Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Harry Potter . . . it should probably be mentioned that I don't own the big white house in the District of Columbia either . . . just saying that to avoid any confusion . . .
AN: This is an Omake file, little snips of Harry's life after the events of 'Make a Wish.' It doesn't really have much continuity but you can consider it all part of the main story if you wish. The other Sequel(s) are on the way.
A Black Halloween
Three months to Halloween . . .
"Gather round," Giles commanded. "I have a very important piece of information to impart."
"What is it G-man?" Xander asked with a smirk, "you finally going to admit that cricket isn't a sport?"
"I most certainly am not," Giles said with a the dignity he could muster. "My contacts have informed me that a man named Mr. Black has surfaced. Distinguishing features include the fact that you will be unable to remember any distinguishing features. He seems to favor dark clothing."
"So what's the big deal?" Buffy asked with a shrug, "he comes here I'll slay him. Just like I do to every other big bad that decides to surface in this berg."
"You most certainly will not," Giles said in horror. "For one thing Mr. Black is a great hero and for another . . ."
"For another?" Willow prompted.
"For another . . ." Giles's voice was horse. "For another, Mr. Black is one of the most dangerous beings on earth. It is quite possible that you would not survive attacking him unless he could be persuaded to see the humor in the situation."
The group went silent as they contemplated their mentor's words.
Halloween, several hours before nightfall . . .
Xander stood and stared at the rack in the costume shop, lamenting the state of his finances. Before him was an idea, something that would make him the most deadly thing to walk the streets of Sunnyhell . . . well, a representation of him anyway.
"May I help you?" The dry voice shocked Xander out of his daze.
"Hwa?" the boy jumped in surprise. "No . . . I mean, could you show me where you have the toy guns?"
"I could," the man allowed. "But why don't you tell me what fascinated you about that black outfit?"
"Just thinking about what I could do with it," Xander replied.
"Really?" The man sounded interested. "Forgive me, my name is Ethan Mr?"
"Just call me Xander," the boy replied. "I had an idea . . . but I can't afford to make it a reality so I guess it doesn't matter.."
"Nonsense," Ethan dismissed Xander's concerns. "The clothing you are looking at was supposed to be part of the uniform for some sort of soldier or policeman, but it is useless without any of the adornments so you may have it. Was there anything else you had your eye on?"
"A couple things," Xander agreed. "Why?"
"Because this corner of the store is reserved for items that have lost their context," Ethan explained. "You may have them if you like."
"What's the catch?" Xander asked wearily.
"The catch is that I avoid paying the trash man to take them away," Ethan replied. "It also allows me to avoid throwing them out. My mother would have never let me hear the end of it if she were alive to find out."
"Thanks," Xander said simply. "I . . ."
"No need to thank me," Ethan interrupted with a grin. "As I've explained, you are doing me as much a service by taking them as I am by providing them to you."
Xander spent several minutes gathering an assortment of items before taking them up to the cash register.
"I must admit," Ethan said as he poked through Xander's pile of items. "I can think of no way that you could combine these items into a working costume."
"Why don't I stop by tomorrow?" Xander suggested, "to tell you what I dressed as. It's no fun to just tell you."
"I agree," Ethan said quickly. "Tomorrow then."
Xander passed the next few hours modifying a few of the items to suit his costume and in what seemed like no time at all, he was standing in front of the Summers house.
"Hello Xander," Joyce said as she answered the door.
"Good evening," Xander replied without emotion. "I am here to meet with Elizabeth and Willow, are they available?"
"They'll be down in a few minutes," Joyce replied. "Who are you dressed as?"
"No one important," Xander replied with a small smile. "Just a man on vacation."
"I . . . see," Joyce frowned. "I guess that's more original then . . ." Joyce cut off as she noticed her daughter descending the stairs.
"Buffy . . ." Xander froze, that was not what his character would do. "Ahem, I mean you made an excellent choice Elizabeth."
"Thank you," Buffy accepted the compliment with an odd look on her face. "But wait until you see what Willow dressed as."
"Casper is right behind you Elizabeth," Xander replied. "And I have to say that of all the ghosts I've met, she is one of the more . . . memorable."
"Xaaaaander," Willow said with a blush. "Who are you dressed as?"
"As I told Joyce," Xander said. "I am no one of importance, just a man on vacation."
"Ok," Willow said with a frown. There was something about Xander's description that tickled the edge of her memory . . . ah well, it couldn't be important could it?
"If we are all quite finished," Xander spoke calmly. "Then I would suggest that we go to the school."
The group walked to the school and picked up their charges for the night.
"Hello children," Xander's face was impassive as he spoke. "I will be your caretaker for the night, I would suggest that you look as sad and lonely as you can. If you do then I think that you will find it an effective tactic. Another possible tactic is to say that you were missed, however I would not suggest using that tactic unless the potential reward was worth the risk."
Harry took a slow look around, something had brought him to this town beset by monsters and he was going to find out what . . . and then kill it.
"Xander," a shout interrupted the man's musings. "Thank god I've found you, something terrible has happened."
"Indeed it has," Harry agreed. "You have died and become a spirit."
