Chapter 11. short chapter today. My day was packed yesterday. I tutored 3 people for over 6 hours yesterday. My brain still hurts. Ugh. Last tests and finals soon so expect some late updates.

I do not own buffy the vampire slayer or Harry potter

Chapter 11

It was dark when Harry came to and he wondered how long he had been sleeping, it couldn't have been long. He blinked blearily and looked around at a slightly familiar apartment. When his eyes landed on a picture of two boys everything rushed back to him.

No voices. Creepy smiles. New types of magic. Xander.

Harry sat up quickly and regretted it when his head swam. The room swirled around and he shut his eyes tightly, hoping the nausea would pass soon. He had no such luck and soon he was so dizzy that he knew he was going to throw up.

"Hey, are you okay?" an unfamiliar yet concerned male voice asked. Harry tried looked up at the person, but his head protested the movement. His last meal decided to make itself known and he put his hands over his mouth quickly trying to stop the inevitable.

"Are you going to throw up? Ew. Not in here, here hold on I'll help you to the bathroom."

"How thoughtful." Harry thought wryly, but he was grateful.

Strong arms wrapped around Harry's waist, but he kept his eyes shut. He knew if he opened them that it was over and he would ruin this nice man's carpet. They walked slowly and carefully to the bathroom. Once he felt the cool tile on his feet he opened his eyes startled. The next thing he knew he was bent over the toilet bowl, holding on to the seat for dear life as his stomach rebelled against him. Sounds of retching filled the room. (Author note: ew)

Harry groaned and sat back onto his heels. He still held the edges of the toilet seat, just in case. It was all too soon before he needed to use it again. It took three more tries before Harry's stomach was completely empty and the only thing he threw up was acid.

Warm hands ran through his hair and someone murmured softly to him. Harry laid his head down on the edge of the toilet seat and let the mystery man do to him as he willed. A few minutes later the hands stopped and the man moved away. Harry whimpered pitifully seeking the comfort of the other male. His throat was completely raw, his head ached and every ache and pain that he had developed at his time with the Dursley's made itself known.

The man was back soon with a cool rag. He gently washed Harry's face and his hands carded through the black hair again. Harry allowed himself to relax completely; he felt he could trust this man for some reason. After his face was washed his mystery caretaker left again and he came back only moments later just like the last time.

"Here sit back and take this, it's aspirin. It should help you feel a little better." His mystery caretaker's voice wasn't too deep or high pitched. He was quiet in order to not aggravate Harry's headache, but his voice was smooth and did not rasp as many people did when they talked quietly. His voice was just deep enough to be attractive and Harry wondered briefly what his bedroom voice would be like. Harry decided that he liked this person's voice.

Listening to the command and keeping his eyes shut Harry sat back and gasped as he leaned back into a hard warm body. Arms wrapped around him and a cup was put to his lips. Harry sipped the water; he did not want his stomach to reject it. The cup was removed after a few moments and he felt some pills press into his lips; he swallowed them gratefully before the cup was brought to his mouth again.

After he finished with his water, his caretaker's arms pulled him into a very warm and comfortable lap. He snuggled back into it and then paused. Despite being sick he felt safe, he had only felt this way once before.

"Xander" Harry's voice rasped. His throat protested violently and Harry knew that he would not be talking anytime soon.

"Don't worry, Harry," Xander murmured quietly tightening his hold on Harry, "I'll take care of you."

Harry smiled and allowed himself to fall asleep.

Harry was sick for the next two days. A high fever hit him hard and he spent the majority of his time in the bathroom. He sweated, threw up and could barely keep any food down. His fevers would spike uncontrollably and randomly. Whenever he thought it had broken it would come back with a vengeance.

Xander stuck with him the whole time. He would wipe Harry down with cool rags, clean him up from the irregular puking and feed him when Harry was too weak to do it himself. He held Harry when his headaches would flare up and murmured quietly to him in a soothing voice, hands running over him, trying to comfort him.

After the first day of being sick Xander's friends came to apartment. They wanted answers.

Who was Harry? Where did he come from? How could he do magic? Was he wicca? So many questions and Harry was delirious during most of them. He was in no condition to give answers and Xander told them so. After a few minutes of pestering Xander kicked them out and told them not to come back. Harry would never get better with them there stressing him. With guilty looks they left. Harry had never been more thankful.

The third day was a doozy. It started off surprisingly normal. Xander's friends returned, but did not harass Harry, they seemed to take Xander's words to heart. Occasionally Willow and Tara would come by and drop off homemade soup and juice. Rupert had dropped in once and given Harry a few books to explain what the hellmouth was, but Buffy, Buffy never showed up.

Harry wasn't mad. He didn't know the girl, but for some reason Xander was upset. He did not like it when Xander was upset.

After being bed and bathroom ridden for the last two days it was refreshing when his body decided to cooperate enough to walk around almost freely. He was still tired, but moving was not an impossible task anymore. He was currently in the living room watching TV, the news real for Sunnydale skimmed over the daily obituary briefly and Harry shook his head.

"It's sad how ignorant these people are, most of these deaths are caused as gangs on PCP." Harry had learned that they were really vampires. Xander had been quick to inform him so he would not invite anybody in to the apartment or anyone else's house.

"I wonder if the owner of the house I moved into died from 'gangs on PCP'" Harry shivered at the thought and was glad that the invitation was revoked every time someone new moved into the house.

He stood up off the couch and headed into the kitchen. Xander was reluctantly sleeping in his room and he had made Harry promise to eat and drink as much as he could. Xander hadn't been sleeping much while Harry had been too ill to take care of himself.

Harry was in the kitchen and halfway to the refrigerator before a headache hit him. This wasn't a normal headache, it felt as if his head was splitting apart and trying to rearrange itself. He felt to the floor silently screaming, the pain was too intense.

Every single negative emotion, thought and memory that he had been pushing back with his occulmency crashed through him. All too soon it became too much. Harry screamed.

Short chapter. sorry about that, but I don't have time to do much else today. I'm back to tutoring people today. Do you know how much it sucks to dream about math? Ugh.