Author Notes - I am a horrible person. One chapter and then leave for eight months? I don't even deserve the generous amount of reviews that you all left me. I won't try to give you an excuse because I don't have a good one. I will simply tell you what happened.

I wrote chapter two, was in the middle of editing it when I decided to scrap it completely. It was basically a rewrite of my original story and I decided that that wouldn't do. Instead, I wrote something new. I was halfway through when I decided that my original plans just weren't going to work out. I needed to go far deeper into magical theory and build up. I couldn't have a story that jumped from action to action with little room for side plots and deviation. It would basically become a Buffy season 3-7 with a wizard sidekick. That wouldn't do.

So I started to brainstorm. That brainstorm turned into a loss of interest, and now, eight months later, my interest has returned with a lot of ideas. I have the third chapter written, it just needs a lot of editing and cleaning. The fourth chapter is about 4,000 words in. Those eight months were spent, "not" writing, so I doubt my writing has improved any. Here's to hoping that it's not too rough.

Here we go.

Chapter Two

"Ready?" Whistler asked.

Harry nodded. "Let's go"

Whistler smiled and Harry felt his body tense, as he expected that a trip across dimensions would not feel very pleasant. A moment later Harry relaxed, as nothing happened. Whistler frowned and Harry raised an eyebrow in question. Whistler shrugged, "You should be leaving at any. . ."

Whistler's sentence was cut off instantly as the world fell away from him. Whistler and Grimmauld Place were gone, and instead, he was surrounded by darkness. It was only a moment later that he began to feel a strange sensation. It felt like what Harry imagined being pushed to the bottom of the ocean without any protective gear would feel like. Intense pressure was pushing down on him from all directions. Harry tried to resist, but he could very nearly feel his ribs begin to bend under the strain. When Harry was sure his ribs were beginning to break, the pressure disappeared in an instant, and a new world appeared around him as he was slammed into hard concrete. Harry's stomach began to churn as soon as he landed, but he was miraculously able to keep his hangover cure down and the nauseous feeling began to pass. Harry was glad that he had elected to surgically fix his eyesight the Muggle way during his Auror training. He wouldn't have wanted his first moments in this world to be that of a blind man scrambling to summon and fix his glasses.

Harry brought himself to his feet, and for the first time realized that he was not alone. There were about half a dozen people surrounding him. Three of which were on the ground around him scrambling to get away from him. Harry wondered if these were The Powers That Be. He then noticed that he appeared to be standing on an altar of sorts with strange ingredients and lit candles.

"Who are you?" asked an English middle-aged man with glasses. He appeared to be the only adult in the room, the rest of the group looked like teenagers. The man's confusion at Harry's appearance seemed to answer his earlier question that these were in fact not The Powers That Be. Perhaps the powers had hijacked another group's ritual?

"I didn't do it!" a redhead in a large pink sweater with daisies around the collar claimed in shock as she got to her feet. The three closest to him backed up and instead, a young tall dark haired man with spiked hair and a short girl with long blonde hair stepped forward and went into a loose fighting pose. It seemed these two were the fighters of the group. Harry recognized the girl as the woman who had died during his visions. Perhaps a year or two older, but still very much alive. Perhaps she did die, and now she was one of the demons she had been fighting against?

Harry's own confusion must have been visible on his face because the British man didn't push for Harry to answer his question. Harry looked around briefly for an escape route. He appeared to be in a large abandoned factory, and it was dark, so he wouldn't be able to Apparate out. A visual memory was basically a requirement for Apparition, and seeing as he had none of those in this world, the best he would be able to do was to Apparate to the door. Judging by the ritual that he had just interrupted, these people had magic; and Harry wasn't sure just how powerful that magic was. Rather than risk trying to retreat, Harry instead decided to appear non-threatening. Harry held up his hands in a peaceful gesture. Although he appeared harmless, he would be able to draw out his wand incredibly fast, he just hoped none of them knew that. Judging by the fact that none of them seemed to be holding a wand of their own, Harry would take a bet that they didn't. The magic in his world might not even exist in this one.

