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CHAPTER TWO: From Above

Rupert Giles stood by his window staring out into the moonlight. It was an understatement to say that he wasn't in the best of moods. It had only been a few short months ago when Buffy Summers, the Slayer, was forced into killing her beloved Angel. Torn apart by depression, Buffy fled Sunnydale, and all attempts to find her since had proved to be useless. While Buffy was gone, her closest friends, Xander Harris and Willow Rosenberg and her boyfriend, Daniel Oz Osbourne had been trying their best to keep the vampire population in Sunnydale down to a minimum. While it was obvious to anyone that they were doing the best they could, it still wasn't good enough. They needed the power of a Slayer.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a loud rumble in the sky. He glanced up into and saw flashes of lightening streaking across the sky. While it was strange weather for summer, Giles didn't think there was anything supernatural about it and didn't think much about it. It began to rain, heavily; Giles was distracted though and sat back down on his seat. He had been looking up any reports of vampires being killed anywhere in the summer, any sign or clue which could lead him to the whereabouts of Buffy. Again, his thoughts were distracted when there was a loud clap of thunder. This time, Giles did get to his feet and walked over to the window once more.

"That's odd," he muttered, at the sight he saw. The entire sky had turned bright red, glowing with something…unnatural. There was another flash of lightening as it streaked down from the sky and hit the ground. There was something different about that lightening, inside the blue streak was something dark and…humanoid. "What the…"

Giles only stood staring for another second before deciding he had to investigate. Usually, he would ask Buffy to do it for him but as she had gone MIA…He grabbed his car keys and ran to his door, he paused, realizing he forgot something, and ran back into the room and grabbed a large wooden cross and a stake. It was night after all.

He ran to his car and opened the door. A few seconds later, he was driving toward were he saw the lightening bolt land. If he was correct, and he usually was, it landed in a graveyard about five minutes away. He just hoped he got there before anybody or anything else decided to investigate as well. With a quick glance at the sky, Giles saw that it had returned to the clear dark night. That was one positive, he thought, at least nobody else would be appearing from a red sky. He pulled up at the graveyard and with the cross in his hand and a stake tucked away in his trousers. Giles jumped out the car and raced through the graveyard.

Despite not knowing exactly where the lightening had hit, huge dent in the ground told him where it was. He raced toward it; luckily for him he was stopped by no vampires, and approached the huge crater that was now in the middle of the graveyard. Inside, was a teenager, a boy, about seventeen years old. His hair was short and black and looked as if it was styled in a way so it supposed to look messy. Giles jumped down inside the crater and immediately pressed two fingers against the boy's neck. There was a pulse, but it was weak, very weak.

What really worried Giles was the fact that teenager had survived this. Not that he was pretending to understand what was going on because he didn't, but he knew that nothing should be able to survive lightening like that and survive the impact of landing. What it meant was that whatever this was, human or otherwise, was powerful, very powerful.

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"Here we are, Sunnydale's resident vampire slaying team," Xander Harris said as he walked into Giles' apartment. He was followed by Willow Rosenberg and her boyfriend, Daniel Osbourne. "Not that we've killed any yet…but were working at it."

They walked into the lounge to see Giles sitting on his chair with a book out in front of him. That wasn't what caught their attention when they walked in, no, what did was the young man on a make shift bed with chains on his arms and legs chained to the wall. "Err…loving the décor Giles," Xander commented,

"Who is this?" Willow asked in a straightforward manner.

"That," Giles said, closing the book and standing up, "Is a very good question."

"You know what else is a good question," Xander replied, "Why is he chained up against the wall? Is this what you do when you get bored?"

Giles chose to ignore Xander and answer Willow's question, "I don't know who he is. But did any of you notice anything strange about the sky last night?"

"Yeah," Willow answered, "It turned red for a couple of seconds, then it went back to normal. I assumed you were doing a spell or something, but I could have been wrong…"

"When it turned red, this young man came from it." Giles stated.

Xander snorted, "You're kidding, like anyone could actually come from the sky."

"I'm not kidding at all." Giles said grimly.

"Oh…well…then…shouldn't we…you know…stake him?" Xander questioned.

"He's not a vampire, idiot," Oz said, "He's lying in the sunlight."

Xander turned to see that rays from the sun were hitting the boy head on. "Oh…right…"

"Is this why you called us?" Willow asked,

Giles nodded and handed the book he had been reading to Willow, "I need you're help with research. I need to know exactly where he came from and if needs be, how to send him back." Giles went to his book shelf and pulled off too more books, the first of which he handed to Oz who accepted it without complaint, however, when he handed the book to Xander, he looked down at it and groaned.

"This book is about as thick as my head," Xander complained, "Have you never heard of the term, summer holidays?" Giles just gave him a stern look, and eventually, Xander relented and took the book and walked toward a table.

