Author's Note: So I was bored, looked some things up, and low and behold, two authors greatly encourage fan fiction, which two? Joss Whedon and J. K. Rowling. They love Fan Fiction apparently. Rowling even has her own FF site. I salute authors who love readings fan made stories, not like that pesky Anne Rice and her distaste for our works…. Sorry, rant… On to the STORY!
Buffy walked down the hall in her white vest and sky blue skirt and brown leather boots. If Harry was still in bed she was going to kick his ass back to L.A. for making them late for school. Reaching said boy's door she threw it open and stepped inside. Her eyes got wide as she looked at the walls and nearly gasped in shock.
Women, as far as the eye could see, women in bikinis, women on motorcycles, women wearing nothing but chains to hide their tits and pussies from view. "Harry," she hissed looking around for said brother and saw him at a desk near the window pulling on his Timberland boots. "You can't have these up," she said when his green eyes looked up toward her. "Mom will have a heart attack, stupid."
"Mom bought them for me," Harry said nonchalantly and continued to pull his boots on and tie them on. "Besides, you can't see anything on them," he gestured. "No nips, clits or pussy lips…," he sighed, "such a damn, damn shame." Standing he dusted off his red t-shirt and blue jeans before checking to make sure the back of his pant legs were caught on the top of the boots. "Now, we don't we have to get to school or something?"
Buffy followed the boy out of his room and they both snatched their backpacks from the top of the staircase and headed downstairs. "You know, someone's going to think you're some sort of sex fetishist with those posters up," she told her brother. "Like, you only like girls with huge boobs and toned stomachs and long legs."
"Why, Buffy, it sounds like you were paying quite the bit of attention to my posters," Harry said with a smirk at the girl. "I do think thou protests too much. Maybe Pike just didn't have enough up top," he gestured toward his sister's chest as she went wide eyed, "to keep you interested." He ducked the slap aimed for his face and easily ran to the kitchen laughing as his sister gave chase.
"Slow down you two," Joyce called from the stove where she was making scrambled eggs. "I'll be driving you to school this morning, so I don't want any arguments, understood." She looked up to the reflection in the window to see them nodding. "Good, now Harry, you stop teasing your sister for liking girls, it's perfectly acceptable in this day and age, and Buffy, stop trying to hit your brother." Dumping the eggs onto two plates she passed one each of her children, including a large stack of toast. "Now eat up, we have to see principal Flutie to make sure everything is set for you to begin."
"Yes Ma'am," both children answered as they began to eat. Every now and then an elbow would subtly fly out trying to peg one another. After breakfast and a quick car ride with their mother reminding them to "not get expelled on their first day," the Summers children had arrived at Sunnydale High School.
"This places looks like ass," Harry said glancing around the small high school and cliques of people walking around in tight huddles. "I changed my mind," the freshman boy said suddenly looking over at his shorter sister. "I want to go back to Middle School. Middle school made sense and no one tried to force you into a particular group."
"Tough," the dark blond haired girl said as she led the way up to the front doors. "You graduated from Middle and are now in the High program. Easy gone, tough is in so deal with it, Mr. Naked-Women-On-My-Wall." She gave him a look but he just met with a raised eyebrow that made her blush. "I am not attracted to girls," she hissed before walking into the school with her brother on her heels.
"Excuse me, excuse me," a man's voice called and pulled the two from their discussion to stare at a plump man with a little jell-o for a neck and long nose coming toward them wearing a suit and tie. "You must be the Summers children," he said once he got close enough to shake their hands. "I'm Principal Flutie; it's a pleasure to meet you. Please step into my office and we'll talk about your high school career here at Sunnydale High."
Shrugging both children followed the man into his office a bit warily and sat down. "You're wondering how I knew it was you, I'm sure," he said with a smile and pointed to two folders, each had a picture of one of the students paper clipped to the front. "Sometimes it's the only way I can keep track with all the hustle and bustle of people in this place."
Sitting behind his desk he pulled said files to himself. "Now, Harry, you don't mind if I call you Harry do you," he asked and when the boy shook his head he smiled. "Harry you're a freshman as you know, and you have no marks against you in your record. You're sister, Buffy," he looked at her questioningly and she shrugged her shoulders, "has a mark against her for burning down the Hemery High gym in Los Angeles. But we don't judge on past actions here. Just please don't do it again."
"Actually, they never did conclude what started the fire," Buffy said in what she thought was a helpful voice but Flutie just looked at her and she popped her mouth closed.
"So, what we'll do is ignore all that and put it in the past, it means nothing here at my school," the principal said as though no one had interrupted him. "Here are your course schedules," he said handing them each a piece of paper with classes and times printed on it. "Just see our new Librarian, Mr. Giles and he'll give you your school books. And here is your assigned lockers and combinations," he said handing over two yellow sticky notes.