No one moved for a moment, but the older man was the first one to break the silence as he scrambled for his bag and took out a wooden object and a glass jar of water. Harry realized after a moment that it was a wooden cross as the man held it out in front of him in Harry's direction. Harry tensed and his eye's narrowed dangerously. Was this the man's version of a wand? After a second nothing happened and Harry relaxed. That's when the man opened the bottle of liquid and went to splash it on him. Harry flicked his finger and his wand fell out of his holster and into his hand. Before the water could impact him, he Apparated to the closest exit. Harry didn't wait for them to follow before testing the handle to make sure it wasn't locked. It wasn't. Harry turned around with his wand in front of him. Half of the group were still staring at the spot that Harry had been and the small puddle on the floor. However, the two that Harry had earlier assumed were the fighters of the group had already spotted his new placement and were beginning to run at him.

"Stop!" Harry shouted with his wand pointed in their direction, "I don't want to hurt you." The man eyed the wand suspiciously but the girl didn't look all that impressed.

"Well give me a reason to, and I'll happily hurt you," she replied in an American accent but stopped approaching him all the same. The older gentleman walked over and brought out another filled bottle from his bag.

"What is that?" Harry asked suspiciously, well aware that the man was planning to once again pour it on him. The man appeared surprised for a bit before understanding

"It's Holy Water," he replied. Harry raised a disbelieving eyebrow and the man poured some on himself as a way of answer. "It's harmless," he explained, "If you aren't a vampire." He held it up with a questioning look, asking for permission to use it. Harry frowned but nodded. The man brought the bottle forward and splashed it all over Harry's face. Harry frowned at the rather rudely placed water.

"Satisfied?" Harry asked, gesturing to his drenched face and hair. The man nodded.

The blonde girl turned to the redhead, "Good job Will, you didn't bring back a vampire this time," she said with a smirk. The redhead pouted and opened her mouth, surely to proclaim her innocence one more time.

Before she could, a girl with light brown hair spoke up, "Well, he's not human. All my time on this earth and I've never seen anything but a demon achieve near instant teleportation."

Harry frowned at the implication but didn't say anything. Instead, he raised his wand to his face and flicked it, ignoring the blonde girl as she tensed. His hair and face dried instantly. The redhead perked up at seeing his spell, but the British man frowned in disapproval.

"Before I answer any questions or volunteer for any more of your strange tests, I have one question for you," Harry said, looking the blonde in the eye as they widened in surprise. "I was under the assumption that you died," Harry began bluntly, "like two years ago." The girl looked towards her friends clearly looking for answers but they all shrugged back at her.

"Yup." she answered finally, turning back around, "I drowned, and then came back." Harry nodded in thought. Perhaps she had been resuscitated? Still, he had to be sure. He gestured to the older man.

"You mind giving yourself a refreshing bath?" Harry asked the girl. The rest of the group chuckled in amusement. Harry was sure he was missing something about his request but figured it was better to be safe than sorry after when traveling to a whole new dimension. The older man took out a third bottle of holy water and threw it at the girl. The girl reached up and snagged it from mid air with little effort and proceeded to drink from it. Nothing happened except for an amusing smirk that appears on her face. Harry shrugged.

"The people who sent me here used your death to convince me that you all needed my help," Harry explained before re holstering his wand and sticking out his hand to the blonde girl, who happened to be the closest one to him,"I'm Harry Potter."

The blonde girl looked at his hand suspiciously at first but finally relented. "Buffy," She said. Still, she refused to take the necessary steps to shake his hand. Harry dropped his hand with a shrug. Harry looked at the rest of them.

"Angel," offered up the tall dark haired man who would have joined Buffy in pummeling Harry. The rest followed. Willow was the red haired girl with the pink sweater, followed by Anya, the girl who still thought he wasn't human, and Rupert Giles was the older man; though he said it was alright to call him Giles. The rest of the group was made up of two teen boys named Oz and Xander. Oz was short with red hair, while Xander was taller and black haired. A majority of them were American, as far as Harry could tell, which meant that he could safely assume that he was now in America. Once the introductions were done, the rest of the group came a little closer, with Buffy and Angel relaxing their stances a tad. Harry thought for sure that this was more due to the fact that he was no longer holding his wand. Although the two didn't seem to know what it was capable of, they still recognized it as a potential threat. They stepped back in order to let Giles take the lead now that the potential danger seemed to have passed.

"Now, you say you were sent here? What for?" Giles asked, adjusting his glasses and peering intently at Harry as if preparing to devour the next words that came out of his mouth. Harry figured that these people would have already killed him if they were soulless creatures and decided that cooperation was the best course for him.

