So my test went well. I was surprised. I mean really I was! He gave us two extra credit questions that were worth 10 points each. I'm sure that I made over a 100 on that test. Woot woot! I'm also thinking of starting another story in a few weeks. Harry potter/blade/Buffy the vampire slayer. How does that sound?

Major timeline discrepancy coming up. The whole initative thing happened earlier in my world. I don't want to have to deal with it. just be aware that I moved "hush" to be right after adam and the thing with jonathan and…well I'm pretty much skipping a lot of stuff. They just don't fit with my fic. In the next few chapters or so I'll start at the next season with "Buffy Vs. Dracula" things will go a lot differently with Harry in the picture. I also need to allow Xander's and Harry's relationship to grow. Too much fluff and lust without each knowing enough about the other's characters and experiences

I got the sweetest review from Henny 1991. It made me feel all warm and fluffy inside.

"thinking"

"talking"

Chapter 14

Harry POV

It was the next day before Harry realized that he couldn't keep mooching off of Xander. It was unfair. He had money. At Gringotts…he just had to get to it and he did have someplace to stay. He hadn't fully looked at the house he had squatted at a few nights ago. Between The Gentlemen, getting sick and having a breakdown he just hadn't found the time.

His slytherin side reared its head when he decided that he didn't want Xander to know that he had been completely abandoned here. He wanted to find a way to stay here under the radar and going to the Sunnydale police wouldn't help him any. They might be incompetent, but they would still ask questions that Harry either couldn't or didn't want to answer.

Harry needed to figure out what he needed to do here in order to live here without Xander suspecting anything. He huffed quietly and leaned his head back against the couch, closing his eyes.

"Okay, I need to go through that house first and see if I find anything useful. I need to clean it up if I am to live there and I will be definitely throwing those bed sheets away. Who knows what kind of people lived there. Ew. I can probably pawn some stuff in the house I won't need. I'll need money. I'm sure I saw a few shops when I first got here." Harry pursed his lips as he remembered exactly how he had gotten to Sunnydale and what happened.

"Oh and keeping the house. I wonder how I can get them to keep the lights, electricity and cable on without the right paperwork. Maybe I can just pay them a little more than usual…" he continued his train of thought.

"I'll need papers. Birth certificates, high school transcripts things like that. I wonder if I can find somebody here that can make some. Xander said this town is full of pretty shifty people so I should be able to find someone who would be willing for the right price. I have the feeling I won't be able to get to a Gringotts any time soon so I'll need to find a way to make some money. I'll run out of stuff to pawn eventually."

Harry wasn't sure what to do about this. Maybe he could clean homes for a modest fee or cook? He really didn't know how to do much else. Well, that was a lie. He had learned quite a bit from his last few days with the Dursley's. He just wasn't sure how to put those miscellaneous skills to good use. He decided to concentrate on what he knew he could do now. Get back to his new home and clean it up. Now all he had to do was find a way to get there without Xander knowing what he was up to.

"Well, that was easy," Harry thought walking down the street. Apparently Xander was starting his first day of work today at some fast food place named The Double Meat Palace. Harry didn't know what it was, but he figured it was something greasy and gross. He grimaced.

"I hope Xander doesn't actually eat that crap. I can do better." Maybe he would pick up some groceries on the way back. Xander hadn't minded him leaving the apartment, but he had requested that Harry come back before it got dark. He didn't want to leave Harry alone especially since he was still recovery.

Harry felt better already. Yesterday he had felt a good bit of his tension release with a few words from Xander. Afterward they had eaten pizza, Harry had mushrooms on his half and Xander had pepperoni on the other, they had sat around with the TV off and just talke

Flashback

"So, you're British." Xander looked at Harry curiously and the green eyed boy nodded, "so what brings you to sunny California, more specifically Sunnydale, it's not the best nor the safest place in the world."

Harry shrugged. "I inherited a house from some distant relative, and I decided to come see it. I…I don't have anywhere else to go. Once my aunt heard about the house she got me the first plane ticket out of England. We never got along you see? And now…I just don't have anywhere else to go. I had just gotten here the day before the incident with The Gentlemen and well you know the rest." Harry decided to stick as close to the truth as possible. It was easier to work with a half truth then a lie. He didn't want to tell Xander that his aunt had actually left him here to die.

Xander nodded slowly, but stiffly. Harry could tell that he didn't like what he had heard.

Harry took deep breath before continuing.

"She didn't like what I could do. That…that thing with The Gentlemen. She never liked it, she hated it, hated me and she got rid of me the moment she could."

"You mean your magic; you don't feel like a Wicca witch." Xander studied Harry trying to see if his question was too prying.

Harry flinched.

"No…I'm not like Willow and Tara. My magic, my magic comes from inside of me. I-I'm sorry I just can't. I can't" Harry shook his head violently and started as Xander reached over and pulled him into his arms. Xander shifted so they were both lying down on the couch. Harry lying on Xander's chest. Harry flushed and looked away from Xander's intense gaze.

"So, what about you huh?" Harry wouldn't be the only one to give away info, "I'm pretty sure normal people cant sense witches. Unless you have some sort of freaky x-ray magic vision thing going on."

Xander gave a surprised laugh and Harry giggled as Xander's chest moved up and down. Wait, he didn't giggle, he chuckled dammit, chuckled. When Xander calmed himself he grinned.

"Nah, none of that, but its sort of hard to explain. You see, I um…okay this is harder than I thought," Xander sighed and then started again, "back in high school I was kind of possessed by a primal hyena spirit. Some stuff just kind of stuck afterword and I'm kind of more magic sensitive than I let on. I haven't told the girls or Giles yet and I really don't plan on it. They might try to 'fix' it and won't believe me when I say this is part of who I am now. I just can't give up such a large part of myself to make them feel better. Do you understand?" Xander's voice grew pensive.

