, he thought as they walked. He got a good look at the place because the shop was almost at the other end of the alley.

They would get their wands first. Willow said she didn't think she needed one but since all her students would be using them she should have one too. They made everyday spells easier, so she told Xander that he would really need one. Though he was doing just as well as she was without one, he just didn't know the spells or have the practice. Willow said something about buying him a book.

He got a good look around on their way to Olivander's. "Oh, Miss Rosenberg, Mr. Harris," Said the old man from behind the counter, "I have been waiting all day."

"Did Dumbledore tell everyone we we're coming?" Xander asked both of them.

"Oh, yes, he made his rounds." Laughed the old man. "Well he wanted to warn me to break out some of my more rare wands."

"Rare?" Willow and Xander said together.

"Yes, you are both very powerful; you need equally powerful wand to use. That means a powerful and therefore a rare power core." He looked at the two and pulled a box from under the counter. "Miss Rosenberg, you first, don't be shy." Willow came up to the table. "I think that it fate that this wand be yours."

"Really, I thought the wand choose the witch?" She said giving him a sweet smile.

"I believe this wand did. It was not more than a few hours after I was made aware of you coming, that the core for this wand; mahogany, 10 inches; fell into my hands." Willow looked intrigued as he took it out of the box. "Blood of a thrice souled vampire, twice by you, I believe. And what's more amazing is he had quite recently ingested much blood of a Slayer."

"Buffy's?" Xander asked softly.

"Faith's actually." Willow replied, picking up the wand. "The last 'called' slayer." She muttered.

"Being made aware of you're recent activity, I believe this should be a perfect fit. I finished It up right away. Give it a wave." Willow did but she didn't even need to, the minute she took it in her hand she knew it was the right one. She knew this must be how Buffy and Faith had felt holding the Scythe. This wand was hers.

Xander was not so lucky to find his wand on the first try. He couldn't find it after the 20th try. He was started to get tired and guilty. The room looked like it had been hit with a tornado; actually he thought he might have caused one. Xander wanted to give up.

Olivander went deep into the stores of the shop. He said there was one more he would try. He came back with a very dusty box. "This was back in the vault. Almost forgot about it. It's been in the shop for over 1,000 years. Willow, thirteen inches, with a hair of a ratherdetermined," he stuttered on the word, "vengeance demon." He handed it to him. "We have been reluctant to even let someone test it out; it's very rare to have a demon core, considered bad luck, but you..."

"Yeah, he's a regular demon magnet." She said trying to lighten the mood.

Xander smiled as he took it in his hand Anya.

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They were at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions next. Xander hadn't stopped smiling since they brought their wands. It was really all he had left of Anya. His joy only faded when he was standing around being fitted for his robes. He was starting to get annoyed. Willow said that if he was good she would take him out for ice cream.

"I don't know, Wills," he looked at himself in the mirror, "I think I started to gain weight." Thinking of what the mirror at the hotel had told him earlier. "When did that happen?" He looked to her.

"Oh, I don't know, while you were planning the wedding" She faded than quickly tried to cover for herself. "And you know it was a bad time all around: I was going cold turkey, Buffy was having masochistic sex with Spike and Dawn was stealing."

"Ah, the wonder years." He muttered. "Well I think I should try to lose weight. I need to stay in shape."

"Well I think you look fine. Kind of cuddly." She smiled and looked through styles for her and Xander's robes.

He kept looking at himself in the mirror, holding in his stomach to see the difference. "I'd don't think you're the authority on checking out guys."

"Hey, I may not date 'em anymore but I still look at them." She turned back to him. "So no ice cream?" she said disappointedly.

"One scope can't hurt." He smiled.

