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“Spoken Dialogue.”
“Mental Communication/Telepathy.”
‘Inner thoughts/thinking.’
The Chosen Ones: Chapter 2
-Purgatory-
Harry and Buffy were sitting on the couch facing each other as they held hands.
Occasionally, one of their thumbs would lightly move over the top of the other’s hand. It was a simple action meant to convey fondness. However, the two teenagers weren’t aware that they were doing it.
Harry started telling Buffy about his life at the Dursleys. She did laugh when he described how they looked, and he thought she had a cute laugh.
The green-eyed boy talked about being forced to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs and being locked inside it every night. He spoke of how he was a slave to them and forced to do all the chores, even cooking. He explained how they barely fed him and would withhold food to punish him for some perceived slight.
Harry talked about how his Aunt Petunia loved to slap him around, and his Uncle Vernon loved to beat him. He explained how his Cousin Dudley loved to punch him, while also being encouraged to do so by his parents.
The raven-haired boy told Buffy that the Dursleys ensured not to go too far to warrant a hospital visit, and how they explained away the bruises they gave him by him being clumsy and a delinquent. He talked about the rumors his aunt and uncle spread about how his dad was a layabout and a drunk, while his mother was a drug-addicted whore. He said he didn’t learn the truth about his parents until his 11th birthday.
Harry explained how his Cousin Dudley and his friends were the local bullies, and they would beat up anyone who tried to befriend him. He told the blonde Slayer how they played Harry Hunting, where they would chase him until they caught him and beat him up. He mentioned how he had first fought back and how he got beaten by his uncle for doing so.
The green-eyed wizard talked about his first day at school and how he didn’t even know his own name because, at that point, he thought his name was Boy or Freak. Because that was all his aunt, uncle, and cousin ever called him.
Harry explained that once school started, he did really well on a test, and it was better than what his cousin did, who was an idiot. He told Buffy how his aunt and uncle accused him of cheating, then how his uncle beat him and yelled that he better not do it again. He explained that, after that day, he started holding himself back in school to ensure he would never get better grades than his cousin again.
Harry told the blue-eyed girl about the day at the zoo and talking to the snake, while not knowing how or why it was possible. He smiled when he spoke about the disappearing glass and how Dudley got trapped in the enclosure.
She laughed at that and squeezed his hand while smiling at him.
“I’m sorry you had to suffer like that, Harry. But how is it that no one interfered or even reported possible abuse, especially the teachers?” Buffy voiced a question that was on her mind.
She was horrified, saddened, and angry about his treatment by his relatives.
‘How could they treat Harry like that? He is so nice, cute, sweet, polite, and cute, really really cute.’ Buffy thought to herself while she looked at him, and an image of him lying naked on a bed flashed in her mind’s eye again.
The 16-year-old girl felt a familiar tingle between her legs again, but ignored it.
“I’m pretty sure magic was involved to keep me in that house. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone did report something. But with magic, it would be easy to erase or even modify memories to cover them up. I know who is responsible now, and there is no way that he didn’t know about what exactly went on in that house.” Harry replied while giving Buffy a soft smile and gently squeezing her hand to return the sentiment.
He was angry about his treatment by the Dursleys and wondered if the way his uncle, aunt, and cousin acted was real or if magic was involved.
Buffy’s question did make him wonder if Remus Lupin found him at some point and ended up with his mind wiped as well.
‘I wonder if any of my mom’s friends tried finding me, too, and got mine wiped.’ Harry thought to himself as an afterthought.
The 14-year-old wizard was about to keep talking until he looked out the window and saw it was getting darker outside.
“Buffy, is it supposed to get darker outside?” Harry asked the beautiful blonde girl sitting next to him, who was holding his hand.
She looked out the window before replying.
“Yeah, that is normal. There is a day and night here. It is how I’ve been keeping track of how long I have been here.” Buffy started replying and would have kept going if she hadn’t been interrupted by the rumbling of her stomach. “Okay, that was embarrassing.” She said with a laugh in her voice. “How about we stop for now and have dinner?” She asked the cute boy while looking into his emerald-green eyes.
Harry chuckled before giving the blonde Slayer a roguish, flirting smile that Fleur loved.
“Sounds great to me, Buffy. How about you pick what we have for dinner tonight?” Harry replied while looking at the beautiful blonde girl, who reminded him of Fleur and Luna.