"Stop kidding around," Willow snapped. "You . . . you've turned into your costume haven't you?"
"Hmmmm." Harry gave himself a quick examination. "It appears that I'm inhabiting someone else's body . . . if you will excuse me, I am going to follow the trail of magic back to its source."
Willow watched as her best friend . . . no the thing in her best friend's body walked off into the night. "What am I gonna do now?" The red head asked herself. A scream in the distance answered her question and gave her a course of action to pursue. "BUFFY."
"Back away from me harlot," Buffy commanded. Her fear disappearing under the rage she felt at being addressed in so familiar a manner by a common prostitute.
"Come with me," Willow said quickly. "I'll take you someplace safe."
"Very well," Buffy agreed reluctantly. "But be warned, if this is a trick then I shall have you soundly thrashed."
"Why did she have to read that stupid romance," Willow lamented to herself.
Giles looked up as two of his charges entered his inner sanctum. "Is there a reason you decided to return early?"
"I don't like your tone," Buffy said with a glare.
"Definitely regret loaning her that book," Willow muttered. "Everyone's turned into their costume, Buffy became her image of a noblewoman and Xander became some sort of traveler."
"Traveler?" Giles asked.
"Yeah," Willow agreed. "He was dressed in black and he said he was on vacation."
"What?" Giles went cold, "what exactly did he say?"
"He said he was just a guy on vacation," Willow replied.
"Good Lord . . ."
"Hello?" Ethan called out, he had the strangest feeling that there was something in the room with him.
"Hello," Harry replied. "There's something I'd like to speak with you about."
"Oh?" Ethan said nervously, "and who might you be?"
"Mr. Black," Harry whispered. "And I'm not happy about the fact that you've called me here."
"Perhaps we can come to some sort of arrangement?" Ethan suggested.
Giles burst into the shop fifteen minutes later and found his old friend Ethan cooling in front of a broken statue of the god Janus.
"Of all the people you had to annoy," Giles said slowly. "You had to annoy HIM . . . "
All was quiet on the hellmouth for the next week as no one wanted to be the one to find out if the boy that hung out around the slayer retained any piece of the one that had possessed him.
A hush fell over Willy's as a man dressed in black seemed to appear at the bar. "Beer."
"Um . . ." Willy shuddered, "yes Mister?"
"Black," Harry said coldly.
"Right away sir," Willy said quickly. "The best in the house."
The bar was silent as Harry took his first sip, "you know anything about a boy hanging around the slayer? May be calling himself Alexander or possibly Michael."
"Yes sir," Willy replied. "What would you like to know about him?"
"Just wanted to make sure I had the right town," Harry replied. "I heard that the little bastard was using my identity again."
"Again?" Willy squeaked.
"Yes again," Harry agreed. "He likes to play powerless to the point that he'll occasionally fake his own death. He only shows what's he's capable of when he thinks he can pin everything on me, I had nothing to do with the burning of Rome but I still get all the blame."
"Um . . ."
"Doesn't even arrange . . . ah to hell with it, you're not interested in my family troubles." Harry said with a smirk, "I'll be seeing you around."
"Family troubles?" Willy asked nervously.
"My idiot brother," Harry explained. "You said he was calling himself Alexander again."
"Alexander?" Willy managed to say before falling to the ground.
"Yes Alexander," Harry agreed. "Let's see how the little punk digs him out of this one."
Harry managed to hold his laughter until he was several blocks away from the demon bar.
"Well?" Xander asked.
"They fell for it," Harry replied.
"Can't believe it worked," Xander said in shock.
"They think you're my brother," Harry explained. "One who likes to pretend to be a powerless mortal. Have fun with it and watch out for fledglings."
"Thanks," Xander replied. "So I'll be seeing you this vacation?"
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "You've got the ability to do magic and there isn't a better place then my Island to learn how to use it. Bit of temporal manipulation and some quick modifications and Mr. Black's brother will be ready to come home and raise hell."
"Later Harry," Xander shook his new . . . brother's hand.
"Goodbye Xander," Harry replied.
AN: It is unfortunate, but I do not know enough about Buffy to consider continuing this. If someone wishes to take it up then they may have it with my blessings and a wish of good luck. Got the idea for this one from my group, someone made a challenge, there was a very good reply and I got this idea that I didn't write for a while. UPDATE: Someone has picked this story up and I look forward to seeing what they do with it.
Can't remember if I posted this, if I did then here it is again. If I didn't then enjoy.
The Black Patronus
A large crowd of students shivered in fear as they ran through the streets of Hogsmeade, fleeing one of a large group of Dementors that had somehow escaped destruction or subjugation in the last war.
"Run," one of them shouted to a young fourth year that had calmly drawn her wand and stepped into the middle of the street. "We've got to find the professors."
Ignoring the crowd's advice, the young witch took a stance and paused for dramatic effect.
"Expecto Patronum," the young girl cast calmly.
The panicking crowds paused to stare in shock at the silvery figure that emerged from the young witch's wand, the figure paused for a second before walking towards the now cowering Dementors with a look of annoyance on his silvery face.