Three scopes later they had made several decisions. First was they would not buy an animal until the day before they left because of decision two. Decision two was that they would spend the next day in Muggle London. Willow didn't want Xander going of to the school without seeing what the city was like. It was his first time here, Xander couldn't wait. The last decision was that they would spilt up for a while. Willow knew what they needed to get and where to get it and Xander just wanted to look around more. If he stayed with her any longer, e knew it wouldn't be too long until she dragged him into the books store where they would remain until the end of the night.

So they spilt up, they would meet back up outside the bank at four-thirty to go back and have dinner. He enjoyed roaming around looking in shops. He would however need to remember to ask what 'Quidditch' was. It wasn't long before he found 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes', and sign read underneath it: Finest Joke Shop at Diagon Alley. A joke shop, Xander's kind of place. He went in.

There were only a few customers in there as he started looking around. He took off his glasses because the room was dark. On of the customer was pleading with one of the red-headed young-man behind the counter. He soon realized he wasn't a customer. "Come on, Fred, it would just be for a few weeks. All your mother wants you to do is graduate." Said the older man.
"Dad, we don't have the time to take off." Said Fred.

"What about during the school holiday's?"

"Right before Christmas! Have you gone bonkers? And no, we can't go now because of all the kids stocking up before going back to school."

Xander smiled and looked at some more of the signs. Canary Creams, Hiccup Sweets. "Can I help you?" Said the young man that popped up next to him. Xander was confused and look back at the counter. "Yes, that's my brother Fred, I'm George. We own this lovely establishment. Can I help you find anything? Maybe something to punish whoever gave you the shiner?"

Xander touched his eye. "Oh," he laughed, "not for that." He'd ask Willow to put make-up on it tomorrow, he rather it just go unnoticed. "I'm actually not sure what I'm looking for, but I know I'm gonna want to do something to my friend sometime."

"Ah, stock pilling is always good. We have the finest jokes, gags and tricks in the country." George put an arm around his shoulders to usher him around. "So what kind of friend are we talking about?"

"Best friend, so nothing that will get me hexed into the next century." He smiled.

"Ah, so something harmless." He stopped by a display. He picked up a piece of candy from one of the bins. "This little candy will change their hair color for three days and glamour's won't cover it." He smiled.

"Ooh, what color?" Xander was interested.

"Depends on the hair color and gender."

"Red, like yours actually and she's a she." Xander asked waiting for an answer.

"Fred!" He called across the room. "What color did Ginny's hair turn when we slipped her a Hair-Haggler?"

"Blue!" Fred called back.

"Perfect." Xander smiled. He picked up a few more choice items and said that was enough for now.

"Well, we'll give you a catalogue and if you sign our mailing list will send you an updates about any new developments."

"Cool." He said as they got to the counter.

"Ring 'em up, Fred." George handed Xander the book to sign.

"If I sign my named to this," he picked up the quill, "I'm not selling my soul or getting some prank pulled on me, am I?" he hesitated.

"No, we learned not to prank the customers." Fred smiled.

Xander was about to sign but the father, the man Fred had been arguing with earlier, stopped Xander's hand. "Are you sure, boys?"

George moans, "Yes, dad, it's bad for business, let the man sign the book."

Xander smiled signed his name to the book. "That'll be 2 Galleons and 7 sickles."

Xander instinctively took at his wallet and opened it on the counter. "Oh, stupid, Xander." He muttered putting his hands back in this robes and pulled out the sack of coins Willow had given him.

Arthur Weasley looked down at the open wallet, snooping. "You have muggle credit cards." He said happily.

"Yeah." Xander said as he fumbled with the coins.

"Live in the muggle world then?"

"Most of my life. There was a very thin line where I'm from." He counted out the coins.

"Where about?"

"California."

"Oh, that must be trying." He continued on good naturedly. "From what I've hear the American Ministry was about to drop the whole lot of ya. After everything that happened this year, I wouldn't blame them one bit."

"Me neither." He paid.

"So the sun really went out, eh?"

"So I'm told. It was just out over L.A. but where I was we had our own share of trouble." Xander continued to talk will they but his items in a bag.