The teenage girl felt a warmth inside of her when she saw the smile he gave her.
“Sure, Harry.” Buffy replied while giving him one of her brilliant, sunny smiles as she looked at him.
Buffy and Harry let go of each other’s hands before getting off the couch and walking toward the kitchen table for dinner. Then she made a sausage and pepperoni pizza appear on the table, along with a few cans of pop.
“Pizza, a classic American dinner, along with Dr. Pepper, which is the best drink to go along with it.” Buffy cheerfully said, earning a laugh from Harry that made her insides flutter.
While eating dinner, they chatted about random things and compared their worlds.
After eating and washing up, the blue-eyed girl spoke up first.
“Harry, how about we watch some TV for the rest of the night, and you tell me more about yourself tomorrow after breakfast?” Buffy asked the raven-haired boy with a smile.
He thought her smile was as beautiful as a sunrise and saw how her electric-blue eyes sparkled with happiness.
“Sure, Buffy. What did you have in mind?” Harry replied while secretly hoping she would sit close to him again.
“Let’s watch a movie.” Buffy said before a DVD popped into her hand.
She went to put it in while he sat down on the couch.
After putting the DVD in the player, Buffy sat by Harry and took his hand to hold as Billy Madison, starring Adam Sandler, started playing on the large-screen TV.
While watching the movie, they shared a large bowl of popcorn that Harry had the room make for them.
When the movie was over, the teenage wizard spoke up.
“That was a great movie, Buffy. It was a perfect way to end the night.” Harry said while squeezing her hand to convey his thanks.
“You’re welcome, Harry. I’m going to shower and get ready for bed. See you soon.” Buffy happily said while looking at him.
She squeezed the raven-haired boy’s hand before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
When the teenage girl walked out of the bathroom after her shower, she was surprised by the change she saw in the room.
“Harry, why did you change both beds?” Buffy curiously asked while she looked at hers.
“They are the same ones we used in my dorm room at Hogwarts. They have curtains you can pull around the bed for privacy. I thought that because there aren’t any bedrooms here. You might like some privacy as we sleep.” Harry replied while he looked at the beautiful blonde girl with a soft and honest smile.
“Thank you, Harry, that was very thoughtful and sweet of you.” Buffy said before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.
She walked to her bed, got in it, and pulled the curtains closed.
While lying in bed, the teenage girl wondered if she started crushing on Harry because she was lonely and alone here in Purgatory, or because she did like him.
‘Harry is definitely a hottie, and he is so sweet.’ Buffy thought to herself before closing her eyes to get some sleep.
While sleeping, Buffy dreamt about her and Harry going on a date together at the Bronze. They were dancing and making out.
Harry walked to his bed and got in it before pulling the curtains closed.
While the raven-haired boy was lying in bed, he thought about how grateful he was that Buffy was with him here in Purgatory and that he wasn’t alone.
Harry didn’t know it, but Buffy had similar thoughts to his own.
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Buffy woke up the following morning to a most amazing smell. So she got out of bed to track it down and was surprised to find Harry in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for them.
‘That is so sweet of him.’ Buffy thought to herself with a small smile.
“Good morning, Harry. You didn’t have to cook breakfast.” Buffy said in her perky voice while smiling as she looked at him.
She thought he looked incredible in the morning and wondered if the food tasted as good as it smelled.
“I know, but I wanted to make you breakfast instead of something premade that this place makes. I thought you might like something different for a change.” Harry told the blue-eyed girl with genuine honesty in his voice, and it was shown on his face, which she noticed.
“I really appreciate that, Harry. I will be back in a few.” Buffy said before walking past him and giving his arm a light squeeze to show her appreciation for his thoughtfulness.
After she took care of her morning needs, the blonde Slayer sat at the table and started eating.
After a few bites, Buffy let out a half-humming and half-moaning sound.
“Wow, Harry, this tastes amazing. Way better than what my mom makes for breakfast.” Buffy happily said and gave him a small, flirty smile before continuing to eat her breakfast.
‘Not only does he cook, but he’s incredible at it. Mom would tell me to snag him up as a boyfriend quickly.’ Buffy thought to herself while enjoying the breakfast the cute boy had made for her.
After they finished eating breakfast, the teenage girl spoke up.