The Dementors seemed torn between wanting to flee and standing their ground, and in the short time that it took for the silvery figure to reach them two of the Dementors had fallen to the ground and appeared to be sobbing in fear.
Finally reaching the Dementors, the silvery figure grabbed the lead Dementor and felled the creature with one well placed punch. Smiling evilly, the silvery figure rolled up his sleeves and began laying waste to Azkaban's guards.
"Who the hell is that?" A random man asked the young witch, "and why is your Patronus a human?"
"Death eaters attacked my family a few years ago," the young witch answered calmly. "My parents tried to defend us, but they were not skilled enough to fight them off."
"What happened?" The random man asked, engrossed in the girl's story.
"A man appeared," the young witch's eyes were shining. "The death eaters tried to curse him, but their best charms never seemed to hit. The man muttered something about how impossible it was to get some time off and that now it was being ruined, then . . . then he pulled out a small wand and muttered a charm."
"Then an anvil fell on the group of death eaters, crushing several of them." The young witch smiled at the memory. "One of the wounded death eaters screamed at the man, demanding to know his identity, and nearly fainted in shock when he heard the answer."
"What happened next?"
The two looked up at the odd noise and saw the silvery figure pummeling one of the Dementors with what appeared to be the creature's own leg.
"Where was I," the girl paused. "Oh yes, the death eaters surrendered their wands and begged for mercy, I also believe that several of them lost bladder control. After that the man stunned the death eaters and walked away, I . . . I never saw him again."
"What was his name?" The random wizard asked, possessed by a urgent need to know.
"Mr. Black," the witch smirked. "They say that a Patronus charm is a representation of all one's positive thoughts in the form of the creature, a guardian spirit if you will."
"And nothing makes me feel safer than the thought that Mr. Black is in the world," the young witch replied with a shrug. "No one that hasn't seen him in action can possibly imagine how . . . I guess that it's hard to explain but the result is that I have one of the strongest Patronus in history, in a form that even Dementors know to fear."
"My god," the man stared in shock. "You don't suppose?"
"I don't suppose what?"
"You don't suppose that your Patronus might actually be Mr. Black?" The man's eyes widened, "we know that he can't be human."
"I don't know," the girl shrugged. "The consensus has been that since a Patronus is based on emotion and belief, that maybe it's powerful because of the power that I know is possessed by Mr. Black."
"That your belief that Mr. Black would be able to tear through a group of Dementors is somehow powering your charm and making it more capable?" The man shrugged, "that could also be correct. I don't suppose you'd be willing to allow it to be studied some more?"
"I don't mind." The girl ducked to avoid a particularly large chunk of Dementor. "Give me your card and I'll get back to you."
Harry awoke in a dark and formless void, the last thing he remembered he was drifting off to sleep and now he had woken up somewhere strange.
"Where am I?" Harry asked.
"NOWHERE," a dark raspy voice replied. "OR POSSIBLY IN NOTHINGNESS, IT'S REALLY HARD TO EXPLAIN."
"Who're . . . nice scythe," Harry said in admiration.
"THANK YOU," a dark figure in black robes replied. "I'VE ALSO ADMIRED YOURS, LOOKS LIKE IT HAS A VERY COMFORTABLE HANDLE."
"I'm dead then?" Harry asked the chap in the dark robes and menacing scythe.
"NO," the figure replied. "YOU ARE NOT DEAD."
"Angry about the fact that people think I'm you?" Harry said after a moment of thought, "I am sorry about that. Things just have a way of spiraling out of control whenever I'm around. People take the most innocent comments and . . . well, you get the picture."
"I AM NOT ANGRY," the dark figure replied. "IN FACT, I FOUND THE WHOLE THING TO BE QUITE DROLL."
"Well good then," Harry said slowly. "Then may I ask why I'm here?"
"I NEEDED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING," the figure replied.
"YES," the figure agreed. "BELIEF IS A POWERFUL THING, PERHAPS THE MOST POWERFUL FORCE IN THE WORLD."
"Really?" Harry said in intrest, "Dumbledore's always maintained that the most powerful force was Love."
"THEY CAN BE RELATED," the figure allowed. "MANY PEOPLE BELIEVE THAT MR. BLACK IS A PHYSICAL EMBODIMENT OF DEATH, SO MUCH BELIEF FOCUSED ON ONE THING IS BOUND TO HAVE AN EFFECT."
"Damn," Harry lamented. "As if my life wasn't complicated enough."
"YOU WONDERED WHY I BROUGHT YOU HERE? YOU WISHED TO KNOW WHY I CHOSE TO SPEAK WITH YOU?" Death seemed amused by the whole conversation, "IT WAS TO WELCOME YOU TO THE UNION. MEETINGS ARE HERE EVERY CENTURY OR TWO. AND I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO WISH YOU WELL."
"SQUEEK," a small rat in a grim robe agreed.
"So what exactly do I have to do?" Harry asked with a sigh.
"JUST CONTINUE AS YOU ARE," Death replied. "ONE OF US MAY ASK YOU TO FILL IN IF WE NEED TO TAKE SOME TIME OFF BUT OTHER THAN THAT, YOUR TIME IS YOUR OWN."