"I was told that it got so bad even the Muggle population got scared. I'm fascinated with Muggles. Arthur Weasley." He shook Xander's hand.

"Xander."

"Good to meet you. I collect plugs and batteries, fascinating things" Arthur went on that way for some time.

Xander collected his bag and was waiting for a break to end the conversation. He was saved by the bell or rather his cellphone playing the Ghostbusters theme loudly in the store. "Excuse me." He quickly went and grabbed the phone and answered it quickly. "Hey, Will." He could tell Mr. Weasley was captivated by the device in his hand. The twins were looking at it oddly. "I know." He continued on with his conversation with Willow. "Look at my watch? Why?" he checked his watch. "Oops, yeah, I be right there." . "In a store." "I'll be right there, you don't need to come and find me." "You want me to start calling you: mom?" "Okay, see ya." Xander grabbed his stuff of the counter.

"Fascinating... I've never seen one of those before."

Xander gave him a smile. "It's a cellphone, a portable telephone." Xander quickly explained, "It uses satellites to let people communicate all over the world or to someone, in my case, down the block." He would have explained more, but Willow was waiting. He politely said his goodbyes. The twins told him to come back soon. He put on his sunglasses and walked back out into the alley.

It must have been Wizarding rush hour because the alley was now packed. He looked around. Damn, he didn't remember which way the bank was. He turned in circles a few times before choosing a direction. It wasn't smart because he started to get dizzy. He kept his eyes the buildings. He soon found his way there but it seemed the bank was the place to be. He took of his glasses so he could see the street more clearly.

He turned in a circle again, looking for his red headed friend. As he looked back where he had come from got disoriented, feeling like one of his eyes was looking in a mirror. It must be the light, he thought but realized he had seen Willow. He turn around to where he thought he had caught a glimpse of her. There she was scanning the crowd in the same fashion. He held his hand to his left eye as he walked to her. The was carrying several bags.

"Hey, where have you been." She smiled upon seeing him, then frowned. "Are you okay?" very concerned. He put back on his glasses.

"Fine, it's just the light." He said but really he didn't know what had happened.

"Alright, but lets get back to the room, so you can rest." She said leading him back.
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The next day was much better. They got relatively early and went out into the city. Willow fix some makeup on Xander's eye before they left. He didn't have anymore problems with his eye and he was feeling much better after getting some more sleep. Xander said he wanted to do the touristy site seeing so Willow took them on walking tour.

They started with West Minister Abbey. Xander had known that they buried people in the church, but he didn't realize it meant in the church as in: in the floor. "I wonder if any Vampires are trapped under there?" He mutter to Willow.

"They'd all be brain damaged by now for lack of blood." She replied.

"Just think, just one earthquake and this place goes 'Poltergeist.'."

They continued on to outside Buckingham Palace, and up Green Park to Piccadilly Circus. Stopping at one of the many Starbucks alone the way. They made a make-shift circle ended near Big Ben. From there they went shopping for the rest of the stuff they needed.

Willow had asked him back in Cleveland if he wanted to go see a show but he declined. "Come on, Will, we were in our own Musical, I think I had enough of singing and dancing."

They ate dinner and got back late. They were both exhausted and fell right to sleep. The next day, was their last real day before going to the school.

Over breakfast the next morning, Willow convinced him that getting an owl would be best. They'd probably want to send things back to there friends and it would be cheaper to have there own. Willow also thought they should pick up a familiar. Xander agreed but they didn't have a clue what animal they would get. They would go by one of the stores and decide once they could see all the options. There were two stores, one to which they could get owls and a pet shop with lots of different animals. They decided to start at the pet shop to hopefully find both pets at once. Xander washed his hands of the owl situation. He was not truly a bird fan. She settled on a nice Brown one, she couldn't decide on a name yet.

The looked through the other pets. "You could always get a cat." Xander said because Willow was upset at the choices. She couldn't find anything she liked.