"Thanks Flutie," Harry said with a grin and the Principal smiled back at him. Standing the two kids hurried out of the principal's office and into the hall. "Well he was friendly. He was creepy as hell, but he was friendly. I didn't get the urge to run screaming at any rate."
"And he was in direct sunlight," Buffy said with a nod as she went over the meeting again in her mind. "So, no problem of the undead variety for me to deal with. See I told you this place would work out great. We can just be normal people here," she said as she pushed open the library doors and walked up to the counter. Ringing a little silver bell she looked around for the librarian. "Hello? Is anyone in here?"
"Oh, hello," a voice called down from the rows of books as a man wearing a tweed suit stepped into sight. He had round wire-rim glasses that made Harry frown slightly as though trying to remember something. "I am Mr. Giles, and you…" he looked at Buffy closely, "must be Buffy Summers and her brother Harry. Yes, yes, I have exactly what you need." He darted behind the counter and reached down. Grabbing a heavy book he slammed the black tome on the counter and Harry and Buffy both saw the word 'Vampyr' written across the front.
"Hey, you misspelled vampire," Harry said pointing at it. "This book must be for…" trialing off his checked his schedule and frowned. "Actually, I got nothing that requires a big book about undead blood suckers. Unless, is it a warning about the teachers here at Sunnydale? I knew there something wrong when the Principal was so damn nice."
"You've got the wrong girl," Buffy said elbowing Harry him up. "I don't need anything like that. I'm just here for my class books," she said and ignored the big black tome as she shoved her schedule onto the desk and grabbed Harry's from his hand to do the same. "We both do. We just want a quiet life here in Sunnydale, okay?"
"You don't have any books on magic do you," Harry said looking at the big book again. "I'm just wondering because this one time, I shot lightning out of my hands at a… mugger… and I can't do it again." The raven haired boy smiled as the tweed wearing British man lifted another tome and put it on the counter that read 'Thaumaturgy'. "Oh, I've never heard it called that before," he said before grabbing the big book and shoving it into his backpack. "I'll return it."
"Yes, well, I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Summers, I must have had you confused for someone else," Mr. Giles said with a look that clearly said he wasn't confused at all. "Here are your books for classes," he said lifting two sets of text books and giving it to them both. "Have a pleasant day."
Carrying their books to their lockers neither sibling spoke until they came to a fork in the hall. "I'm this way," Buffy said motioning down one hall. "I'll see you at lunch, and we'll be talking about you grabbing magic books, got it," she said with a glare that made Harry gulp. A pissed of slayer was a super strong slayer.
"Yeah, I got it," he said before looking down his own hallway. "I got to go, I have a feeling I'm as far away from classes as I can possibly be, and I need to get to home-room with Miss Calendar." He said looking at his schedule. "Bye sis, and try not to hit on everything in sight," he said walking away and chuckling as Buffy's growl followed him.
Putting his books in his locker and shoving his computer text book next to his Thaumaturgy book, he walked back down the hall and entered a large classroom filled with computers. "Oh, shiny," he said before grabbing a seat in the front row. Looking around he could see a lot of people looking at him and blushed. He hated being the center of attention, which was far more Buffy's thing than his.
"Now, that we're all here, we can take roll," a dark haired woman said from at the front of the class. Harry looked up at the shapely teacher and felt something he hadn't seen he accidentally caught sight of the Vampire King Lothos, Power. It wasn't nearly as much as the long brown haired vampire, but it was still there, enough to make the hair on his arms stand up.
Said computer teacher was looking at Harry as though she had never seen anything quite like him before. Shaking her head she did in fact call roll before starting to talk again. "Alright, this is homeroom, you'll report here every day for the first hour, where you'll finish any homework you didn't get finished the night before. Then some of you have me first period, and you'll remain here while others go to different classes. So… as this is the first day, feel free to talk amongst yourselves."
Harry, who had no desire to talk to his fellow classmates just yet, decided to pull out the big tome on magic and flip it open. At the table of contents he found quickly scanned the chapters before landing on History of Magicks, and flipped to that.
'The History of Magicks is a proud subject spanning the length of time back to the Old Ones. The Old Ones were pure demons of vast power that dominated the world long before Man arrived but their influence is still felt today. It is because of these Old Ones and the eventual arrival of men that created the demons we know today, half breeds and below who hold only a fraction of their ancient ancestor's powers.
