A/N Just to straighten out a few things, this story is set just after Order of the Phoenix and right before Buffy moves to Sunnydale (to answer a question the original Movie was set in LA as far as I know, this is around 6 or 8 months after that and yes LA is Angels territory but not till after he leaves Sunnydale in the show as far as I'm concerned.) to start off the TV series. Please excuse me if I fudge up on some of the overall dates, I have very few reference materials available where I am at the moment. If someone would like to apply for my beta reader position I'm taking applicants now. Just PM me and we'll see if we can work together. There will be multiple pairings for Harry in this story, just don't expect me to have any Lemons or anything, cause to tell you the truth, I suck at writing them. Any questions feel free to review or PM me.

Chapter 2

Harry woke to the sound of the city blaring in from his open window, a mixture of horns and sirens that made up his daily wakeup call. He looked over to the bedside clock 9:42 it read, 'We'll might as well get started with my day,' he shrugged. He had been in LA for three day's so far and was having the time of his life. He and Buffy had spent a few afternoons wandering around the city giving him a personalized tour of all the major sights.

Stumbling into the bathroom, he started his morning routine, a shower, a shave, and a call to room service. He had been right when he had assumed that nobody at Gringotts had checked to deeply into his families' hotel ventures since his parents' death. Oh sure they reviewed the books and authorized renovations when necessary but they hadn't made an in personal inspection of the staff and management.

Not that they truly needed it but it was the principal of the thing, how did they know if the staff was being honest with them on the quality of service if they weren't challenged on it? But that was neither here nor there at the moment; his appearance had lit a fire under the manager's ass making sure his every feasible need was met. 'Bloody ass-kisser.'

Harry was shaken from his thoughts when he heard the door to his room open and close, "Room service."

"Be right there," harry called to the bellhop. Wiping the remainder of shaving cream from his face he stepped into the living room seeing his usual breakfast setting on the bar laid out for him, a mushroom, ham and cheese omelet, with a side of corn beef hash and a pot of black coffee. Harry pulled a ten dollar note from his pocket and handed it to the bellhop. "Thanks Joe."

"No problem Mr. Potter. You have a nice day," Joe the Bell boy turned and left him to it.

Harry wasted no time devouring his meal; he was finally putting on some weight, filling out his thin frame. He had been going out with Buffy the last two nights, patrolling for Vampires in the dark alleys of LA, according to her, he was shortening her patrol times.

Pushing back from the counter, he refilled his coffee mug and made his way to the balcony for his morning cigarette. He had just touched the flame of his lighter to the end of his blessed cancer stick when he heard a whooshing of flame in his living room. 'What the hell?' he thought. Pulling his wand he made his way to the double doors that lead back inside, hugging the wall to offer less of a target should his visitor be unfriendly. Peeking around the door frame he saw to his utter disbelieve Albus-to-many-names- Dumbledore! 'What is he doing here?'

Harry stood up and grabbed his still lit cigarette from the ground. Taking a drag, he walked over to the door way.

"I'm on the balcony Headmaster," he called, picking up his coffee and taking a sip.

"Ah, Harry. So this is where you decided to disappear to," the aged man said as he stepped into the morning sun. "When I heard that you had left your relatives home I was a bit worried you had done something foolish."

"Sir, forgive my bluntness but, how the hell did you find me?"

"Fawkes, as I'm sure you remember is a phoenix," Dumbledore seemed to take his rudeness in stride. "Amazing animals that they are, like to choose a companion for the duration of that person's life. I have had the privilege of being Fawkes companion for nearly 60 years now and we can communicate after a fashion. He has informed me on his selection you as his next earthly companion. Because of this he is able to locate you."

"Fawkes wants to stay with me when you die? Well let's hope that's a while off yet because Hedwig would get jealous and prolly try to peck my eyes out," Harry said with a laugh. "So what else do you want, other than checking up on my safety and disrupting my little vacation?"

"I wished to share something with you, something that is the key to defeating Voldemort once and for all," Dumbledore looked Harry in the eyes. "I have discovered how he survived the night your parents died."

Harry looked down at his coffee mug, "I think we're going to need something stronger than coffee for this conversation Headmaster."

And with that Harry walked inside the room and stepped behind the bar and began to pour a pair of drinks. Reaching into the small ice maker he placed a few cubes in each glass and poured a healthy serving of amber liquid in each. Passing one to the Headmaster he sat down on the couch and lit another cigarette. He waved for is mentor to take a seat, "So how did he do it?"

