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Harry in the Hellmouth

Chapter 2

Harry groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He was still groggy despite feeling quite a bit better. The first thing that he noticed was that he was clothed. It was nothing much, just a t-shirt and sweatpants. The second thing that he noticed was that he was lying on what felt like a cot and that the light in the room was quite dim. The third thing that he noticed was that a middle-aged man was sitting in a chair not far from him while dozing off. The final thing that he noticed was that his hands and feet were chained to the cot. Before overreacting, he thought back to his arrival.

He remembered saving the girl then passing out. He had used his powers in front of them, so he guessed that they didn't know if he was good or bad. Obviously, they took him to someplace safer than a vampire-infested graveyard, for which he was grateful. They appeared to have taken the logical step of securing him before they could figure out if he was a threat or not. Not surprising, he thought. Still, he didn't want to wait around while chained to an uncomfortable cot. Using his magic, he unlocked his wrists and ankles from the shackles. The noise that he was making made the sleeping man shift around in his chair, but he didn't wake. Standing up, Harry stretched and stopped himself from groaning in pleasure as his bones popped. Feeling it would be rude to just leave without saying anything, Harry tapped the man on the shoulder.

Giles jerked awake when he felt someone poke at his shoulder. Taking a second to recover from his nap, he eventually set his sights on the mystery man that was no longer chained to the cot but standing tall before him. Gasping, he jumped to his feet and took a few steps back.

"Relax mate. I'm not gonna hurt you," Harry told him, holding his hands up in a non-threatening manner. "Harry Potter," he introduced himself.

"Oh … yes, well …" the man stammered before clearing his throat. "Rupert Giles," he finally returned the greeting. Harry nodded in recognition.

After introductions were made, they were able to sit down and hash everything out. Harry explained the hows and whys of his trip through the Veil, which fascinated Giles to no end. As the sun began to rise, Giles needed to get ready for work.

"No problem. Before I go, would you happen to have a razor blade or a very sharp knife?" Harry asked.

"I have a scalpel," Giles told him before grabbing his emergency medical kit. Being a Watcher in the Hellmouth, he needed to be prepared for every possibility. Injuries came with the job. He handed Harry the surgical instrument. He followed him to the kitchen sink.

"You may want to look away," Harry warned. Giles had been told about his box, but seeing was believing. When he didn't look away, Harry just shrugged and began cutting. Giles almost instantly turned green as a deep incision was made. Harry winced and ground his teeth as he opened up his arm once more. Dropping the blade into the sink, he slowly worked the box out of his flesh, slippery with blood. He quickly washed the box off before dropping it on the ground at his feet. Hitting it with the counterspell, the box began to grow before Giles's very eyes.

"Do me a favor and open it up. Grab one of the wands for me will you? Doesn't matter which," Harry asked, holding his bleeding arm over the sink so as to not get blood everywhere. He could have healed himself wandlessly, but wandless magic took more out of him, and he had just gotten back to near normal levels after his trip. He didn't want to push his luck just yet. Giles opened up his box and took a look inside. The gold bars were the first thing to capture his attention before moving on to the book. Finally, he spotted the group of wands and pulled one out. He had hoped to feel something when he took it into his hand, but sadly he felt nothing. Handing it over, he watched with bated breath as Harry ran the tip down the wound. Slowly the cut closed up and left behind nothing but a lot of blood. There wasn't even a scar. With another wave of his wand, he watched as the blood was siphoned up as if the wand were a vacuum. A moment later, Harry was left with a completely healed and clean arm. Sighing in relief, Harry thanked him. A slightly green Giles left to shower and get ready as Harry walked out of the door after promising to keep him posted.

Giles had explained to him that Sunnydale, California was the nexus of some kind of strange evil. Something called the Hellmouth was located in this town, leading to strange creatures and all sorts of evil plots. It sounded like his kind of town. He had decided to stay in Sunnydale, at least for the time being. He had hoped to meet this Slayer girl if she ever decided to come home, which remained to be seen.

