Notice: I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with Harry Potter. I am just borrowing the characters for entertainment purposes.

Author's note: I tried to update sooner, but I had this brilliant idea two weeks ago to turn this fic into a crossover. I've been working on some ideas to put together. I read this crossover fics called Forsake Thy Virtues by Felicity Dream and Harry Potter and the League of the Phoenix by Guardian of the crest a while back, and got the idea from them. So far, I know that Buffy: the Vampire Slayer, Angel, X-Men: the Movie, and X-Men: Evolution will be included.

Eternia:

Harry Potter and the Immortal's Knight

Chapter 4: Harry's Birthday:

Tick…

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'Fifty-six…

'Fifty-seven…

'Fifty-eight…

'Fifty-nine…

'Twelve o'clock midnight…Happy birthday, Harry,' he thought to himself.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Turning his head to the source of the sound, Harry saw several owls outside his window. He walked over to the window and let the owls inside his room. The owls landed on top of his old, beaten desk. He walked over to the first owl and gave it an owl treat before relieving the owl of the letter it was carrying. He opened the letter:

Dear Harry,

Happy birthday, Prongslet! You are sixteen years old today. It seems only yesterday that Sirius, Peter, and I were trying to calm down a panicking James after he received the news that he was going to be a father. I remember those were the times. When you were born, Sirius had to tie your father down to a chair and take away his wand because James's pacing had finally driven him insane. I remember the look on Peter's face when your parents asked him if he would like to hold you. It was priceless! I took a picture of it as a keep safe. The look of amazement in his eyes, the way he held you was so gentle as if he was afraid to break you. Those were the days.

Enough reminiscing about the old days, I just wanted to write you to see how you are doing on your birthday. Today is your special day, Harry, so I don't want to see or hear you sulking or blaming yourself about what happened to Sirius. It is not your fault! He made the choice to go after you, and he fell the only way he ever wanted. So don't blame yourself.

Anyways, enough about that, I called over some friends of your parents with Hagrid's help. The pictures in the album are of your parents when they went to school in Hogwarts. Some of the pictures are of your parents when they were at work.

Your father was an aurora, Harry, and one of the best ones, at that. Before he became an aurora, he was a professional seeker for Cuddly Cannons. When he was a quidditch player, he raced brooms for fun during the off season. He still holds the record for the fastest time in the sport of broom racing. Your mother, on the other hand, was a healer. She was one of the best. All of her patients loved her. She was also a part-time correspondent of the Ministry. And this is where she excelled in. Lily was a brilliant Charms and Potions Mistress. Before she died, she was working on a master's in the field of Transfiguration. She'd nearly reached it, formally, too; but, then, she died. The Ministry would hire her for the Department of Spell Creation, and she was, still is, very much respected in that department.

I thought you would like to know more about your parents. We'll talk more once you reach Headquarters. Be ready by twelve noon, Harry. We will come and pick you up, then. Have a happy birthday, Harry.

Sincerely,

Reus Lupine

Harry put the letter down and picked up the album that came with the letter. He opened it and saw a picture of his father wearing a Chorley Cannons uniform while holding a broomstick in his hand. Opposite of his father's picture was a picture of his mother wearing a healer's outfit and waving the wand in her hand. She appeared to be healing a patient while the phone was taken.

He put away the album deciding to look at it more closely later on. He walked over to the next owl, gave it an owl treat, and carefully removed the letter tied to its leg. He opened the letter and started to read:

Potter,

I talked to McGonagall last month. She told me that you wanted to become an auror. I, along with Kinsley and Tonks, have agreed that you are more than capable of handling the job. We called in some old favors in the Ministry. The books before you are some of the standard training manuals used by aurors-in-training. We also have added a list of books that may come in handy. We thought about sending you copies of those books, but I know, as a matter-of-fact, that James has copies of most of them. If any are missing, just pay a visit to Flourish & Blotts and tell the owner that Moody sent you.