"An agent from these people that call themselves The Powers That Be came to me talking about how this universe needed my help," Harry started, "they were quite convincing. They even sent me images of Buffy over there," Harry gestured to the girl, "fighting countless of these vampire creatures before drowning in a puddle of water." The rest of the group glanced at each other nervously after he finished.

"The Powers That Be don't have nearly enough power to send someone across universes," said Giles plainly.

"That's a thing? The Powers That Be? Who would call themselves that?" Buffy asked shocked. Giles explained.

"They were once all powerful creatures, almost godlike, but they were forced off this plane by evil forces. They are now forced to watch from afar, only able to intervene in the smallest of ways."

"More like The Powers That Were then," Oz quipped from the back.

Harry glanced over at the altar that still had three candles burning brightly. The rest followed his gaze. "Perhaps they hijacked your little ritual here," Harry proposed.

"That's not possible. They can't do that," Willow argued. She appeared thoughtful for a moment before turning to Giles, "Can they do that?" she asked hopelessly.

Giles thought about the possibility for a moment before responding, "there is very little information on what The Powers are capable of. Most scholars over the last hundreds of years no longer even consider them part of the war against evil. It's assumed that their reach hardly even extends into this plane. They must have used a great deal of their influence and power to achieve this feat," Giles paused to give Harry one more intense look, "if he's telling us the truth."

Harry frowned but didn't see the point in arguing. "Well, Whistler said. . ." Harry began but was interrupted by Angel and Buffy who both repeated the name under their breath. Harry raised an eyebrow, "Know him?"

Angel nodded. "He's the reason why I'm in Sunnydale," he explained.

Buffy frowned before explaining her own reaction, "He told me how to stop Acathla."

"So he's a good guy?" Harry asked, assuming that Acathla was some sort of demon, and also quite relieved that it didn't appear he had been duped.

"As far as we can tell," Giles responded.

Willow stepped forward. "So what can you do?" She asked with interest.

"Willow!" Buffy exclaimed, shocked.

Willow looked back innocently. "What? These great powers sent this guy to help us and we can't even ask what sort of help he can muster. Super strength? Immortality? He must be able to do more than teleport."

"Quite right," Giles agreed to the surprise of the others. "If the Powers foresee the victory of evil in this eternal war, then we can't waste much time, we need to figure out if this. . . man," Giles proposed skeptically, "Can help us stop a potential world wide apocalypse."

Harry wasn't sure just what he could do to convince these people that he was human, but he wasn't about to offer up a sample of his blood.

Xander stepped forward, "Well that's great and all, but could we maybe go somewhere with some chairs first. And pillows?" Harry noticed the bags under his eyes. It appeared they had had a long night before he showed up.

"Don't forget caffeine," Buffy added. Giles relented to the request and the group began to pack up what was left of their supplies to the ritual. Buffy and Angel, instead of helping the others, stayed and kept an eye on Harry.

"Where we going?" Harry asked as the group appeared ready to leave the abandoned building. They all exchanged glances with each other before seemingly agreeing without a word.

"The high school," Giles answered shortly. Harry thought it was a strange place to meet up, but reasoned that none of them wanted him in their places of residence.

The group escorted him out, with Buffy and Angel on either side of him. They weren't trying to appear threatening, Harry knew. They were just being cautious, and Harry could respect that. That didn't mean he didn't have his wand a thought away with a battle plan already forming just in case it was needed. Anya split off from the rest of the group and went her own way. None of the rest seemed to care because no one argued for her to stay.

They all climbed into two vehicles with Harry in the back seat of one of them with Buffy and Angel still on either side of him; their placement surrounding him being no mere coincidence. Harry looked passed Angel, to peer out of the window as they drove. It appeared he was in a relatively small town rather than a city. There weren't any shops open as far as he could tell, nor any people on the streets or out for walks. The few people he saw were merely shadows from within their homes. Harry didn't think it was normal for the streets to be deserted this late, but he guessed even if people weren't aware of the war going on around them, they could still sense the danger.

Eventually, they drove into the back parking lot of a large building that Harry assumed was the school. They made their way out of the cars and through the back door and soon found themselves in a decent size school library where they all sat around a large table. Oz went to get everyone caffeinated, and Xander immediately slouched over in his chair, putting his head in his arms and closing his eyes. Buffy and Angel, not surprisingly, sat on either side of him, far enough away to give him space, but close enough to reach over and grab his arm if he got any ideas. Harry wasn't sure how he thought about putting himself in a position where he could be so easily trapped, but he knew he would have to extend an ounce of trust in order to achieve anything in that universe.