Interspecies relations between humans and demons have created powerful humanoid beings with abilities allowing them to take up the name of godhood. Families born to these crossbreeding ways became the Pantheons of immortals who claimed to be gods, such as those in Egypt, Greece/Rome, and early Europe. However to sustain their power the families began to inbreed, reducing their magical potential and began to slip more and more into paranoia before locking themselves away from the rest of the world.
In Europe the seclusion has become such that the Wizards and Witches, as they like to be called, have created their own government and school system. However, this seclusion has also torn them away from their ancestors and now they must focus their magic through a conduit rather than simply letting it flow from their bodies. Fear of the more powerful magicks produced by those outside the families has caused them to restrain those outside their system at a young age and bind them to magical conduits, which they call wands, as well.
In other parts of the world wands are not needed, but candles and incense and herbs are used to 'release' magic into the universe to work its wielder's will. Many join in mass prayers that are little more than mass chanting to bend the universe to its will. However, there are a few places where magic is greatly discouraged. While many places like Stonehenge can greatly boost the magical power of a spell, locations on or around a Baca Del Inferno are known to warp magic and create any number of variant results…'
The bell rang and Harry slammed his books shut before putting it away. He couldn't believe he had read for an entire hour and hadn't noticed. Some things though seemed to deeply press in on him. Europe's secondary government being was such a thing as well as the use of a wand. What self respecting person would possibly use a wand? At least get a staff like Gandalf the Grey or something.
"Mr. Summers, can I see you for a moment," Miss Calendar asked as many of the students filed out of the classroom. Harry stood up and walked to the front of class wondering if he was going to get into trouble already. "You're not in trouble, Mr. Summers, but I was wondering just what you were doing with such a big book on such an obscure topic? Do you know how to do magic," she asked with a hint of a smile. "Don't worry; I'm actually looking to help. These things can't be rushed into and if you need any help I'll be more than glad too."
"I… um… I made energy come out of my hands once," Harry said quietly hoping no one could hear them. "So I asked the new librarian if he had any books on magic and he gave me that one. I was only reading the history of it, not how to do any spells. I don't think I'd be ready for anything I did whether it was good or bad."
"That's very wise of you," she said nodding her head. "But I wouldn't suggest reading that here in class; you never know who might notice. Why don't you come by Friday after school and I can give you a more modern take on magic," she said with a smile and motioned toward her computer. "I'm a techno pagan, so I do most of my work on computers, but I can be quite helpful in the more ancient ways as well."
"Thank you Miss Calendar, I look forward to it," Harry said with a smile as he practically hopped back to his desk in excitement. Someone was going to be teaching him magic! Hopefully she didn't use a wand because he didn't have one… ok he had one he'd like to give her, but that wasn't the same thing. Shaking his head he pulled out his text book and set it up next to his computer, ready to begin his first day of high school.
"Ah, lunch," Harry said happily as he walked out of American History and quickly made for the outside courtyard to eat. His mom always made the best lunches, and he hoped she had outdone herself again. Finding a short wall under a tree he unzipped his backpack and began to rummage through inside of it. Grabbing a brown paper bag he unfurled it and looked inside. "Oh, Peanut Butter and Jelly and a little can of Pringles. Always good," he said happily as he popped the clear lid off his can of chips.
"Do you mind if I join you," a shy voice said and Harry looked up. A bashful looking girl with long red hair and wearing a green dress stood in front of him with her own brown bagged lunch. "I'm Willow, Willow Rosenberg, and I don't think I've seen you around, are you new or something?"
"Yeah, me and my sister just moved here," he said as the girl sat down close to him, but not directly beside him. "She's a sophomore and I'm a freshman. I'm Harry, Harry Summers and that," he said motioning to his short skirted sister, "is Buffy." He smiled at his sister who looked at him suspiciously before sitting down between him and Willow.
"Hi, Willow right," she said looking at the red head. "Don't mind him, I'm really not attracted to girls" she said quickly before she heard Harry snicker behind her and saw the girl's eyes go wide. "Oh my god, he didn't tell you that… and I just made a complete ass out of myself. I'm Buffy, the foot-in-mouth girl, and I sort of need you to do me a favor."
"Do you need me to move? Because I can move, I didn't mean to disturb your brother," Willow said quickly and began to gather her things. She looked on the verge of tears but somehow resigned to at the same time. Harry glared at his sister, not really sure why he felt like sticking up for the little red head but doing so anyway.
"You don't have to move, not like that. I just need some help catching up. It took a little while to finalize the move to Sunnydale and all so I was out of school for a while," she said quickly and shot a look at Harry who was merely nodding along. "I heard through the grapevine that you're the one to talk too for things like that. We can meet in the library if you have sixth period…" but she was cut off halfway through her sentence by a distraught 'NO' from Buffy.