“Harry, I usually exercise in the morning.” Buffy casually said while looking at him. “Would you like to join me?” She cutely asked with a tilt of her head.
The green-eyed wizard heard the hopeful tone in her voice that he would join her.
“Sure, Buffy, that would be great. I normally run around the lake at Hogwarts every morning to stay in shape.” Harry replied while looking at the beautiful girl standing in front of him.
It also increased his stamina in bed, which Fleur loved.
“Thanks, Harry. I’m going to change into something to exercise in.” Buffy happily said with a brilliant smile before heading into the bathroom to change her outfit.
She decided to wear something to show off her body to him. It was only fair because she saw him naked, after all. She also wanted to see Harry like that again.
After Buffy left to change her clothes, Harry quickly had Purgatory make him a pair of gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt. Then he had the room move the furniture out of the way.
A few moments later, he heard the bathroom door open and looked at Buffy.
She was wearing tight black yoga pants and a tight light pink T-shirt. Both showed off the curves of her petite, nubile body.
Harry liked what he saw as his eyes quickly roamed over her.
‘Merlin, she has an amazing body to go with her beautiful face and voice. She’s not even a Veela and could compete against Fleur in a competition for the most beautiful girl.’ Harry thought to himself and wondered if he had a thing for blonde girls. ‘I bet Buffy would be even hotter than Fleur if she were a Veela too.’ He thought to himself as an afterthought while admiring the view.
Buffy saw the teenage boy quickly check her out and liked the appreciation she saw in his emerald-green eyes as they moved over her body.
“Thanks for getting the furniture out of the way, Harry.” Buffy told him before having two treadmills appear. She saw Harry look at them with curiosity on his face, and then she remembered last night. “I take it you have never used a treadmill before?” She asked in a friendly voice.
“No, I haven’t. Can you show me how to use it?” Harry replied with curiosity in his voice while looking at the blonde Slayer.
“The main settings are running speed and incline, which is like running up a hill to make it harder for you.” Buffy explained while getting on hers.
Harry got on his treadmill. Then Buffy showed him how they worked.
While running on the treadmill, the blue-eyed girl noticed that the raven-haired boy was in great shape.
Harry was going at a medium speed with an incline, while she was going faster without one. Granted, Buffy was in better shape and wasn’t tiring as quickly as he was, but she was the Slayer and still had those powers in Purgatory.
After an hour on the treadmills, they got off of them, and the 14-year-old wizard spoke up.
“That was definitely different from running around the lake every morning. I saw what you meant about the incline making it harder. It would’ve been nice to have those at Hogwarts.” Harry said while catching his breath and noticing she wasn’t as winded or as sweaty as he was.
Buffy’s skin had a light sheen to it, and he thought she looked incredible like that.
It reminded him of how Fleur and Gabrielle looked after the three of them got naked, and the two sisters had him give them massages while rubbing scented oil into their skin all over their bodies. The three of them enjoyed the intimacy of doing that numerous times. They also enjoyed what they did after it.
“Wow, Buffy, you must be in great shape. You don’t even look like you ran as fast and as long as you did.” Harry said with a complimentary tone of voice and a complete lack of jealousy in his voice that Buffy sometimes heard in Xander’s.
“Perks of being a Slayer, and I still have those powers up here, but it does have its downsides. The Slayer powers make it harder for me to get a good workout. I’m already supernaturally strong, fast, and have great stamina. So it’s hard to challenge that to gain any kind of improvement.” Buffy said to explain the benefits and downsides of being a Slayer.
Now that her mind was clear, she discovered that she really enjoyed being the Slayer instead of hating it as she did before.
“Just how strong are you, Buffy?” Harry curiously asked while looking into her electric-blue eyes.
Buffy noticed that he was just curious and wasn’t envious. That made her happy, and she liked the raven-haired boy even more.
“I can lift about 1,000 pounds as a Slayer. I can get a lot stronger with training, but there isn’t a way for me to train to actually get it because of the weight needed to build up my strength.” Buffy said dejectedly.
Her life as a Slayer would have been much easier if she were more powerful.
“Huh, it sounds like you need a gravity room or weighted clothes to train with.” Harry commented in a thoughtful voice while looking at her.
“What do you mean by a gravity room and weighted clothes?” Buffy curiously asked with a tilt of her head.