Before anything could happen, the two doors leading into the library from the rest of the school swung open and a young man with glasses entered. His walk towards the group came to a complete halt as he looked towards Willow.

"Everyone get back! She's a vampire!" he exclaimed dramatically as he rushed to open the briefcase in his right hand in order to rummage through it for something.

"Relax Wesley," Giles said calmly before explaining. He told a tale about how a magic ritual of Willow's had gone bad and brought forth an evil vampire Willow from another universe. Wesley only relaxed when he heard that they sent the evil Willow back.

"Really, Miss Rosenberg?" Wesley stated incredulously. "you must be more careful when you practice magic in the future. It is not a toy for you to play with. You nearly killed Cordelia."

Willow nodded and bowed her head, appropriately shamed. Harry frowned, but kept to himself. He didn't know enough about this world's magic to say otherwise.

That's when Wesley noticed Harry. "Who is this? Why was I not informed?" he asked, gesturing to Harry. Harry raised an eyebrow. Was he the boss?

Giles took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, clearly exhausted, and seemingly coming down with a headache. "If you would just sit down, we were about to find out," Giles said harshly. Wesley looked like he wanted to argue, but with one look at the clearly agitated older man, he complied and took a seat at the head of the table instead. Oz returned with the coffee and handed it out, with everyone but Harry, Wesley, and Angel taking a cup. Giles remained the only one standing after everyone settled down and started sipping from their drinks. It took only a minute before everyone began to noticeably wake up and sit up straighter and more alert. Xander even had his eyes open.

"Perhaps we can start with the story of how you arrived here," Giles said reasonably, and so Harry did. He didn't go into too much detail. He didn't explain his world, his magic, nor his job, he just explained that Whistler came into his house uninvited, offered him a chance to come to this world to help others and he took it. After he was done, the group shared looks, probably wondering if he was sane.

"I know it sounds completely nutters," Harry confided, "but I spent my whole life in conflict. Since I was one, it was a constant struggle for survival. Either it was my family who wasn't very kind to me or my peers who went out of their way to make my life miserable. Later in life, it was a group of homicidal terrorists who very much wanted me dead." Harry struggled to find the words to properly explain, "I spent seventeen years of my life in a struggle to survive and live a normal life, and when it was all over, I found that a normal life wasn't for me."

Giles appeared thoughtful, "Still, to throw away your entire life to come here is very. . ." Giles paused in order to think of an appropriate word.

"Bonkers?" Harry offered with a smile.

Giles shook his head, "I was going to say courageous." The others nodded in agreement but Harry strongly disagreed with them all. All the visions Whistler had sent him about people suffering had definitely pushed him to jump across universes, but Harry would be lying if he said that he hadn't been tempted just at the idea of there being danger waiting for him. He left Hermione, Ron, the Weasleys, and even Teddy. He knew Teddy would be alright in the care of his grandmother, but Harry still couldn't help feeling a little guilty about the quickness of his decision. Still, he didn't see the point in trying to argue that his decision was selfish and stupid; he didn't think that would make a very good first impression.

"May I ask why I was invited to jump into this universe? Is it really as bad as these Powers have been saying?" Harry asked skeptically. He was half expecting to land right in the middle of a war, with his wand and power becoming immediately useful. However, this group seemed to have the time to sit down and talk at length about his arrival and hardly seemed to have the weight of the world on their shoulders like Harry and his friends had experienced in the last year of the war.

"Yes, it's very interesting," Giles responded. "with Buffy and Faith, we are strong already, but add Angel and Willow's new powers into the mix and we are as strong as we have ever been. It doesn't make sense why they'd be so desperate for your help."

Harry allowed Giles to think out loud without interrupting to ask exactly why these four were powerful.

"Do you think it's just because of the Mayor?" Buffy asked.

Giles frowned in thought before responding, "Possibly. However, even if the Mayor's succeeds in whatever he is planning, the worst that can happen is Sunnydale is destroyed and we all die." Oz and Xander snorted but Giles explained further, "I haven't been able to find anything in my books about an end of the world event to happen this year. The Powers That Be wouldn't bring someone from another universe to prevent the destruction of one town and a couple of Slayers. Thousands of Slayers have died without The Powers intervening. I think there is something in play that we aren't aware of," Giles said honestly

"Slayers?" Harry asked.