Hope you have a happy birthday, Potter. James and Lily would be proud.

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody

P.S. – You might want to take a look at the last two books in the package.

He put down the letter and quickly tore open the said package. Following Moody's advice, he set down the last two books mentioned in front of him. The first book was entitled Basic Strategies Used by Aurors by Amelia Bones. Upon opening the book, a paper fell out:

I, Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, revoke the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery for one Harrison James Potter on the reason of his personal safety due to the threat of Lord Voldemort.

Harry couldn't believe what he had just read. He was allowed to use magic!

"Scourgify," he whispered pointing his want to Hedwig's cage. A jet of magic hit the cage and caused the cage to become spotless. Pointing his want to Hedwig's water bowl, he casts a refilling charm to refill the water. The first two owls immediately drank some water from the bowl and then left.

Harry read the title of the second book, and then his eyes opened wide with surprise. Written across the cover was:

"Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers

are proud to present

THE MARAUDER'S HANDBOOK

VOLUME IV:

TRAPS AND PRANKS:

HOW THEY COULD BE USED IN WAR"

How come Sirius and Reus not tell him about this?! He set the book aside for now, but vowed to read it thoroughly later on.

Turning over to the third owl, Harry carefully removed the letter tied to its leg. It was from Gringotts. The letter read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

I regrettably would like to invite you the reading of the last will and testimony of the late Sirius Orion Black on the 15th day of August in the year 2001.

As instructed by the late Mr. Black, I would also like to inform you the last wills and testimonies of the late James Harold Logan Potter and Lily Jean Shayera Potter nee Evans will also be read after the reading of Mr. Black's wills.

I send you my condolences for you loss.

Sincerely,

Griphook

Head of Potter and Black finances

The owl immediately took off after Harry gave it an owl treat. The fourth owl was his friend's hyperactive, over-eager, and miniature owl Pigwidgeon, or Pig for short. Harry carefully opened the package and took out a box of homemade pies courtesy of Mrs. Weasley and a box of chocolate frogs. Pig flew over to Hedwig's water bowl and took a drink as Harry opened Ron's letter:

Harry,

Happy birthday, mate! I hope you like the homemade pies. I helped mum make them. I'll be keeping this letter short as I'll be seeing you in a matter of hours. My dad and the others were going to pick you up, but I convinced them that it would be getter if only Hermione and I go there. If anyone tells you something else, ignore it. It'll be much easier for us to blend in with the crowd if there are only three of us. I'm going to Hermione's first via floo powder. We'll then take a ride over to your place to pick you up.

Ron

P.S. – Did you also get that letter from Madame Bones? She said I'm now allowed to use magic without legal repercussions due to the Underage Wizarding Law.

Harry put that letter aside and looked at the final owl. It was his own beloved white snowy owl Hedwig. He carefully stroked her feathers and greeted, "Hey there, girl. Did you have a nice flight? Let's see what you got from Hermione there."

He opened the letter:

Dear Harry,

Happy birthday! I missed you, Harry. Oh, I suppose I miss Ron, too, but that's different. I hope you like your birthday gift. I wasn't sure what to give you. Things have been quiet since my last letter.

One thing did happen, though. Remember, in my last letter, I mentioned my suspicions about my mum being possibly pregnant? Well, Dad and I got the news yesterday. I'm going to be a big sister in seven months! Isn't that exciting? You should have seen my dad's face when he found out. I could have sworn he was as white as a ghost!

Did Ron mention that there has been a change of plans? Mr. Weasley, Moony, and the other Order members aren't going to be picking you up. I don't know how he did it, but Ron somehow convinced Dumbledore that it would be much better if only the three of us are together. Without the Order tailing us, we would have a much easier time dodging the crowd. It would also give the three of us the perfect opportunity to talk about some things that we would rather keep private.

Ron's coming to my house around 9:00, and then we'll take a muggle bus to your house; so, be ready by 10:30.

Love,

Hermione

P.S. – I got a letter from Madame Bones, by the way. You would happen to know anything about that, would you?

