We have made it to chapter 4! I just want to give you all a heads up now. I will not be posting any chapters from 11/23-11/27. I will be going into a wifi-less area for the holidays. If I can get my friend to do it I'll make a few chapters ahead and have her post them for me.

I do not own Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I wish I did but I don't. –looks around- I don't see any wish granting demons. Damn.

"talking"

"talking"

Chapter 4

Harry groaned as he dragged himself out of bed to make breakfast for his relatives. He had finally finished everything in that bloody notebook and almost every part of him was sore. His feet ached and his hands were cut up and slightly swollen, his eyes felt dry from strain and his back protested every movement he made. He was absolutely miserable.

"Snape should take lesson from these people. I would never get detention again." Harry thought grumpily. Not that he wanted detention; he would just try harder not to get it.

He stumbled into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and washed his face and left still blurry-eyed. He'd been pulling all nighters to complete all of the chores and he'd only gotten the last of it finished late last night. Or was it early this morning? He had managed about four hours of sleep or so last night, but they did not help much.

Once downstairs Harry began making breakfast for his relatives. His movements were slow, but sure and he frowned when he realized that he actually had to concentrate to make pancakes.

"This is bloody ridiculous! I can barely move." He thought thoroughly disgruntled. Halfway through making breakfast his aunt came into the kitchen. Her heels clacked against the linoleum tile disrupting the quiet.

"Hurry up boy. Vernon got a promotion and our flight leaves in three hours. We don't have time to wait for you!" She sneered as she looked over his shoulder into the pan.

"Yes aunt Petunia." Harry said quietly. Petunia took the time to actually look Harry over. She smirked triumphantly as she saw the he was nearly dead on his feet. This was working out perfectly for her.

Harry quickly finished the pancakes and set them on the table his ribs protesting violently when he bent over. He had spent yesterday replanting aunt Petunia's flower garden with new flowers. On Dudley's way out to summer school he went over to Harry kicked him in the chest hard and then turned around and went on his merry way. Harry knew they weren't broken, just bruised.

The rest of the Dursley's soon crowded into the kitchen and took their usual seats. They dug into the pancakes immediately and Harry stood there watching and waiting. Soon enough aunt Petunia looked up from her food and scowled as she saw Harry.

"Go take a shower and get dressed. We'll be leaving soon." Harry nodded and left the kitchen. He climbed the stairs as fast as he dared and gathered his clothes for the shower.

"By Merlin, I've died and gone to heaven." Harry sighed happily as he stepped under the hot water. His sore muscles begged him to take a long hot bath but he didn't have the time for that nor was he given permission to. He reached for the soap and began to wash.

"Plane? Promotion? Was that what they were keeping from me? Perhaps, they wanted to make sure I was docile during the trip." He didn't think so though. The Dursley's had never taken Harry with them when they went on a business trip with Vernon. They had always dropped him off at aunt Marge's house.

"So why take me now? I don't understand. Ugh." Harry stopped thinking and moaned quietly as he turned around and let the hot water wash down his back. He rolled his shoulder and tried to get all of the kinks out, but to no avail. The shower did help a bit though. He reluctantly turned off the water and got dressed.

"Mom, can we leave now?" Dudley whined impatiently downstairs. He wanted to stop by the bakery for donuts before they went to the airport. He'd heard that airplane food was horrible and he didn't want to starve on the long trip. (Author's note: Really Dudley? Really?)

"BOY-" Vernon started, but then stopped and glared as Harry came down the stairs fully dressed. Instead of yelling at Harry again he just stomped out of the door and got into the car. The rest of his family followed his example. Harry shook his head and walked out of the door as well.

It was quiet once harry got into the car. For once the Dursleys did not say anything to him. Dudley wasn't whining and being a prat, Vernon wasn't yelling or threatening him and aunt Petunia wasn't nagging and/or harassing him. It was kind of odd, but he decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth and just stared out of the window.

It took about twenty minutes to get into the airport and another twenty to board the plane. Vernon's boss had bought all of them first class tickets and aunt Petunia was disgruntled that Harry had to sit with them, but oddly she said nothing. Harry stared ahead at the movie they were playing and wondered where they were going.

"I have no clothes, nothing on me. Maybe aunt Petunia grabbed a couple of shirts and a pair of pants for me. Then again I doubt it. I remember one time she took me to Aunt Marge's house and left me there in summer clothes. Sadly, it was winter and Marge made me shovel the driveway every day even though she doesn't have a bloody car." Harry cut off that train of thought and tried to focus on the movie. There wasn't anything he could do now. His wand was back in Surrey along with the rest of his belongings and he hadn't had time to sneak it out of the cupboard with aunt Petunia watching him like a hawk.

-time skip-

Harry jerked awake as the plane's intercom announced their arrival the Los Angeles. His relatives woke slowly and grumpily and sat waiting for the plane to touch ground.

"Well at least I know where I'm at now." Harry thought not in the least bit relieved. He wondered if they were moving here now because of his uncles promotion, but he dismissed the thought quickly because they would have made him pack all of their belongings if they were.

Getting off the plane and out of the airport was a hassle. The people in the airport were pushy and didn't care about others around them. Even then it took a few more minute than it should to find a cab with a back seat that could fit all four of them. Dudley's and Vernon's girth was impressive and a few cab drivers shook their head and continued on their way. When they finally made it to the hotel they were staying at Harry was impressed. The place was huge! He did not doubt for a second that Vernon's company had paid for the place. His aunt and uncle were too cheap to buy a room in a 5 star hotel.

As he walked through the doors admiring the art work inside aunt Petunia grabbed his arms and yanked him back.

"Oh no Harry, you won't be staying here with us," she said in a kindly voice in case others around her were listening, "I found you somewhere better to stay. Come along now."

Harry looked at his aunt nervously, his stomach sinking. He did not have a good feeling about this.

His aunt hailed down another cab for harry and herself then leaned up and whispered quietly the address to their next destination. The cab driver jerked and visibly swallowed before nodding and speeding off. Aunt Petunia smiled happily, which was never a good thing for harry, and sat back to enjoy the ride.

Harry tried to shake off the unease he felt and looked out the window as they left the city. He didn't know how long they drove for but his dread increased as every minute passed.

Squinting he could see a small sign on the ground in the distance. It seemed to have been run over dozens of times. He quickly looked at it as they passed.

WELCOME TO SUNNYDALE

I'm evil enough to stop here. So I will. He'll probably meet Xander in the next two chapters or so.