Wait. What's this? Chapter 7? How can this be? Heads up everybody! Here comes some serious timeline screwing. Remember the gentlemen? The freaky guys who stole everybody's voices? Well they are making their appearance here! Dawn exists and Spike and Angel will show up soon.

BIG SURPRISE INSIDE!

One more time people: I HAVE NO RESPECT FOR TIMELINES.

I do not own Harry bleeding Potter and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Chapter 7

It took a while for Harry to regain his senses. He wasn't sure how long he had lain on the cold ground, but it was time for him to get up. Aunt petunia wasn't coming back and to be honest he had never believed that she would.

After having his life, his experiences, his sense of self torn by the seams harry was only sure of one thing. He was hungry.

Harry didn't remember eating today. He hadn't eaten before leaving Surrey and he ate nothing on the plane. This rather impromptu trip was the only thing that kept Harry from feeling hunger and now, he had nothing to stay it. His stomach growled angrily and he grimaced.

Harry stood up slowly and looked around. He started walking looking for a way out. This was no forest so Harry was sure he would either find a house or a road very soon. He didn't think it a good idea to stay in the grove at night. He hit a road soon, the very road that he and aunt Petunia walked down and he gasped as a lance of pain went through his chest. He closed his eyes and steadied himself before walking down the road. Maybe he could find somewhere to stay the night.

Harry was gifted with luck when he was born. Sometimes he had good luck and sometimes he had bad luck. This was definitely a mix between the two.

Harry could not find anywhere to stay that night. None of the hotels in Sunnydale allowed check-ins after sunset, not that he had any money anyways, and people just would not open their damn doors. After about two hours of looking Harry gave up and tried to find somewhere semi-safe to sleep. He did not want to sleep in the open in case someone found him and perceived him to be a threat or prey.

Searching for an adequate place did not prove to be very difficult. He found an abandoned house that was unlocked. The inside was rather dusty, but all of the furniture remained. In fact, it seemed as if whoever lived there just up and left. Well, Harry hoped that's what happened anyways. He shivered as he remembered aunt Petunia's threat.

He mentally claimed this house as his own and locked the door behind. He went to the kitchen and decided to fully explore his home in the morning. He grinned as he found a cabinet full of junk food. It seemed as if the previous owners had gone grocery shopping before they left. He was in luck.

Unfortunately for Harry bad luck was not done with him. Not even ten minutes after he had found his new house he felt a strange sensation. It was as if something important to him had been taken. He gasped and clutched the kitchen table. Coughing softly he swallowed and felt as if something had ripped his tonsils out. He grimaced and decided to go to sleep. Maybe the feeling would go away in the morning.

Harry returned to the living room and lay down on the couch. He fell asleep before his head hit the cushion.

When Harry awoke it was to a stream of light playing through the curtains. He turned and yawned stretching his arms out above him and promptly fell off of the couch. He cursed. At least he tried to, nothing came out.

He tried again and again.

"What they bloody hell is going on?" he thought panicking. He opened his mouth and tried to scream, he felt his vocal cords vibrate but they would not produce any sound. Harry started to hyperventilate and his body jerked, hitting the remote that was on the floor besides him. The TV turned on.

"-I repeat. Sunnydale, California has been put into quarantine due to an epidemic of laryngitis that has swept through the whole town. Residents of Sunnydale please remain in your homes until the illness has passed. This is Los Angeles News reporting under special circumstances for-"Harry turned the TV off.

"Laryngitis? Bullshit, I haven't ever been sick with a muggle disease before. Even with weakened magic I should be protected. Something else is going on here." Harry thought back to the night before and knew something weird was definitely happening. Magic maybe?

Harry was only sure of one thing; his new life In Sunnydale was without doubt going to be something altogether unusual. And so despite the warnings from the news reporter and that little voice in the back of his head that said this was 'a bad idea' Harry left his new house and tried to find answers.

Xander POV (Surprise! He meets harry one chapter ahead of schedule. I just couldn't resist. Spike stayed over at Xander and Anya's apartment the night before. My next timeline discrepancy)

"I can't believe that Anya would do this to me. After all I gave up for her, after all those orgasms after-"Xander cut of his thoughts and ran his hand through his shaggy brown hair in frustration.

15 minutes earlier

Xander had stupidly tried to call Giles and when he heard silence on the end and an exasperated sigh he flushed in embarrassment. He hung up the phone and went to find Anya. They needed to meet with the gang to see what was going on and how to stop this new baddie that had stolen all of the town's voices.