"Don't mind my sister, Willow," Harry said with a smirk. "She's a valley girl so she's allergic to anything with printed words in them." He lost his smirk at the fire-shooting glare his sister was giving him. "Don't look at me like that. You didn't even know there was a library at Hemery."
"You shut up now the big girls are talking," Buffy said before turning back to Willow. "We can meet somewhere else, like out here. It's such a pretty day outside and… what the hell," she said nearly jumping into Harry's lap as a boy wearing a white shirt jumped between her and Willow and sat down, while another boy wearing orange hopped the wall on the other side of Harry. "What the hell is going on?"
"Hi I'm Xander, and that's Jesse," the longer haired boy said motioning back and forth between the two. "Me and Buffy go way back," he said to the other two while Harry and Buffy just looked at him like he was insane. "Then there was this period of separation where I felt we both grew as people, and now we're back like old times."
"What are you smoking and who might your supplier be," Harry asked giving Xander a conspiratorial wink. "I'd love to smoke whatever you're having; I just hope I don't babble like a brook for it." He shot a dark smirk to Buffy as the boy's face lit up like a beacon. "Don't worry, you're barking up the wrong tree anwa-OW," he shouted holding his arm where his sister had pinched him with all her slayer might.
"Excuse me, but why are you sitting with these losers," a rather attractive brunette said as she walked up to them. "Let me guess, homework help? Anyway, I'm afraid you won't meet Coach Foster today. Gyms canceled because of the extremely dead guy someone found in their locker," the girl said glancing around before spotting Harry. "You must be Buffy's brother, Harry, she told me about you. Do you want to come eat lunch with me and mine? It will give you a leg up for the year in popularity."
"Hey, if they're all as hot as you, how can I say no," Harry said hopping up and putting his sandwich and Pringles back in his bag. "Sorry to meet, greet and run guys, but ladies wait for no man," the raven haired boy said with a smirk as he fell in step with Cordelia who was already starting to walk away. "You know, I've never eaten with someone wearing green pants before. It will be an experience," his voice floated back to the group causing at least Buffy to giggle.
"Those pea-green pants are pretty silly," she finally said outwardly before Xander thrust a stake in her direction. "Oh thanks, it's all the rage back in L.A. for self defense. Pepper Spray is just so passé," she tried to play the whole thing off and joke around, but secretly her mind was on the body in the gym. Harry had pulled Cordelia away, saving her from her usual slayer questions and ruining Buffy's reputation on the first day of school, but she would need to check out the body and see what she could learn.
Her hazel eyes wandered to her brother as the trio of friends in front of her laughed and joked. He was over there putting on a show of some sort and making people laugh. He could always cheer people up in the direst of situations. She remembered him making their dad laugh at their grandmother's funeral. But there had always been something behind his eyes that was haunted and gloomy. Like he took everyone's pain and put it on himself. Probably what he was doing for the Cordettes at the moment. And she really didn't like the way that blond girl was looking at him, what was her name… Harmony?
Author's Note: Sorry about the ANs yesterday. I just got done watching Epic Meal Time… xD. Oh, and let me say, NO HOGWARTS in this story. Sick of Hogwarts, why does everyone want to go to Hogwarts? So, here, making a stand is me, saying I will never write a crossover where everyone goes to Hogwarts. Harry might go, but he won't be taking everyone he knows with him.
Yes, I'll fully admit to holding slash at a double standard. I do not read or write Slash fiction but I do read and write GirlXGirl or eve BoyXGirlXGirl. Why? Well, I'm not gay, or bisexual even. I have no interest in Male on Male love, I have no problems hanging out with the homosexual community, but you start talking about you and your boyfriend going at it and I leave. Lesbians, I love lesbians. I'm a big ol lesbian trapped in a guys body. So, yes, double standard.
So, like I said, I've decided to spice this story up, because wands, stakes, axes, yeah they're fun but a little old. What about Lancers from Gears of War or something? Watching Buffy rip the master apart with a Chainsaw would be awesome. And grenades and other weapons as well? If you're going to be bringing these things into the 21st century you need to go all the way. Do you think Glory could stand up to a bazooka? No scratch that. As with Harry on the Hellmouth I have questions for the merging of these worlds together.
In the Patronus vs The First question, I got a lot of feedback saying it wouldn't so much as 'damage' the First Evil but it would probably weaken or drive it away. That's important, I'll use that. So now onto this chapter's questions.
The Dementors vs Jasmine from Angel. Jasmine makes everyone feel loved and at peace with themselves and those around them until you get her blood in you by some means and then she loses power over you. The Dementors are the opposite they tear the peace and happiness out of you and leave you with your worst memories while instilling fear before they devour your soul. So who wins?