Chapter 3

Harry walked up the stairs of the apartment building heading toward the door of Buffy's apartment. They were planning to go to the beach today and walk along the boardwalk, but for some reason he had this bad feeling in the back of his mind that he couldn't shake.

Knocking on the door he heard a familiar voice call out, "Who is it."

"It is your humble sorcerer dear princess, please allow me to enter and bask in thy presence," Harry called back dramatically.

Listening close he heard a slight yelp and the scrambling of bare feet on hardwood. 'Something's off today,' Harry thought. When the door finally opened and he saw her lovely shining face for the first time for the day he noticed a mournful look in her eyes.


"Good morning beautiful."

She invited him in and gestured to the couch, "Take a seat. Want some coffee?"


Harry looked around the apartment something was different today; picture frames had been moved, some of her mother's ornaments where missing, had they had a fight?

Buffy walked back carrying two steaming mugs of coffee, handing him one she sat down next to him on the couch curling up under his arm before taking a sip. "So what's going on princess? Something's bothering you."

"Mom and I had a discussion this morning. Since I got kicked out of my last high school and she got a really great job offer we are moving," she said with a long sigh. "It's some small little town about three hours away or so called Sunnydale or something."


"And what? We're moving at the end of the month. So it's not like we're going to have a lot of time to hang out if I'm busy here packing up the apartment."

Buffy uncurled herself from under his arm. This was so not how she had wanted this morning to go.

"So your mom is making you do most of the packing?" Harry asked a hint of mischief in his eyes.

Buffy looked at him pointedly, "Yeah. Why?"

Standing up and walking over to the stack of flattened boxes he saw leaned up on the other side of the room, with flick of his wrist his wand was in his hand. With a series of swishes and flicks the boxes where folded and taped. "What do you want packed first?"

"Well that's your room, most of the kitchen and living room done. You want knock your Mum's room out or let her do it?" Harry asked around an hour later, he was so glad that Tonks had taught him that charm last summer. It made traveling so much easier.

"Leave it," Buffy said hopping up from her bed. "She's gonna be wigged out enough over how much we already have packed. So let me get this strait, your headmaster guy shows up in your living room in a ball of fire, sits down with you and tells you all his secret theories about how this big bad snaky came back from the dead and this weekend you're going off to try and destroy a part of his soul?"

"Yeah that's pretty much it."

Buffy slugs him in the arm, "and you didn't ask if I wanted to go bad guy soul hunting?"

"Sorry this doesn't exactly fall into the category Vampires, this is a Wizarding mission thank you very much," replied Harry rubbing his arm where she had vented her frustrations.

"That's just stupid, why couldn't I come with you? You think I couldn't handle a little black magic?"

"Not the kind that I'm going up against. This is magic that even Dumbledore doesn't even fully understand," Harry breathed out a sigh. "I just don't think this is something that you'd be able to handle."

He saw her shift her weight and swing her fist out at him again, this time he reacted. Grabbing her fist in the air before she could land the blow, he never figured out why he did it but he pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. Several things happened in the next few moments: one Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, two she dragged him over onto her bed, and three her mother walked into the apartment without either of them noticing the sound of the door closing.

"What in the name of all that is holy is going on in here?" Joyce Summers stood in the door way of her daughter's room staring at the boy that had said daughter wrapped around him in an intense make-out session.

"MOM!" Buffy's face went from a pure bliss to absolute horror in an instant. "This isn't as bad as it looks."

"Oh, really? Well from the doorway this looks like my daughter is making out with a boy on my couch," Joyce said, her voice was tripping with sarcasm. "Who is this?"

Taking her first look at the young man that Buffy had herself entangled with, her eyes wandering from his hair to his scar to the rest of his face.

"This is Harry my Boyfriend," Buffy said meekly.

"Well Harry I think you need to leave so I can have a talk with my daughter now."

Harry looked over at Buffy, giving her a small smile and one final quick kiss on her cheek before he stood up from the bed. Grabbing his jacket from the back of the couch he left the apartment.

Harry was sitting up in his living room watching what was supposed to be television, honestly! Taking another sip of his drink he turned the set of and looked out the window. He hadn't seen her in two days; he assumed that her mother had grounded her or sum such. He reached and grabbing another cigarette lighting it with a tap of his wand.

The silence of his room was broken by a soft knock at his door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me."

Buffy?! Harry quickly opened the door and there she stood with her mom… and he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Come in, just give me a second to grab a shirt," he invited them in with a wave of his hand. Rushing into his room he tossed his cigarette into ashtray by his bed and scrambled for a shirt. He pulled on the first one that he found a black long sleeved button down.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening ladies?" he asked as he slipped into the shirt.

"We'll where going to dinner," Buffy's mother began, pausing at what was obviously a compromise she hadn't wanted to make. "And we were hoping that you would be able to join us."

"Of course, id would love to." He stepped back into the living room his shirt finally done up properly. "Was there somewhere that you wanted to go? I have a standing reservation downstairs."

"Really? How did that happen," Joyce asked a look of surprise on her face. "I've heard that reservations are nearly impossible to get."

"We'll I happen to own the hotel so I can do just about anything here." Harry just smiled when he saw the absolute shock in Joyce's eyes.

"So Harry, Buffy says that you go to a private boarding school in Scotland," Joyce asked as they sat at Harry's private table downstairs. "How does that work with running your hotels?"

"Actually I don't really run them, my account managers have been overseeing things since my parents passed," Harry said as he glanced up from his dessert. "It hasn't been ideal but it's worked until now."

"Are you planning to take them over when you graduate," Joyce asked taking another drink of her wine.

"Not really, I have plenty of money set aside so for now I'll just leave things as they are," Harry said as he set aside his plate.

"Then what do you plan to do after school?" Joyce asked looking across the table at the nearly 16 year old boy.

'That's a good question,' Harry thought to himself. What would he do after school, after Voldemort?


Hey guys sorry that it's taken me so long to update things have been kind of crazy at work for me and I've just been swamped.

I'll try to have the next chapter done sometime in this month if not it will be early Nov.

As always Reviews are welcomed as is criticism so long as it's constructive.