Hello everybody! I'm sorry for the late update, but it was my happy turkey day and I was stuck in a wifi-less area. If this gets put up online sometime soon than disregards that last statement they fixed the wifi.

Anywho…who likes the first Xander/Harry meeting? I know I did. It was fun to write. Don't worry this fic wont turn into crack anytime soon. Hopefully it never does. Someone asked me if Harry was going to get revenge on the Dursleys and the people at Hogwarts. Well, I'm not sure yet. I haven't thought that far ahead I'm more of a lets hope I finish this chapter kind of girl.

SHORT CHAPTER!

Of course I had to drop Harry in the 'hush' episode, those monsters were creepy little er…tall bastards.

I do not own harry potter or buffy the vampire layer…er…slayer.

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Chapter 8

Harry followed his unnamed and unsuspecting potential boyfriend for about five minutes before he realized that he still needed to figure out what really happened to everybody's voices. He looked at the male next to him and decided that since he was out that maybe he didn't believe all of that laryngitis bull.

Harry stopped and grabbed the other boy's shoulder and brown eyes focused on him confused. Harry motioned at his throat before motioning at his own. The boy frowned again and shook his head. Harry blinked. Sighed and tried again. Harry grabbed his throat and then moved his hand in an upward motion and sort of fluttered his fingers at the end. The other boy blinked slowly and moved his hands in a quack quack motion and harry blushed and wondered why he didn't just do that. Harry nodded.

"Okay so we are getting somewhere," he thought happily, "lets see if he knows anything."

Harry mimed his quacking and then left his hand closed and it sort of twisted it, the fingers jerking as if to mimic an involuntarily closed mouth. His companion's eyes lit up in understanding and then grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him down the street.

"And here I thought he understood what I was trying to say," Harry cursed himself for not learning muggle sign language and then realized that his escort probably wouldn't know it either, "I hope he is not taking me to a hospital, but I don't think he's sheep like the rest of the town's people. He would be holed up in his house if he was."

That was good because he didn't want his potential boyfriend to be gullible. He had enough of that from the wizarding world and their blind belief in everything The Prophet reported. No matter how completely and utterly wrong it was at times, well, most of the time.

Once again Harry followed his new companion and hoped that he was leading him to the source or a way to solve to problem.

They ended up at a deserted college campus his yummy had regrettable let his hand go and harry walked on his own accord.

"I wonder if he goes here," Harry pondered "he seems to know his way around." For some reason Harry didn't think. He pushed aside such irrelevant thoughts as they came upon a classroom. Inside were three girls and an older gentleman. (author note: Tara shows up early everybody! In this AU she was pseudofriends with willow already but willow doesn't know that Tara is a powerful wicca yet. willow just knows that tara was interested in it.)

One girl was clearly a bottle blond, she was petite and dressed in designer clothes, but Harry could tell that she was no pushover. She held herself with confidence and Harry decided to watch out for her. She should hold some sort of anxiety of the situation they were all in, but she did not. Since he still wasn't sure what was going on yet Harry thought it was bravery, self-assurance or stupidity.

The other girl to the right of her had light brown hair. She was wearing clothes that vaguely reminded Harry of a picture of a hippy that he had seen when he was in primary school. Now, she on the other hand was nervous her hands were fiddling with each other as she looked at the red haired girl sitting on the stool right beside her.

The last girl, the red head, also seemed to be anxious. She kept opening her mouth and closing it as if reminding herself that she couldn't speak. Harry would bet ten galleons that she was a babbler; maybe she could compete with Hermione when she was excited about the new book she found at the library.

Pain. Anger. Hurt. Betrayal.

Harry reinforced his occulmency barriers. He could not lose himself in his emotions right now. There was a situation at hand and he would not let his past drag him down. Later he would grieve for the life he had lost, rage at the betrayal of the people he had loved and trusted the most, and let himself panic at his new situation. Now he would see what these people knew and how he could help.

With that in mind, Harry turned to the older male in the room.

"He's wearing tweed," was Harry's first thought "he's handsome too. Not exactly my type, I prefer men closer to my age, but he is definitely 'crushable'" Harry paused and wondered where he had heard that God forsaken term. He wasn't that gay.

The older male had graying brown hair and glasses. As soon as he saw Harry he pulled off those glasses and polished them furiously. He wondered if the man thought Harry was a strange smudge on his glasses or if it was a nervous habit. Harry briefly wondered when he became so observant.

(Author note: I just gave up a daiquiri for you guys! You better be happy I'm working in this darn chapter)

The older man looked at Harry's yummy companion pointedly causing him to smile sheepishly. The girls frowned at them and Harry rolled his eyes. He sat down at a table dragging is potential boyfriend down into the seat next to him. He wasn't going to put up with the whole outsider bullshit right now. He had the feeling that they didn't have time for that.

Harry stared at the older man until he huffed and pulled out an overhead projector. Harry's companion looked at him in awe and Harry flushed. The girls looked at them unsure and with some hand flailing waving encouragement from the brown haired boy beside him the older male turned on the overhead.

Since harry was knew the red head thought it would be a good idea for everybody to know names. She scribbled on a piece of paper and held it up to harry.

"Hi my name is Willow." It said and the red head, Harry could now identified as willow, beamed happily as Harry smile back at her.

"Buffy" blonde held up her own paper. Harry made sure that his face did not betray any of his feelings although he could feel his lips want to curl into a smile because really, who would name their own child Buffy?

The brown haired flower child next to Willow was soon identified as Tara and the older male as Rupert Giles. His potential boyfriend turned to Harry and grinned as he held up his paper.

"Alexander 'please call me Xander' Harris." The paper held an impressive amount of doodles and designs for the minute and a half that Xander had it. Harry chuckled and held up his own paper.

"Harry"

The others smiled and nodded and soon everybody's attention was back on Rupert. Rupert, or does he prefer Giles, Harry wasn't sure, was going through a series of overhead transparencies that had drawings of some sort of creature. Or rather creatures. Rupert's drawings weren't very good and Buffy pointed it out only to earn a glare.

It seemed that these creatures called The Gentlemen had stolen everybody's voice in order to rip out human's hearts. In order to kill them they needed somebody to scream. Willow suggested music before Rupert said, or rather wrote, that it required a real life human's voice. Rupert then showed a transparency of a box. He explained that if the box was to be destroyed than everybody would get their voices back and the creatures would be destroyed. There seemed some kind of emphasis that the girl Buffy needed to be the one to kill the creatures.

Frowning, Harry turned to Xander and nudged him and wrote down on the sheet of paper "Why her?"

Xander looked at Harry blankly for a minute before writing on his own sheet "It's a long story. Buffy is a destined warrior, blah, blah blah and she can do things normal people can't do. She kills the things that go bump in the night. We wouldn't usually allow an outsider like you, but Willow did with Tara and I'm going to do it with you."

"He's using me as some sort of revenge" Harry looked taken aback for a moment. He was disappointed and then pushed it aside. It made some sort of sense; no one could trust someone implicitly at their first meeting. He hoped Xander didn't do things like this often if so Harry would need to rethink of his pursuit of the boy. He would not be used again; he had a lifetime of that. But, right now they had a problem on their hands and Harry needed to concentrate on that.

I think im going to leave it here. All is not well with Xander and harry's nonexistent relationship, but don't worry ill insert a small cute scene with them in the next chapter. Next chapter will also be longer, well see how thy deal with The Gentlemen with Harry Potter in the group.

I think the next chapter will have Xander POV as well. We can get inside his mind and see why he really invited harry to join their group. Thankfully, his views of harry are different from what harry thought. I'll see you guys tomorrow and thanks for the reviews.