Harry smiled as he walked down the street. He had only been to California once and enjoyed the weather. He found it strange that from his perspective, everything was over two hundred years in the past. It was oddly comforting. Snapping himself out of his nostalgia, he took stock of his situation. First, he needed a place to stay. For that, he needed money. Thankfully there were plenty of pawn shops willing to buy small bars of gold. The price of gold per ounce was garbage during the time that he was in, which he had discovered from Giles was 1998. With a few waves of his wand, the pawnshop employees didn't ask any questions or ask for any ID. After a few hours, he had sold what little gold that he was able to bring. His six one hundred ounce bars sold for around two hundred and fifty dollars an ounce, which still left plenty of profit for the pawnshops. In the end, he had one hundred and fifty thousand in cash. It wasn't anywhere close to his former wealth, but it was decent enough to start with. As a magic user, there were plenty of opportunities in the Hellmouth to earn an income.

He was thankful that he didn't need an ID for anything. He simply charmed a business card that he took from a sandwich shop that he had lunch in. By mid-afternoon, he was the proud owner of a pretty nice three-room apartment. He preferred to rent since he wasn't sure how long he would be staying in this area. That remained to be seen.

Harry in the Hellmouth

It was a few days later that Harry found himself walking down the street around lunchtime, kicking himself for not buying a car. Not expecting to see anyone that he knew, he was very surprised when he heard his name being yelled out.

"HARRY!" the female voice called out. Stopping, he turned around and looked for the source of the noise. He saw the redhead from the graveyard sitting on a blanket in front of what looked like a school having a picnic with her friends. She was waving frantically at him. Harry smiled and waved back. Seeing her waving him over, he walked the short distance to meet up with them.

He remembered the four teens from the graveyard, but he didn't remember the pretty blonde sitting with them. She was wearing a thin summer dress with a yellow cardigan over her shoulders. Her hair was pulled up into a bun on the top of her head. Harry still marveled at the fashions from the late '90s. It really took him back. The redhead, which he remembered was named Willow, got to her feet and bounced up to meet him.

"Hey! It's the naked guy!" the dark-haired boy exclaimed happily. Harry chuckled from that. From what Giles had said, this must have been Xander. The pretty, dark-haired girl was Cordelia and the short boy was OZ.

"Thankfully I'm nude no more," he responded to Xander. "It's nice to see you again, Willow," he greeted her. "Xander, Cordelia, Oz … it's good to see you as well," he turned to the blonde and Willow spoke up.

"Oh! Harry, this is Buffy Summers. Buffy, this is Harry, the boy who saved me," Willow introduced them. When their eyes locked, Harry smiled. She was pretty cute, he thought as she smiled back. Buffy wiped her hands off on her thighs before standing up and offering her hand.

"Anyone who saves Will is a friend of mine," she said happily as Harry took hold of her hand.

"Charmed," Harry smiled and kissed the back of her hand. As he did so, he sent a pulse of magic through his finger and up into her palm. Immediately, Buffy felt a wild tingle spread throughout her body. As the pulse hit her naughty areas, she gasped and wrenched her hand from his grip, blushing wildly.

"I wanted to thank you for saving me, and I was hoping that you would talk to me about the magic that you can do!" Willow carried on, not paying attention to Buffy's reaction. Cordelia on the other hand raised one of her perfect eyebrows. "Giles told us about some of the stuff that you talked about," she explained. "I hope you don't mind," she added nervously. He could see the others looking up at him from below.

"I don't mind at all. I told Giles that he could pass along my story. It saves me from having to tell it again. And as far as magic is concerned, I wouldn't mind telling you about it," he told the cute redhead. She smiled wide. Reaching into his pocket, he magicked up a card with his address and telephone number on it. Pulling it out, he handed it to her. "You can come over any time that you want. Any of you," he added.

He lucked at Buffy. "Buffy, it was nice meeting you. I hope that you come along with Willow. I'd love to hear about your Slayer powers," Harry told her. Still blushing, she nodded shyly, giving him one last look before he walked off.

Buffy was broken from her thoughts by Cordelia's annoying voice. "Earth to Buffy!" Buffy jumped in surprise before clearing her throat and trying to act normal. "What's with you?" Cordelia asked her.