Giles was lost in thought, so instead Buffy explained, "A Slayer is kind of like a chosen one. She is gifted with a demon's powers and in return, she is expected to fight any evil that pops up until her death."

Harry winced at the explanation, "What if she refuses?"

Buffy just shrugged before looking towards Giles with a pointed glance. "Sorry?" He said in confusion before his brain finally caught up to the conversation. He shook his head before responding, "A Slayer refusing to fight has never happened. The power of the Slayer has so far been perfect in understanding which young girls will be willing to fight. Either because they accept the responsibility, or because they. . . well, they just like fighting."

"Also known as Faith," Buffy quipped.

"Faith is a slayer too?" Harry asked in confusion.

Buffy nodded, "The Slayer power had already chosen a new Slayer before I was brought back to life when I drowned."

"What about Angel and Willow?" Harry asked, remembering that they were included in Giles' naming of powerful people.

"Angel is a vampire," Xander offered with a smile as if passing that knowledge onto Harry had pleased him.

"A vampire with a soul," Buffy corrected with a heated glare sent across the table at Xander, who didn't seem to mind and only grinned back.

"That's rare?" Harry asked.

Angel explained, "I have a soul because I was cursed. If I ever achieve complete happiness, I will lose the soul and go back to killing and terrorizing everyone."

Harry visibly shuddered, "Merlin!" Harry placed himself in the man's shoes for a moment and wondered out loud, "Why don't, you know, end it?" Harry asked, sliding a finger across his throat. He wasn't just what could kill a vampire in this world, but he imagined decapitation would work.

Buffy got up from her chair in anger but Angel gave an understanding smile. "I've thought about it many times. Deep down I think I'm just terrified where I'll go once it's all over. After all the things I have done, I don't think I'll have a peaceful afterlife," Angel said while glancing at the table, "and I need to make up for all the wrongs that I have done."

Harry scoffed, "Bollocks. I've been here for like a couple of hours and have already learned that all vampires are bad. If all vampires are bad regardless of the person that they were, then how can you possibly be responsible?" Buffy smiled at him, clearly pleased and sat back down. "Did you go on killing sprees once your soul was restored?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No but. . ." Angel tried to argue. Harry shook his head with sadness.

"Anyone who blames the soul of a human with the actions of a demon needs a reality check," Harry finished. Angel sat up a little bit straighter and gave him a nod of thanks even though he didn't look like he believed it to be true. Xander and Giles were abnormally quiet, but Harry noticed Buffy sending them a look of complete smug.

"You might not think the same if he took away someone you deeply cared for," Giles spoke up after a minute. Harry shook his head. He knew he was about to give up a valuable piece of information to make a point, but he was comfortable enough in his abilities to fight back if they turned hostile.

"We have a spell in our world. It takes perhaps one second to cast, and if you are hit with it by a wizard or witch with a stronger willpower than your own, then your actions are basically theirs. You will do anything that they demand you to," Harry tried to explain, "even our government, which tends to have a stick up their arses, knows that the actions of someone under that spell can't be punished. Their actions were simply not their own. That's all I see here."

Wesley sat up straight in alarm. "We can't have that kind of power wielded against us," he exclaimed, oblivious to the fact at how hostile those words sounded to the only wand wizard in the world.

"Yet but it would be nice to have us use it against them," Oz said with a straight face.

Harry shook his head, "It's not a spell to be used lightly. I'd only use it rarely and if it saved a life and I had no other choice. The power you feel when you use that curse can be highly addicting."

"And how many times have you used it?" Giles asked rationally.

"Twice," Harry decided to answer honestly, "both to save thousands of lives."

Giles gave a short nod which Harry assumed meant that it was an acceptable number.

"What else can your magic do?" Willow asked with her head on her hands listening intently.

"A lot," Harry shrugged. "my magic is virtually limitless, the only problem is that I can currently only do things that I know how to do. I have no books here to teach me more, nor anyone who could teach me. Anything new I learn will have to be through experimentation." Internally, Harry was doing something he never thought he would do, and that was thank the boredom of his job as an Auror. He had spent the last year or so learning the basics in almost all branches of magic. He knew he wouldn't be able to create the most complex wards in existence at the drop of a hat, but he had the basics learned and understood. Through time, he could start inventing his own magic.

"I can't imagine what I would do if all the books on magic just vanished," Willow said with a slight whine before wrinkling her nose in disgust at the thought.

