I do not own or posses the rights to Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. There owners are far richer than me. Though I do wish I could kick the ass of whichever Network officials gave Joss so many troubles when it came to his T.V. programs. If I could make it so, Firefly would have never been canceled.

A/N Well here it is the first chapter of my new story. Please review and enjoy.

Chapter 1

Well I'll be damned

LA International Airport

Harry made his way out into the bright light that was California after the 16 hour flight from Hell; he was ready for a smoke, a beer and then bed. Reaching into his jacket pocket he removed his motorcycle and set it on the ground canceling the shrinking charm he'd placed on it before entering the airport in London. Mounting it he set off to find his hotel.

He had been surprised to learn from Sirius over Christmas holiday that his family actually owned a number of hotels here in the states. Real-estate was one of the avenues that his ancestors had chosen to make his family fortune what it was today, though according to Sirius his father and Grandfather where more focused along the lines of investments in muggle technologies, such as computers and up and coming software companies like Microsoft.

The Hotel he was currently headed for was called the Castle. Harry was sure that it would suit his needs for the duration of his little vacation.

He rode deep into the city finally finding his hotel, but as he dismounted he heard the distinct sound of a fight coming from down the alley to his left.

'Damn it all to bloody fucking hell,' he thought. 'I can't even go on vacation...'

He took off down the alley at a sprint. Half way down the alley he spotted a girl fighting three raggedy looking men, they were moving at near blurring speed, but the girl seemed to be moving just as quickly. She jabbed out with a wooded stake to the nearest mans chest and to Harry's shock he erupted into a cloud of ash…

'Fuck me,' thought Harry. 'Vampires.'

Without thinking, he drew his wand and cried, "Solarium!"

A bright solar flash burst forth from the tip of his wand, the remaining vampires spun blinded by the intensity of the light before they began to smoke and then erupt into flames, crumbling into piles of ash.

Harry satisfied that the vampires were gone, extiquished his wand and made his way forward to check on the girl. "Miss, are you all... Wow."

He leapt back as the girl wheeled herself around and closed the remaining distance between them, pressing her stake to his throat.

"Who the hell are you? What the hell was that?" The girl, that Harry could now see was blond with a pair of hard edged hazel eyes, demanded.

"Call me Harry, and those where vampires," Harry tried to back up a step if only to relieve the pressure on his neck. No such luck, she just pressed it tighter.

"No shit, like I didn't already know that one after I dusted the first one." She rolled her eyes. "I mean where the hell did you get the sun light emitting stick thingy?"

"Oh, that's my wand; you know being a wizard and all that. It's a pretty basic tool."

"Ah, so you're some kind of Merlin wannabe is that it?" The blond looked him over, "so where you keep your broomstick, up your left sleeve?"

This caused Harry to chuckle despite the possibility of having his throat pierced by her stake, "No actually it's tucked up in the saddlebags of my motorcycle around the corner. You want to see it?"

The blond looked at him as though he had lost his mind.

"I can see you don't believe me, but think about it you just fought 3 vampires and watched me turn two of them to dust with a solar charm. Is it that hard to believe in magic?"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when she lowered her stake, "Alright prove it. Show me some magic."

Harry looked around, "Right here? In the middle of the ally?"

"You didn't have a problem with it a minute ago." She raised an eyebrow, "What's stopping you now."

"Yeah well a minute ago you where fighting off vampires love, it's not exactly something I want to advertise."

"Fine, take me somewhere that you can show me." She stood there with her hips cocked as if begging for him to make some kind of excuse not to.

Sighing for what seemed like the twentieth time that night, Harry nodded, "Alright I was about to check in anyway."

Harry turned and walked back the way he had came when entering the ally, stopping by his bike to remove the saddlebags tied to the rear fender and walked into the lobby of his hotel.

"Welcome to the Castle," greeted the hostess at the front desk not bothering to look up, "how may I help you?"

"I'd like a room till the last week of August," stated Harry. "And call down the manager and tell him Mr. Potter is here for an inspection."

"I'm sorry sir but we require a weeks' notice for stays longer than a week," the hostess shook her head thinking 'Why is it always on my shift that we get the pranksters?' Again she didn't even bother to look up.

"Excuse me, miss but I happen to bloody well fucking own this hotel and I nether need or am required to inform you when I want to hold a surprise inspection of my property." Harry was getting irritated fast, "Will you do me a favor look at the crest of the hotel on that wall."

Harry pointed over the desk to the plaque on the wall, "What name does it say under that crest? I'll tell you, Potter! If you don't get off your ass and call down your Manager right the fuck now! So help me you'll be looking for a job by breakfast."

Harry's tirade caused the woman to jump and look to the plaque looking at it in fright, seeing the name and spun to the telephone dialing a number. "Sir I'm sorry to wake you but there is a gentleman here that claims to be a Mr. Potter the hotels owner. He wants a room for the next month and a half… yes sir, he's standing right in front of me. Messy black hair, green eyes, around 6 feet. Yes sir… yes sir… I'll tell the staff."

The hostess set the phone down on the hook and looked up at Harry, "My most sincere apologies Mr. Potter, I didn't realize it was really you. The Presidential suit will be ready shortly if you would just provide me with some kind of form of identification for me to log you into our computer system."

Harry simply reached into his pocket and removed his forged driver's license that Gringotts had provided for him. "Will this do?"

"Yes sir."

Harry turned away from the desk and walked over to a couch nestled in the corner of the lobby. Sitting down the blond haired girl moved over to join him.

"So this how you usually check into a 5 star hotel, or was that show just for me?"

"No and No. My family actually does own this hotel. I just happen to be the last member of my entire family, so I'm sure nobody has been though to give them an inspection for oh id day 15 to 16 years."

The blond girl gave him a curious glance.

"My parents died when I was about a year old. The banks have been managing most of my financial assets for me since then and I was only recently given access to my family holdings," Harry tried to explain going into as little detail as possible. "So what's your name? I forgot to ask back in the ally."

"Just call me Buffy," she said. "For more than that you better have some damn good magic tricks up your sleeve."

Harry smirked, 'Buffy… Interesting name.' they waited in silence till the hostess came over with Harry's license and his room key.

"Mr. Potter, your room is ready if you'll just follow me."

Harry entered the suite moderately surprised, he hadn't imagined that it would be so luxurious. It had a large sitting room at the center as you walked in, off to the right he say a full kitchenette, a bar along the far wall ending at the French doors that lead out to the balcony. Four doors lead to what he assumed were the bedrooms and/or bathrooms. It was perfect.

"Alright, we're alone. Nobody here to see your magical mumbo jumbo," Buffy brushed past him and flopped herself down on the couch. "Amaze me."

Harry sat his bags down on the coffee table in front of the couch and opened the side that he had stashed his broom and some of his school books. He reached in, feeling around until he felt the warn handle of his beloved Firebolt, removing it for her inspection.

"Wait a sec! How the hell did that fit," she said pointing at the broom and turning to look at his saddlebags. "In that?"

"Magic."

"Huh, well I'll be damned."

Harry burst out laughing at the absolutely puzzled look on her face. It was in a word 'Priceless'.

Buffy looked up at him, "What else can you do?"

A/N if anybody wants to give me there input I am open to constructive criticism, though I will not respond to open flamers or outright ass holes. I deal with enough of them in my daily life that I don't want to deal with them here.