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Hours later, the sun had gone down. The young man they had been researching on all day hadn't moved an inch, none of them were sure whether this was a good thing or not. Unfortunately for them, they had found nothing on the sky opening up and turning red and if possible, even less on people falling out of the sky. They all just agreed they would have to wake up to assess whether he would be a threat or not.

Agreeing that further research would just be useless, they decided that it was time to try and take over some of Buffy's slaying duties while she was away. As soon as they left the house, the man who they had been watching opened his eyes.

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Harry Potter had been through a lot in his life, but even he had to admit, waking up chained to a bed in an unfamiliar room was first, even for him. He wanted to stretch first for all, but realized he couldn't as he was chained up in a star position.

"Okay, either I've been captured by Death Eaters, or…" Harry muttered, "I was stunned from behind and locked up by a bunch fan girls with a rather large…dominatrix…fetish…"

After realizing that no one was around, Harry used all his magically enhanced strength to try and break the chains. Apparently, the chains were stronger than Harry originally gave them credit for as they proved to be a lot more difficult to break than he had originally thought they would be, of course, after a few more tries, he did break them. Harry sat up, now that his arms were free, he would just have to worry about freeing his legs. He looked down and realised he was still in the clothes he was wearing from his battle with Voldemort. Fishing around in his pocket, he grinned when he felt his wand in the same place he left it. Pulling it out, Harry muttered a quick unlocking charm and felt the chains around his ankle loosen. Despite the success of the spell, Harry was frowning, that spell took a lot more power out of him than it should have. It was only a first year spell, Harry could usually do those in his sleep, but this time, the spell had left him winded and feeling magically weak.

Harry jumped out of the bed and held his wand out in front of him. He was in the lounge, apparently, as the front door was right in front of were the bed was. There books in a large bookshelf along the wall and Harry approached them. It was too dark to read, and not wanting to turn on the light and alert people to his presence, instead he muttered, "Lumos." The small light appeared on the tip of his wand, however, the use of such as small spell had Harry feeling once again weak.

"What's happening to me?" he questioned silently, before shaking his head and putting it to the back of his mind, deciding to think about it later. He read some of the titles of the books on the bookshelf and saw they were books filled with magic and rituals. Not really surprising, considering these people kidnapped him, but then again, why didn't they take his wand?

Again putting these thoughts to the back of his mind, Harry quickly searched the rest of the place, finding nobody, but he knew whoever was here had been here recently. Questions continued to eat away at him, the first of which, where the hell was he? The last thing he remembered was defeating Voldemort, slicing his head off the rest of his body and then walking into that ball of magic. He couldn't remember anything other than that, but he knew whoever lived here had some answers for him. Fortunately for him, there was a map on the counter with a circled graveyard on it.

"Who the hell wants to visit a graveyard?" he questioned before shrugging, "Oh well, guess I'm just going to have to find out."

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The patrol was not going very well. It didn't take long for Xander, Giles, Willow and Oz to find a Vampire, but as Xander had mentioned earlier, finding one wasn't the problem, slaying it was. The vampire knocked Xander and Oz off their feet and too the ground. Giles had immediately charged forward and shoved a cross in the vampires face, making it back away.

"XANDER! THE STAKE!" Giles yelled, unfortunately for him, Xander had dropped the wooden stake when he fell to the floor and had to scramble around to find it. "NOW!"

"I'm looking for it!" Xander snapped back. Giles took his attention off the vampire for a split second to glare at Xander, this proved to be a mistake though as the vampire knocked the cross out of his hand. Giles snapped his head back around toward the vampire but was only met with a strong punch, sending him flying back and making him hit his head on a tombstone. The vampire turned and began stalking toward Willow, who was in the corner trying to stay out of the way. Before the vampire could get to Willow though, Oz came out of nowhere and jumped onto the vampire's back. The vampire only struggled for a second before throwing Oz of his back and down onto the floor. After being satisfied that OZ was out cold on the ground, the vampire once again turned his attention toward Willow. Fortunately for her, Xander had finally found the stake and charged forward, looking to stab the vampire in his heart.

The vampire saw him coming though and grabbed Xander's arm and flipped him over, making him land on the floor hard. The vampire then twisted Xander's arm painfully, causing him to drop the stake. The vampire picked up the stake and instead began to try and stab Xander with it. Xander fought back as much as he could but the vampire was physically stronger than him and slowly the stake inched closer and closer to his unprotected chest. The vampire grinned triumphantly as the stake lay only inches away from Xander, until a ball of flame hit the vampire in his back. There vampire turned and glared at whoever dared to attack him from behind while Xander just used the chance to crawl away. He regrouped with Giles, Oz and Willow who were standing together, staring at the stranger who attacked the vampire. Xander got back to his feet when he saw the vampire standing with his back to them, staring at the boy who attacked him. It was the same boy who they had left locked up in Giles' house.