They continued to ask and answer each other's questions. Harry learned about the Hellmouth and its common threats. Mainly Demons and Vampires. Harry learned more about the fact that Willow was a practicing witch, though she still claimed that she was just dabbling. He was very interested in learning more about how the magic here worked, but he figured that he had plenty of time to figure all that stuff out later.

He learned a little more about the demons of the world and received an open invitation from Giles to pop in and help himself to a little light reading. They in return asked a lot of questions about his world and his abilities. Harry tried not to be too specific but answered their questions honestly. They told him about their situation. It appeared the Mayor of the town was in the middle of cahoots with a Vampire and they weren't sure why. The only thing they suspected was that an accomplice of the Mayor was going to come to them with information before he was tragically killed by Faith. A complete accident that she was still working to get through.

"It has actually been quite a slow year," Giles said, "We've had to deal with various apocalyptic events in the past. Your help would have been greatly appreciated then. The only explanation is that The Powers know something big is coming, and that we are liable to fail." Giles finished to a silent room.

Buffy was the first to recover from the sour atmosphere. "The only thing worse than a big bad is a big bad that you don't see coming," Buffy joked with a pout. The silence continued for a minute before Xander yawned, his caffeine fix wearing off.

Giles rubbed his nose wearily for the second time of the night. "It's getting late, perhaps we should all get some rest," Giles reasoned. He barely finished before everyone started getting to their feet, happy to be heading home and getting some sleep. They slowly gathered their things and headed out until it was only Harry, Giles, Wesley and Buffy in the room. Buffy looked like she wanted more than anything to go to sleep, but at the same time didn't quite trust Harry to be in a room alone with Giles. Harry knew it wasn't a good idea to tell her that he could pop into the library whenever he wanted. They never went into that much detail when questioning him about his abilities, a mistake that would probably be obvious to them in the morning after they got some rest. They even seemed to have completely forgotten to ask about his teleportation abilities.

Giles then turned to Harry. "You need someplace to sleep? Perhaps some money?" he offered hospitably. Harry shook his head. He knew he must have seemed quite pitiful. He had no food, money, clothes or a place to sleep. However, his magic would help him get most of that stuff on his own.

"I'd like it if you stayed in touch," Giles said. Harry nodded at the request because he knew that if he just disappeared, he'd probably have two slayers, a vampire, and perhaps even a witch out looking for him. As Giles bid him farewell, Wesley could no longer stand the situation.

"You can't just let him leave after all the things he admitted to being able to do," Wesley exclaimed in shock. "He must be watched closely in order to make sure he isn't doing more harm than good. It's unfathomable that these Powers would do something so reckless! When The Council hears about this," Wesley finished, trailing off in rage. Harry let out a chuckle, which only seemed to infuriate Wesley more.

"Tell a potential ally that you consider him too powerful to be anything but an enemy. Very smart," Harry said sarcastically. "This is your world and I'll do my best to be an honorable guest, but if you come at me, then don't expect me to play nice," Harry cautioned Wesley with a glare. He armed himself with his wand and then smiled at Giles and Buffy. "Thank you for the hospitality, and for answering my many questions. I will keep in touch," Harry promised. Harry waited only for Giles to confirm that he heard him before he Apparated away.

He appeared in the same building that he had only recently been escorted out of. He needed someplace to stay, and although the factory was in shambles, it was nothing that a little bit of magic and hard work wouldn't be able to fix. He thought he was probably being a little sentimental. This place was technically the one place in this world that he could argue was the closest to his own world. It was only hours before that they were connected by magic. He walked through the place on the floor where the altar had been. This very spot had a gateway to his home; to his world where Hermione, Teddy, Ron and the rest of the Weasley's were. It was as close to a place resembling home that he would probably find for a very long time.

Harry looked around and winced, the place looked like someone had recently set the place on fire and decided to tear the building down, only to leave midway through the job. Thankfully, the structure wasn't completely made out of wood, so the fire hadn't been able to spread through the whole building, or it would have been a lost cause. Harry took out his wand, and walked the edges of the building, casting multiple repairing charms anywhere that looked damaged. There were cracks in beams holding up the building that magically sealed together, there were holes in the side paneling that would magically come back together, and there was even a large hole in a staircase where it looks like somebody had fallen through and gotten hurt. He cleaned up all the dried up blood and repaired the staircase as well as the support structure underneath. It was many hours later that Harry finally stopped. He had been through the whole building five times and this was the first pass where he hadn't spotted one thing that needed repairing. He looked around at his handy work and wasn't all that impressed.