He and Anya had been having problems lately. She had been frustrated with him because he would not tell her his feelings for her. He loved Anya, god knows he did, but Xander was afraid that they would end up like his parents. Drunks with no love for their children. He didn't want to know if their love was just lust and passion.

So Xander made sure he never took the next step. They couldn't progress with one holding back. He knew it was wrong, he knew it was stupid but his previous relationships continuously weighed on his mind and he didn't want to lose Anya because he said three stupid words. I love you.

He thought about Willow and the fluke, he thought about his brief relationship with Kendra, he thought about Cordy and the Inca Mayan princess and Faith. Each doomed from the start. Was his and Anya's relationship the same? He was so damn confused.

Unfortunately, turning the corner into his and Anya's bedroom he saw his answer. Lying on the bed, limbs tangled were Anya and Spike. Bloody mouths working against each other in a furious kiss. Anger, shame, hurt and betrayal washed over Xander. He backpedalled and left the room.

Xander left the house, not bothering to see if they knew he was there, not bothering to see if Anya cared that he was hurt. His eyes brimmed with tears and closed them tightly, pushing them back.

"Well, at least I got my answer." Xander thought bitterly.

Harry POV Present

Harry huffed in frustration and came to a conclusion.

"The people of Sunnydale are idiots. An epidemic of laryngitis, really?" the streets were empty everyone had followed the news report to a T. he scowled, not one bloody person would open the door. No one was communicating and everyone believed that this was simply an illness.

"Could they all really be this blind?"

He closed his eyes and walked no one was on the streets so he had no worry of running into anybody. This however wasn't the case he soon realized from his rather comfy place on the ground. He groaned and opened his eyes and stared at the tan hand in front of him wondering if it was real. He looked up at the person the hand was attached to and well, he stared again. He couldn't help it! Really!

"Bloody hell! They sure know how to make them here in America" he thought appreciatively.

The young man in front of him, no older than eighteen was handsome, very much so. He was taller than Harry at 5'11", broad shoulder, tanned and had muscles that harry just wanted to squeeze. Slowly of course so he could appreciate them, he wondered what the other boy did for a living. Some sort of sport perhaps?

Enough about the muscles, those eyes, Harry had never seen a shade of brown like that before. Such a rich chocolate and from this angle a tint of yellowish green. Quite strange and exotic. He could absolutely see himself starring into those eyes as he ran his hands through that thick hair. Would he mind is Harry pulled it? Just a small tug, nothing to seriously hurt him or maybe he would like to pull Harry's. Harry would not mind if this hunk in front of him wanted to pull his hair. He would even grow it out longer for him, it already brushed his shoulders.

"Dear Merlin! He's smiling at me."

Harry eyed the unnamed boy's lips and wondered if he could steal a kiss without getting punched. Those were definitely kissing lips, or perhaps they would like to be otherwise occupied. He had porn mouth (author note: a cookie to those who guess where I got that phrase from).

"Oh gods and/or goddesses of Sunnydale I love you for bringing this gorgeous man to me."

That gorgeous mouth frowned at him and Harry shook himself out of his stupor and grabbed the hand in front of him. His future boyfriend had calluses and had a firm grip. Harry also learned that he was strong when he was pulled to his feet with a small tug. Or maybe Harry was just that light?

Harry smiled at the other boy and he smiled back. Feeling encouraged Harry opened his mouth and was about to speak before he frowned. The other boy seeing his problem grinned understandably and Harry blushed. The boy turned to leave and Harry eyes widened and grabbed his shoulder.

He tried to motion that he wanted to go with him and then the other boy frowned and then slowly nodded and Harry grinned. They carried on with their journey and Harry smiled happily. He had no idea where he was going, but as long as he was with his future boyfriend he didn't really care.

Okay, so maybe his future boyfriend probably wasn't interested, probably wasn't gay, could already be in an established relationship and was ignorant of Harry's interest. But Harry could work with that. He was known to do the impossible after all. So with disregard to his past and high hopes about his future Harry fully surrendered himself to his new life in sunny California.

Ha! I loved writing Harry gushing over Xander. Don't freak out though. Harry wont just magically recover from his trauma filled past. I hate stories like that. Xander wont suddenly confess being gay and bend harry over a kitchen table and forget all about anya. This chapter was just for fun because of the depressing scenes in the last two chapters. I needed to give harry some hope that his new life wouldn't be worse than the last. This chapter would have been longer but I'm leaving to a wifi-less area soon. Goodbye everybody and let's hope that I can get to a computer during my thanksgiving break!