"You?" Xander said, a little louder than he had meant to.

The boy's eyes just shifted toward the group for a split second and his eyes narrowed, "Because you recognize me I'm assuming you were the people that chained me up."

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Using the map, it wasn't very hard for Harry to find the graveyard in question, but it was a whole other issue about whether or not he should go into it or not. Harry would be the first to admit that he was not a hundred percent right now. The injury on his shoulder was still bothering him, plus the fact that he could barely use first year spells without finding himself utterly exhausting was not giving him the confidence to think he could defend himself adequately. He just shrugged it off, Harry knew that he was not like Voldemort and he didn't completely rely on his magic to defend himself. With that thought in mind, he entered the graveyard.

It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. There were four people, all on the floor, cowering from a tall figure. The figure standing up was standing other a young man with a wooden object in his hand, obviously trying to stab him with it. One thing Hermione was right about, he did have a "hero complex" and while not knowing exactly what was going on, he knew wasn't going to let someone die without some sort of explanation first. With that thought in mind, he produced a small ball of flame in his right hand, nothing that was going to cause anyone any real damage, just sting them a little, he was happy to note that he didn't feel a strain using his power, just his magic. He wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not yet. Without wasting anymore time, he threw the ball of fire into the figure stumbled forward before turning around and glaring at Harry.

Harry almost took an instinctive step back when the figure turned around. It had a humanoid shape and was about the same height as he was; it took another second to realize that it was a vampire, but not a vampire that Harry had any seen. If he had to describe it, he would so his face had been twisted into a demonic structure and with his sharp teeth and yellow eyes, Harry could assume that it wasn't going to be the winner of any beauty pageants anytime soon.

"You?" one of the guys that the vampire shad been attacking stated. Harry's eyes flickered toward them and noticed that they had all regrouped and was either staring at him or the vampire on fear.

Harry narrowed his eyes and he looked at the group of observers, "Because you recognise me I'm assuming you're the people who chained me up." Harry saw some of there eyes widen but he didn't have a chance to comment on it as the vampire charged at Harry.

Harry didn't draw for his wand like he usually would. If he couldn't even perform weak first year spells without feeling weak afterwards, there was no way he would be able to take out a vampire, instead he decided h would have to handle this using his hands and his power. To Harry's surprise, the vampire leapt forward and swung his fist at Harry's head. That's what Harry wasn't expecting, he had never known a vampire to try and punch someone before, usually they would just jump on you and try and bite you. Harry as fast though and was able to duck the punch but the vampire surprised him again with a well aimed kick in his mid section. Harry had never known a vampire to have any sort of prowess in martial arts before; this one must have been an enigma. Luckily for Harry, he was also trained in many forms of martial arts and quickly dodged a kick and a second punch before jumping backwards.

Thinking that if this vampire seriously wanted to fight him in hand to hand combat, Harry decided that he should show him exactly who he was messing with. He leaned backwards again and fell into a handstand position before planting his feet back onto the ground, he then bent his knees and jumped into the air and used his magically enhanced speed and strength to perform a back flip and land with his feet on the ground.

He caught the impressed looks on the faces of the people who had chained him up and the slight look of fear in the vampire's eyes and dropped back into a fighting stance. The vampire didn't charge forward and attack again; instead he remained where he was, about five feet from Harry, and glared at him. "Who are you?" he questioned, his yellow eyes boring into him, waiting for an answer.

Harry grinned, "Someone you don't want to fight,"

The vampire's eyes flashed dangerously with anger, "You think you can beat me, mortal?"

"Please," Harry said while rolling his eyes, "I've defeated worse things than you on a good day." Vampire growled and this time, did charge at Harry. Now, Harry was ready for the Vampire's strange style of fighting and easily parried away a punch and blocked a low kick by lifting his shin. Harry leaned forward and thrust his fist forward, hitting the vampire hard in his stomach, causing him to stumble back. Harry jumped forward and leaped into the air before connecting with a kick to the vampire's chin. Before the vampire could recover, Harry continued his attack flawlessly and hit the vampire with two strong right hands before connecting with a strong roundhouse kick, knocking the vampire to the ground. The vampire didn't seem to want to accept defeat and jumped back up to his feet and made to attack Harry, but stopped when he realised Harry's palm was on his stomach.

"Bye bye," Harry said mockingly before releasing a burst of flame from his hand, it spread around his body quickly and reduced the vampire to nothing more than a pile of ash. Harry brushed his off his hands quickly and shook his head at the pile of ashes that had been his foe. Finally, he looked up to see the group's awed faces. He turned toward them and folded his arms across his chest.

"Right," he said loudly, "Which one of you bastards chained me up?"

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