"Umm … nothing. So Will, you said that he had strong, magical powers?" she asked, trying to act casual. When he had touched her, she felt some kind of power travel through her body. She had never felt anything like it. It was an incredibly pleasant feeling. A little too pleasant, perhaps. Quickly putting her cardigan back on, she wanted to hide her chest in case her hard nipples were poking through her dress. Not only that, but her panties were more than a little damp. She could still feel remnants of the power making her body tingle in the most wonderful of ways.

Harry in the Hellmouth

Buffy Summers was a girl on a mission. The previous day a new Slayer, Faith, had shown up to Sunnydale without even a how do you do. Since then, the nudity-loving Faith had done her best to take over her life. Both her friends and even her own mother were ga-ga over the new Slayer. It aggravated her to no end.

That very night, Faith had not only threatened her but also went crazy and beat a vampire senseless while she was outnumbered. That girl wasn't working with a full deck. This wasn't the only thing weighing on her mind. The dreams about Angel were really beginning to get to her. She wanted to rant and rave but had no one to talk to. It was late after a long night of patrolling, and her mom and friends were fast asleep. That was when she remembered the new guy and how it felt when he touched her. He was someone that she could talk to, and the best part was that since she hardly knew him, she didn't really care if she woke him up! Smiling to herself, she made her way to his apartment. Buffy had gotten a look at the card that he had given Willow. She remembered the complex and the room number. It was a brand new apartment building not too far from her house. Buffy made a beeline for it.

Twenty minutes later, Harry was woken up by knocking on his door. Since he didn't really know anyone besides the Slayer's gang, he figured that it was one of them. Perhaps there was trouble brewing. When he opened the door tiredly, he was met with an annoyed-looking Slayer.

"Okay … what the hell happened when you touched me?" was what popped out of her mouth when she saw him. His response annoyed her even more than she already was.

"Buffy! What a surprise. Would you like to come in?" she smirked, not even moving out of the way so that she could come in.

"Don't play coy with me. Just answer the question," she told him, bumping him out of the way as she strolled in. The living room didn't have a lot of furniture, just a large couch, and a tv. Buffy plopped down on the couch and waited. Harry sat down next to her.

She knew that Faith was lying, but at least she could get the truth out of this guy. "When I touched your hand, I sent a pulse of magic through you. How did it feel?" he asked, looking her in the eyes. Buffy's cheeks reddened.

"It felt incredible. Like every molecule in my body was vibrating in pleasure," she told him as she remembered it before realizing that she was being so honest. Blushing, she cleared her throat. Harry chuckled softly.

"I've been told that it feels good, but I didn't expect it to feel like that," he told her truthfully.

"Why do you think that it was so powerful with me?" Buffy wondered, looking around the apartment. Like the living room, the place was sparsely decorated. It wasn't surprising since he had just moved in.

"I'm guessing that my magic and your Slayer powers mixed together. That's the only explanation that I can think of," Harry told her. He could see her cheeks darken.

"Do it again," she said suddenly. When he raised an eyebrow, she quickly explained. "As a test. You know … to see if it happens again." Seeing him nod, she worked off her gray jacket and sat there in her white t-shirt. Holding out her arm, Harry took it in his hands.

Buffy shivered as his fingers gently slid down the underside of her forearm. She could feel tiny tendrils of magic latching onto her, making her tingle again. The longer he touched her, the more magic that he channeled into her. "How about I make it stronger?" he asked suddenly. Buffy bit her lower lip and nodded, desperately trying to hold back a moan. She could feel that her nipples were as hard as rocks, and her pussy was fluttering as his hand slid up and down her arm. Suddenly, her pussy contracted violently as his magic-infused itself in every inch of her body. She arched her back as she felt his hand slip underneath her shirt and play with her slim, smooth belly. She shuddered and spasmed as he nuzzled the side of her neck, his lips gently brushing against her delicate, sunkissed skin. She choked out a pleasured moan as her body began to relax after the most violent orgasm that she had ever experienced. Her panties and pants were absolutely soaked as she breathed in and out heavily. Turning her head, she came face to face with the handsome man. Suddenly, she realized how close she was and just what had happened.

Blushing fiercely, she quickly stood up, removing his warm hand from her belly before she moved to the door. "Got to go!" she squeaked out in embarrassment. As the door shut behind her, Harry smiled. Based on the intensity of the orgasm that she had just had, he guessed that he wouldn't have to wait very long before another late-night house call.