First Glances

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling…

Spoilers: Post "Chosen" and after all seven books for Harry Potter

Timeline: At the moment, 2003, this puts Harry at 22 going on 23 and Buffy at 22…

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Answers: Just to answer a few questions from the reviewers, this entire fic is happening in one day, all at night. No, there won't be a surprise vamp attack, though that would be nice to write. I wish Wolfram & Hart had an office in Diagon Alley, someone should write that…

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"Blah" means speech

'Halb' means thoughts

Diagon Alley

"How could I have not known this place existed?" Buffy asked in wonder. "I could definitely do some major shopping damage here."

After stepping out back of the Leaky Cauldron, Harry led Buffy to a brick wall. She wasn't impressed with the tour so far, but when Harry tapped the brick with his wand, "Three up, and two across," Buffy's jaw had literally dropped.

As they walked past the cauldron shop, Buffy was treating Harry like her best friend as she latched onto his arm. This did not go unnoticed by him, who tried his best to focus on the tour he was giving.

"The Apothecary, what do they sell there?" Buffy asked as they walked by.

"Potions ingredients mostly," Harry answered. "It's a range of things, really."

"Harry, you've known me for all of 10 minutes, you should know by now what I want to see," Buffy smiled. "Give me the good tour."

Harry was happy to oblige as he steered them toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

"Robes Harry, I can't show myself off in robes," Buffy twirled once to prove her point.

"Well, there isn't much to do in Diagon Alley if you're not familiar with it," Harry shrugged.

"Then tell me what's ahead so I can decide whether or not I want to go further," Buffy turned to Harry who had to think for a second.

He already brought her in the Diagon Alley; he might as well tell her what they had to offer.

"Well, that big building is Gringotts Wizarding Bank," Harry pointed toward the towering structure. "Next to it is the Magical Menagerie, which sells familiars. Then Gambol & Japes, though the twins would be upset if you went there instead of their business. It's a joke store."

"Sounds nice," Buffy nodded, "What else?"

"There's a second hand robe shop, and then next to that is Ollivander's. The finest wand maker in Britain," Harry boasted. "Across from that is the junk shop."

Buffy did a mental checklist on all the places she wanted to visit. Though she didn't care too much for robes, some of the younger witches she saw walking by seemed to have some style with them.

'I hope they wouldn't be upset if I cut my robe to look like a skirt,' Buffy thought. Around the time the young women were walking by, Buffy noticed several of them; even older witches and wizards, were looking at Harry.

She turned to Harry, but she couldn't see what everyone else saw. The look in the people's eyes when they saw Harry looked like hero worship, maybe because he was a good Auror or something?

She found him to be good looking, sure, but nothing beyond that. She didn't get the feeling of wanting to 'uh' as Faith usually did.

'Great, now she's got me grunting.'

"Are you like a hero or something?" Buffy finally asked.

"What?" Harry squeaked. Did she really know about him after all this time?

"From the looks of people around you, I'd say something screwy is going on."

"Screwy?" Harry smiled. "Nice language usage."

"What, am I supposed to be all prim and proper?" Buffy laughed. "That's what Giles is for."

"You keep mentioning all these people, who are they?"

"To put it simply, Giles if book guy, Willow is the witch, Xander is the self proclaimed key guy, Faith is, well Faith is like me, Dawn is my sister, and Andrew is a pain in my ass. There are more, but those are the only ones that really matter at the moment."

"The pain in your ass is worth mentioning?" Harry smiled.

"If I didn't mention him, he'd somehow pop up out of nowhere and make sure I told you," Buffy groaned.

"So this witch," Harry changed the subject, "Is she the reason you know about magic?"

"Yup, Willow the White Wiccan Witch," Buffy nodded.

"Wicca," Harry repeated. "Most people around here don't believe Wiccan magic is worth knowing, but she sounds powerful."

"She is," Buffy said as she turned around and froze. She was staring down a dark alley, and it was calling out to her. The rational Buffy knew something bad was in the alley, but the slayer part of Buffy didn't care for rational Buffy. It wanted to go down that alley.

A lot of evil was there, and the slayer killed evil. Plain and simple.

"Buffy," Harry waved his hand in front of her face, "Are you okay?"

Harry followed her gaze and turned sharply to look at her. She slowly started walking toward Knockturn Alley, before Harry jumped in front of her.

Buffy shook her head, dispelling any ideas of walking to the alley. "What's down there?"

"That's Knockturn Alley," Harry narrowed his eyes. "It's usually for dark magic users."

"So, evil then," Buffy already knew the answer. It took a lot for the slayer side of Buffy to come out and this alley was definitely it.

"Mostly, but sometimes people shop there to buy things they can't find in Diagon Alley."

Harry sighed in relief as Buffy walked away from Knockturn Alley and headed for Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.

"Once more, something me to pay for," Harry muttered under his breath as walked a couple of paces behind her. He couldn't help but notice the amount of looks Buffy was getting.

He would definitely find himself glaring at the wizards who dared to look at her, but he was surprised by his own jealous rage. He wasn't even dating her, but he did find her to be incredibly attractive.

And Hermione and Ron always wanted him to get out and meet someone. But, he did just meet her and everything seemed fine with them between friends, if that's what a person could call it.

As he glared at another wizard, he couldn't help but overhear a group of witches calling Buffy by her name.

"Doesn't she look dangerously like Buffy Summers, that slayer?" a witch asked her friends.

"It does, but she couldn't be," another witch answered. "The slayer should know all about our laws."

Something in Harry snapped as he finally realized why Buffy sounded so familiar.

"Bloody hell," Harry groaned as he caught up with Buffy before she could enter the parlor. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into an alley.

"Please don't tell me that after this great night you decided to kill me?" Buffy groaned. "Cause honestly, I would hate to have to fight a wizard who's kinda cute."

"You think I'm cute?" Harry smiled. "And that's beside the point; what are you doing here?"

"You brought me here remember?" Buffy asked confused.

"The slayer isn't allowed to be in any Wizarding Community," Harry hissed. "The Ministry could have caught wind of this and had you either banned or even killed!"

"Number one, I didn't know about this 'no slayer' thing," Buffy rolled her eyes. "Number two, what's this Ministry? And number three, I'd like to see them try!"

Harry couldn't help but smile at Buffy's defiance. He would need to work on the blushing thing.

"We need to get you out of here," Harry said. "Hold on, we're doing Side-Along Apparition and I need to focus."

Buffy was pulled into Harry's arms as a witch walked by the alley. She noticed Harry and Buffy and came back, smiling brightly as she took extra notice of Harry. She started screaming his name when it hit Buffy.

Harry.

Harry Potter.

The guy who beat that Voldymort guy.

The guy that everyone in a secret society knew about and adored.

The guy Buffy once saw a picture of and thought was a major hottie.

The cute guy that was currently holding on to her and was doing some weird spell thing.

"Oh crap," Buffy managed to say before they disappeared from the alley with a loud crack.

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Next up, Harry takes Buffy to his flat in London. Harry and Buffy both have some explaining to do.