"I don't know, I'm not really a cat person." She looked at the little kittens and frowned. "I've always been more of a dog person."

"Me too." Xander said looking at the cats then turning to her in surprise. "Didn't you have a cat?"

"Miss Kitty Fantastico." Willow gave a small smile. "She was really Tara's. Well, she was ours but Tara wanted her more. To bad she ran away."

"Yeah, and too bad they don't sell dogs here." Xander said. They decided to wait on the second animal, if they decided they needed one. Plus some of the witches from the coven were meeting her for lunch and she didn't want to be late. She invited Xander along but he said he would be fine on his own. Xander knew she was upset so he went back and talked to the proprietor of the Magical Menagerie.

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Xander left the store with a big smile plastered across his face. He was very proud of himself. Willow would be so excited when she found out what he got them. He was now feeling very comfortable in the Alley, like it was a street in Sunnydale. There were enough 'weirdo' for it to be.

He walked back slowly, looking in store windows seeing if there was anything more he wanted. Willow had given him more coins and he had a little left over still. The people at the shops started to remember him. One of the younger women at the flower shop would make eyes at him as he past. Usually he avoided her but he was felt confidant today and slowed down, and attempted to flirt with her giving her one of his sweet smiles.

To be honest, he should have been watching where he was going. He walked right into a teenage boy, who was equally not paying attention. The boy was a head shorter and the top of his head collided with Xander's chin. "Ouch!" they grunted in unison. His sun glasses fell of his nose and crashed to the ground.

Xander rubbed his chin and stepped back, he was feeling the bang in his jaw. He trying to move his jaw to make sure he was alright. The boy hand his hand on top of his head, his face squinted in pain. Xander looked at him and gained his ability to speak back, "Are you okay?"

The Boy didn't look up just nodded. "I'll be alright." He was still wincing in pain.

"Maybe, we should get some ice-"

"Oh, Neville," Called an older woman running up to him, "what have you done to yourself now?"

"I'm fine, Gran." He said no looking up rubbing the top of his head. His Grandmother checked it. Xander picked up this broken glasses from the ground and put it in his pocket.

"Just what you need another knock on the head. You shouldn't go knocking into people." She muttered. Xander decided to this time to slip away. "And you young man," She asked looking over to him, Xander turned back "are you alright?" She faded out when she looked at his face. "Oh, my."

"I'm alright." He said confused, he didn't like the way he was being looked at. His chin couldn't be more then a dark shade of pink and he wasn't bleeding so it would have to be the other thing. He was used to being stared at, he wanted to get away quickly. "Thank you." He said turning away and quickly heading back to the hotel. It occurred to him, when he got some distance away, that he made a mistake. His eye was fine, it looked normal, it wasn't what she was looking at. He had gotten so used to being self-conscious he forgot there was no reason to be. He turned around and considered trying to find them again. There was something about the pair, he couldn't put his finger on. But they were gone from Xander's sight and he gave up.

Xander went back to the hotel and felt very stupid. He wonder when he'd get used to situation. He wanted to get a drink, because his chin and jaw were still tingling but it had been in one of his rules. While taking the healing add, there would be no drinking. He went back up to the room.

"You look beat." The mirror said as he past. "The least you could do is brush your hair."

Xander didn't pay attention, he just tossed his robe on the nearest bed and laid down on his bed. Is was quiet and there was no tv. He didn't like the silence. When it was quiet he would think and when he would think, he's think of Anya. It was almost never quiet when she was around. He often wondered how it happened. Andrew said it was protecting his life. He wonder how much pain she suffered, he wondered where her soul had gone to. That was perhaps what bothered him the most. She died a hero, fight the end. But was that enough? Over a thousand years as a demon, a demon by choice no less, would she be in a heavenly dimension? Had her soul been sold to long ago?