It was an abandoned building, but not a home. It was basically a large empty space with steps leading down to a small storage area and a metal suspension walkway as a second story. Even though no one in their right mind would call this building a home, he shrugged to himself; It would do for now. The structure was no longer in danger of collapsing around him, and there were no longer random holes that anybody could just walk through. Once he warded and locked the entrances, he would feel safe enough to sleep and experiment here. He didn't think there was a point in trying to renovate the building since it didn't belong to him. He knew he could simply steal the building with no magical government put in place to stop him, but it wouldn't have felt right. Plus, he didn't think it was smart to bring any more attention to himself than he needed to. He didn't know just how aware the government was about the magic and demons of their world.

Muggle money was incredibly easy to duplicate with magic, but conjuration didn't last forever. Eventually, the money would just vanish, leaving some Muggle poorer. A Muggle who couldn't even go to authorities and explain why his money disappeared. It was worse than thievery. At least in cases of thievery, someone's insurance could pay for it, and they had a chance of recovering their lost merchandise.

No, Harry would have to figure out how he was going to make money in this world, but he didn't think that would be a problem. He had gifts that no one else in the world had. If he couldn't figure out a proper way to market that in his favor, then he probably didn't deserve Whistler's offer. He couldn't go around selling his magical services to anybody with money though. It would garner far too much attention. The last thing he needed was the United States Government knocking on his door. Harry sighed as he thought of another problem; his wand. He was in a universe with no Wand-makers, and he hadn't been able to bring anything with him, for example, a spare wand. The wand sitting in his hostler was his most precious possession. He winced as he thought about what would happen if something happened to it. If it snapped, he would be basically useless. Sure he could perhaps brew some potions, but even most of those required a wand to be at its most potent. Many potions required a magic users attention in order for the ingredients to form a bond and become more potent. Although he wasn't sure just how that would work in this world.

Without a wand, The Powers would have basically done a useless ritual to send a useless wizard to this world to achieve nothing.

Before he could even think about a way to make money, he had to find a way to make a wand. Harry knew how to do a basic construction of a staff, and they were similar creations. Harry had learned how to make a staff about five months ago. He had wondered if using a larger object to channel his magic would produce better results. It had not. In fact, the larger the staff, the harder it was for him to aim his casts, and it even made learning new wand movements incredibly difficult. Eventually, he had scrapped the idea completely and only kept the staff for decoration purposes. He decided that the first thing he would do would be to create a just in case staff. Harry would need his wand to create it, so it only made sense to create a backup right away. He just had to figure out what kind of core he could use. Harry looked down at his wand with a wince. He would have to leave the creation of the staff for another day. One of the main components required was a magical core, and he had no idea how he would go about finding one in this world.

Instead, he decided to take a nap. He had just slept before coming to this universe, and he knew he would have trouble falling back asleep, but he figured that there really wasn't anything more productive he could be doing at the moment.

With a wave of his wand, he conjured a decent sized bed. He was skilled enough in Transfiguration for his conjurations to last long enough to sleep in. It caused a few of his fellow Aurors bouts of jealousy as their makeshift beds would be gone far before they were finished resting in them. Walking around, he proceeded to lock and ward all the entrances and even walked around the outside of the building to order to begin setting up a perimeter ward; It was a good idea to give himself enough time to wake up from any breach and react appropriately. He kept all his senses alert at the darkness that surrounded him. It was the dead of night now, and the building gave away no sources of light. He didn't have any experiences with the dangers of this world, and he wasn't sure just how fast, big, or strong some of the demons were. It would be quite embarrassing if he didn't even last one night alone in this world before being eaten by one of the many things that went bump in the night.

With his new home now secure, he wandered back into the building and went to the makeshift bed, leaving his wand in its holster still strapped to his arm. He had gotten used to being able to put his wand away before going to bed, but he knew he was going to have to start sleeping with it again like he had done in the war against Voldemort. His wand was now his greatest and only possession, it made sense to keep it with him at all times.

His mind began to race with the possibilities of this new world. He just hoped he was up to the challenge. His recent magic work must have tired him out more than he had originally thought because it took no time at all before his mind settled down and he was able to drift off into sleep.