"There are many dark practices in our world, Harry. One such practice is a process that can protect one from death. It involves ripping ones soul apart and hiding it in a vessel, an anchor if you will, in case if your body is attacked and you are killed part of your soul is safe allowing you to be revived." Dumbledore took a sip of his drink, "Harry what is this brand of whisky? It is absolutely delightfully sweet."

"Jack Daniels Tennessee whisky infused with honey, it a nice change of pace form Old Ogden's. It's a muggle brand."

"I must say it is, I'll have to ask my brother if he ever thought of stocking it. It is defiantly a change of pace form our more harsh tasting alcohols," Dumbledore took another sip before he sat his glass down and pulled a long stem pipe from deep in his robes, snapping his fingers it lit. He looked over at Harry, "don't tell Minnie, she has never approved."

A burst of laughter exploded from Harry, "It's our secret sir. So do you think he did it? Made one of these anchors?"

"There proper name is a Horcux, and no I believe what he did is much worse. I believe he made 7." Harry looked at him wide eyed as he continued, "And I believe that I have found one and have leads on three others. I am actually going in search of the first one next weekend if you would like to join me?"

"Yes sir, I would." Harry felt ecstatic; finally the Headmaster was including him with something in the war. "Sir, do you have any idea of what it is?"

"I believe that it is something very personal to Voldemort, he has always thought himself connected to the founders, which he is, due to his ancestor being Salazar Slytherin. You have already destroyed one such item."

Harry thought about it for a minute, what had he destroyed of Voldemorts? "The diary."

"Yes, his first one, I believe."

Harry took a long sip of his drink. 'Well at least that's one down.'

"On a professional note," Dumbledore continued. "I have received your OWL results and I must say in almost all aspects of your education done very well. Well enough that I would like to offer you a position that I have never offered to anyone, I would like to take you on as my apprentice. If you agree you will have a position outside of the school norm, you will no longer be a member of Gryffindor house; you will not be subject to detentions. You will only attend three core classes, those being Transfiguration, Charms and Potions. You did by the way meet Professor Snape's requirement of an Outstanding, if only just. Otherwise you will be attending to lessons with me, studying some of the more intricate workings of magic as well as a wide variety of subjects that I think you will find useful. If you are interested that is."

Harry's brain was reeling, "I'd be honored Professor, will I need anything specific for our lessons?"

"No, I will provide the materials for our lessons. Many of the books we will use will come out of my personal library."

Harry nodded and looked around his room. Then a thought came to him, "Sir is there a more effective spell for killing vampires than the incineration charm?"

"Any reason for the sudden interest Harry," Dumbledore asked curious.

"Well sir, I met a girl here and it turns out that she is the Slayer. I've been helping her out on here patrols and the incineration and illumination charms work alright but there's a delay from when I cast them and when they take effect."

"Hmm… well I haven't gone up against a vampire in nearly 40 years," Dumbledore appeared deep in thought. "But I believe that the Fire Whip was the best method of dispatching such foes, burns right through them and if you miss your strike it helps to establish a bit of distance between you and your foe."

Harry nodded seeing the sense in his Headmasters words resolving to look it up later. "Thank you Headmaster."

"It's no trouble imparting experience to the young who are in need of such knowledge. Well I see that you have everything well in hand here Harry," Dumbledore said, smiling as he stood up. "I will let you enjoy your vacation and send Fawkes for you this next weekend if that is convenient for you?"

"Yes, thank you sir."

"Until the weekend then."

With that Fawkes appeared into the room in a ball of flame landing on Dumbledore's shoulder and with a cry of melodic music the pair vanished in an even larger flash of flames.

'I don't think I'll ever get used to that,' Harry thought to himself.

Half a city away Buffy was having a less than pleasant morning after her mother announced that in the wake of her parents' divorce and her expulsion from her last high school they would be moving and that is was time to start packing things up for said move.

'This so royally blows… I was going to spend the day with Harry again,' Buffy thought as her mom walked out of their medium sized apartment. They may of know each other for a few days but something about this boy just had her hooked… she didn't know what it was that made her just want to get wrapped up in his arms and stay there for the next decade or so. 'Huh… it's not like it would have lasted anyway.'

He has to go back to his magic school in a few months, where she was positive some other girl would just snap him up and make him forget all about her. The blonde shook her head, there's no reason to even be worrying about it. 'It's only been three days, he hasn't even tried to kiss me yet and here I'm acting like were dating.'

She moved to the living room and stared around at all the boxes that her mother had brought home so they could start packing… this so blows…

A/N

Another chapter done, I know it's taken me a little longer to get this one out but I've been a little busy at work. So I hope you enjoyed it and please feel free to comment and review.