He got up, trying to pull the thoughts away. He couldn't think about it, he needed to do something else. He longed for Willow to come back just now. She'd come in, tell him stories and facts he never want to learn on his own. She would take care of him. Save him from himself, but she didn't come back. He paced the small path from his bed to the bathroom door. The bags covered the other parts of the room. He sat down on one of the beds and shot up again. He had sat down on his broken glasses. He took them out of the pocket and held the shattered pieces in his hand. He started to laugh, he was going from highs to lows and didn't have a middle ground. He needed to find it again.

He looked at the pieces and then over at the stack of books Willow bought. "Standard Book of Spells: The Complete Addition". He put the pieces down on the table and picked up the book. He read through the contents and then the index. Repair Spells. A few minutes later he turned he read through the page a couple of times. This is way to easy, He thought as he grabbed his wand from inside his pocket.

He went over to the pile and pointed his wand at it. "Oculus Reparo." he spoke and with a flick of the wand they began to repair themselves. He smiled and picked up the now unbroken glasses. "Cool." He said sitting back down with the book. I wonder what else I could do.

When Willow returned she, was almost floored. Xander was sitting cross-legged on his bed, surrounded by several books. Several of which were hovering in the air. "Hey, Will, look what I can do." He said much like a child trying to get attention from his mother. They start to move the books in a figure eight.

Willow came over and smiled. "Very good." She said, like a teacher. "Now bring them back down." He did bringing them back down into one pile. "Very good." She picked them up and moved them back to the table. "You didn't even need your wand for that."

"I only need it for the big stuff. I broke my glasses and was able to fix them. I tried practicing levitation control with the wand but it was to easy and I couldn't keep control."

"Yeah, I've been having that trouble too. If you don't need it you don't have to use it. It just helps you focus more." She went back and sat across for him the same way. "Wanna try something else?"

"Sure."

She placed her hairbrush between them. "Now, you might need your wand for this." She warned. "I want you to turn it into a scarf." She smiled.

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Once again they we waking up early. Well early for them. Being unemployed, well only nightly employed as Watchers left them plenty of time to sleep late. It was seven-thirty a.m. and they need to catch the train at 9 to get to Hogsmeade. They had been offered a portkey or to travel by floo, but Willow didn't want to put Xander though that. Each one would make him sick, and it would stay with him for a while, plus on the train they could work on a few spells. Xander was all for it. He did not want his first impression of his home being him getting sick and he was getting quite good.

They were waiting for someone from the school to escort them to the station. He would have their tickets. Willow was just finishing shrinking everything when there was a knock on the door. Xander went and got it. Nothing surprised him anymore, the half giant didn't even register on his alert list.

"'ello, Professor 'Arris," He looked back past Xander into the room, "Professor Rosenberg." He gave her a nod. "I'm 'agrid, Gamekeeper and Keeper of the Keys at Hogwarts." Xander stepped back to let him in. "I also teach care of magical creatures." He smiled.

"Good to meet, ya." Xander said shaking his hand.

Willow came over and did the same. "I'll be ready in just a sec." Willow said putting the last miniature duffle into the backpack.

"I'll help you with your things, Professors." He said looking around, but he didn't see anything to take.

"We got everything, except, C.B.," she named the owl, C.B. aka Charlie Brown, because of it's color. "in here." She held up the backpack. CB was in a cage next to here.

"We'll don't you Professors pack light?" He was amazed. "I'll take CB for you then." He grabbed the cage. "And I can get that bag for you too, if you like." He didn't wait for her to agree, he just took it.

"Thank you, Hagrid." Willow smiled. "And please, we're Willow and Xander. Professor makes us sound too old."

"Alright then, Willow." He smiled liking the new professor. "We bes' be off them, don' want ya to miss ya train."

They walked out of the hotel room. Next stop Hogwarts.

End Chapter 4.

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Next Chapter: "Hogwarts" or "No TV and no Internet make Xander and Willow go Crazy"