Harry wiggled until he was facing Xander again.

"Yeah I understand." He said looking into his eyes. Xander grinned up at him and Harry stared transfixed at the sight. Xander really was beautiful when he smiled. Harry mentally shook his head, trying to clear such thoughts. Now was not the time, especially since he was right on top of him.

"Oh god I'm on top if him." He blushed and slowly crawled off of Xander and got off of the couch. Xander looked at him concerned.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing I just need to go to the bathroom, I'll um…I'll be back." Harry left the room as quickly as he could with a hard on. Once there he took a few minutes to get his body back under control.

When he entered the living room again Xander was sitting up on the couch and Harry had to hold in a disappointed sigh. He sat back down.

"So, if you could be any cookie which one would you be?" Xander asked.

Harry turned and stared at Xander wondering if he really had asked that question. The rest of their conversations for the night were inane, silly, and it was the most fun that Harry had in a long time.

End flashback

Harry walked up the driveway to his new home. It was in pretty good condition and Harry didn't think it would need any repairs. Before walking inside he searched around the door for a spare key. The previous owners were stupid enough to leave a welcome mat on the ground so why wouldn't they leave a key?

Harry found one easily and he grabbed the welcome mat before going inside. He didn't want any unwanted visitors. Who knows what sort of creatures could take advantage of it.

The inside of the house was normal. Typical furniture in all of the rooms, a TV in the living room, half decent bathroom and a nice kitchen. It was a two story house and had three bedrooms, two baths and a study. Harry hoped a family hadn't lived here, but he saw no children's toys or comic books around or whatever normal teenagers entertained themselves with.

The main bedroom was in pristine condition, but Harry made a mental note to throw out the sheets and comforters in all of the bedrooms. He didn't know of the persons uh, nightly transgressions. It actually kind of grossed him out thinking about it. The house had no picture and everything had a fine coating of dust. He guessed the house had been empty for a month or so. Most of the groceries were fresh enough except the standard perishables in the fridge. He would have checked the milk cartoon for a date, but the person who lived here before either hadn't bought milk or had used it all soon after buying it.

Harry headed downstairs to check the last area of the house, the basement.

The stairs did not creek as he made is way down. He flipped the light on that was at the end of the stairs and stared stunned at the sight before him.

The basement was surprisingly well lit but the décor still gave it dark feel. There was a nice wooden desk in the corner and a few big comfortable looking red chairs. Candles both used and new practically covered the whole room. The walls were lined with books and a few cabinets and tables. But what made Harry the most shocked and afraid was the huge pentagram on the floor. He walked closer to it, making sure not to touch it. The candles at each point were melted down completely and Harry shivered. Some major magic occurred here and Harry wasn't sure whether it was good or bad.

He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on his new magic sight. The same sight that he had playfully accused Xander of having. He opened his eyes slowly and stared in awe at the room.

This was no amateur with an obsession. This was an older, more experienced magic user. Almost every surface in the room was coated in residual magic. He could see that some objects in the room had magic themselves; various purples, greens, reds and whites surrounded him it was beautiful. He looked down at the pentagram and stumbled back. The magic on the pentagram was dark and shadow like. What terrified Harry the most was that a strand of that shadow like magic had been reaching for him. If he had not seen it in time…

Harry bolted up the stairs and got a glass of water. Standing from the top of the stairs he through it down and watched as it hit the pentagram, messing up its markings. He was glad that it had been drawn out of chalk. The shadows slowly fizzled away and all that was left was a harmless smudged drawing. He walked down the stairs cautiously, ready to bolt back up and out the door any moment.

When his feet touched the floor of the basement the very air seemed to sing. The atmosphere lightened and he felt the ambient magic in the room welcome him. He shivered at the feel, but not in fear. It felt a lot like Hogwarts welcoming him back each year.

He carefully circled the room looking for any more danger and was glad when he found nothing that could harm him. Well, without provocation of course. Some of the items in this room were very powerful. He scanned the bookshelf. And was impressed and surprised at the collection. It contained Wicca books, wizarding and various branches of magic that Harry had never even heard of. He eyed the books on wards particularly. They could be useful once Harry figured out how they worked.

"Maybe I should have taken an arithmancy course in Hogwarts. Don't they help with wards? Or maybe I'm confusing that class with another. "He mentally shrugged.

Harry grabbed a few normal things from around the house to pawn. Harry walked out the house making sure to lock the door behind him. Not that it had helped the previous owner any. He was still confused about that though, how could the previous owner be so adept at magic and still have a welcome mat and a hidden key at the front door. It was stupid, just plain stupid. Even someone confident in their abilities wouldn't give their enemy a way to attack him.

"But maybe he had wards…they could have stopped anyone from bad intentions from coming inside." Harry paused running that thought through his mind again, "wards don't stop harm from inside though so whatever he was dabbling in must have gotten him. Maybe it was too strong."

"I wonder if I'll be able to learn how to put up wards. They could be very useful. I could keep Xander and his friends houses safe stop the bad guys from coming in, like with that happened with the gentlemen."

"I wish I knew how to put up wards." Harry sighed.

"Wish granted."

Holy shit! I did not see that coming! Hey slyaddiction was this good enough for you? I seriously think you hacked my laptop overnight. Um…I have no idea what is going to happen next chapter anymore. I'll have to brainstorm a bit today. I hope you guys enjoys the chapter!