Harry look around the room to find that the owls, save Hedwig, had already left. Harry gave her an owl treat as she hopped on his arm. With his free hand, he tenderly stroked her feathers. He smiled as his familiar gently nipped his finger in affection.

"Well, Hedwig, just a few more hours and then we'll be out of here. The wonderful thing about it is I don't have to pack up because I never unpacked my luggage when I came here," Harry whispered to his familiar while looking around the room, "Just a few more hours, girl, and then we'll be free."

Granger Household, Living Room:

The fireplace burned green flames as a friendly red head appeared.

"Good morning there, Ronald. Would you like to have some breakfast or some tea?" Mrs. Granger greeted the teen wizard.

"No thanks, Mrs. Granger. I just had breakfast before leaving the house. Is Hermione still getting ready?" Ron asked.

"Oh, no, she's ready. She just has some last minute things to do before you two leave. Just take a seat on the couch, dear, she'll be down in a minute," Mrs. Granger replied.

"Mrs. Granger, Hermione wrote to me this morning. She told me you were pregnant. Congrats! Do you know if it's a boy or a girl, yet?" Ron questioned with a smile.

Mrs. Granger had a smile on her face as she heard this, "Hermione told you already? I guess she's excited to be a big sister. And no, we were actually thinking on keeping it a surprise until the baby is born."

"Really? That would be a nice surprise. I'm not sure what Hermione thinks about that, though. She usually doesn't like surprises."

A soft chuckle came from behind Mrs. Granger as Mr. Granger started, "No, she usually doesn't. She's far too curious to wait a long time to know something."

Ron stood up and shook Mr. Granger's hand as he addressed him, "Hey, Mr. Granger. So, I take it you're excited about the baby?"

Before he could answer, Hermione came in, "Hey, Ron. Ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's go"

"'Bye, Mum. 'Bye, Dad."

"Later, Mr. Granger. Mrs. Granger."

"Alright, you two, once you get Harry, please try to stay out of trouble," Mrs. Granger pleaded as the two teens walked out of the door.

"We'll try," Hermione answered back, "And don't worry, I'll write at least once a week."

Number 4, Privet Drive:

Harry was already outside when Ron and Hermione arrived. His trunk and Hedwig's cage had been shrunk and stowed away in his pocket. Hedwig took off from his shoulder and landed on Hermione's shoulder as if to greet the young witch.

"You know, sometimes I think she likes you better than me," Harry called out to his female best friend as she walked up to him and give him a hug.

"Heh heh. Hey Harry," Hermione greeted him.

"Harry!" Ron gave his friend a manly hug.

"Let's get out of here. The sooner I get out of here, the better," Harry told his two friends.

The trio took a look around to see if anyone was watching them, there were children playing in the street. They started walking towards the bus stop.

Harry spoke first, "Let's take the bus, then the subway. Our first stop today is the London Underground."

Ron rolled his eyes when he heard the last two words. He complained jokingly, "Oh, what fun we are going to have? We're going to be mobbed by fans and photographers and the press. Again. Why did I want to be famous, again?"

"Something about glory and wealth and all that stuff," Hermione answered with a laugh.

"You forgot the girls," Harry continued teasingly.

"Those bimbos are hardly considered girls, Harry. Ouch! Hermione!" Ron protested.

"That's not very nice, Ronald," Hermione chided him, "But I do agree."

A bus arrived just then.

Harry told the man their destination and promptly took a seat at the back of the bus with Ron and Hermione following him.

This story from now on is a crossover. Harry, Rogue, and Dawn are triplets. Buffy is their elder sister by five years. Dawn and Buffy weren't in Godric's Hollow when Voldemort came. Rogue was with there, but she disappeared before Hagrid got to the house. Buffy, Harry, Rogue, and Dawn know about each other and have met each other. They are also working together, in secret, against their enemies. Only the Scoobies, the AI gang, Gambit, Ron, and Hermione know about this.