She suspected what they might be from the names alone, but she wasn’t sure and wanted to verify. The 16-year-old girl was also curious about how something like that was possible.
“Have you ever heard of a TV show called Dragon Ball Z?” Harry asked the beautiful blonde Slayer.
After getting a shake of the head to indicate she hadn’t. He started talking again.
“It’s an Anime. Which is just a fancy word for a cartoon from an Asian country. Anyway, it’s about fighting with martial arts and stuff. The characters are really strong, and the main character, Goku, wears weighted clothes. Like his shirt, wristbands, and boots, which weigh several thousand pounds. He also exercises in a room that can increase gravity, making everything he does harder to do so he can get stronger.” Harry explained to the pretty girl while looking into her electric-blue eyes.
He didn’t get to watch much of the show, but he did hear a lot of it because Dudley loved watching it.
The teenage girl laughed and then nodded her head in understanding.
“Yeah, that sounds like it would be perfect for me, but sadly, it isn’t possible in the real world.” Buffy said while doing some stretches.
She saw him tilt his head and look at her with an expression that showed that he was thinking of something.
“Buffy, you might be able to do weighted clothes here, at least. Try having this place make you a shirt and shoes, just like you are wearing now, but each item weighing whatever you think would work for you.” Harry said after straightening his head.
He saw the sudden realization on her face as she understood what he was saying. Then, a replica of what she was wearing was in front of her on the floor.
Buffy bent down to pick up the shirt and was happy that it worked. She could feel the increased weight, but it was still light to her.
The T-shirt and shoes felt like they weighed 50 pounds each, just like she had wanted. She soon had the two wristbands that she requested in her mind, which also weighed 50 pounds each.
The blonde Slayer knew that she could’ve had them weigh more. But she wanted to start with something easy, so she could get used to the effect the weighted items would have on her workout.
“Thanks, Harry, that was a great idea! It will help a lot. I’m going to change real quick.” Buffy happily said before quickly kissing his cheek and running to the bathroom to change.
She never saw Harry touch the spot where she had kissed him on his cheek, along with the happy smile on his face.
‘It’s a good thing I spent all that time with Fleur, or I would probably be a blushing idiot right now and have trouble speaking to Buffy.’ Harry thought to himself while grinning.
He had the treadmills disappear while he waited for Buffy to return, which she did after a few minutes with a smile. He also saw the gym mats on the floor appear.
“Well, how does it feel wearing them?” Harry curiously asked Buffy while looking her over.
“It feels a little weird, to be honest. I can feel the strain of wearing the weighted items, even though they’re not heavy. It’s just something I’ll have to get used to.” Buffy replied before shrugging her shoulders.
“Anyway, we can do some basic exercises now. Sit-ups, push-ups, and things like that.” Buffy said while doing stretches in a specific way so she could purposely show off her body to the hot boy. She was happy that she had got the glance and the appreciative look from him that she hoped for. ‘I’m glad Harry likes what he sees when he looks at me, just like I do when I look at him.’ She thought to herself, and then she started doing the rest of her exercises.
After an hour of exercise, they stopped. Harry had noticed that Buffy was winded and sweating this time.
“So, how was it with the weighted clothes? Did it affect your workout at all?” Harry asked the beautiful blue-eyed girl while looking at her.
He was genuinely curious if it had helped, and after thinking about it, he might do the same. But he wouldn’t use as much weight as Buffy did.
The blonde Slayer gave the green-eyed wizard a big smile before answering him.
“Yeah, Harry, it made a big difference. I’ve never had such a good workout since becoming the Slayer. But I think, next time, I will increase the weight.” Buffy cheerfully replied while smiling.
She enjoyed her workout, just as she did before becoming the Slayer, which made doing them pointless. It also made training a drag for her because she enjoyed getting her heart pumping. She didn’t consider herself a workout enthusiast like some people were, but she did enjoy it.
Deciding to have a little fun, the raven-haired boy straightened up.
“It was a pleasure to be of service, my lady.” Harry said before bowing while taking her hand and gently kissing the top of it, earning him a giggle from the cute teenage girl, which made him happier.
After letting go of her hand and taking a relaxed posture, he continued talking.
“By the way, Buffy, Goku wore the weighted items all the time. He even wore them if he wasn’t training to keep a constant strain on his body as a passive workout. You could do the same if you want to.” Harry said with an encouraging smile before taking a drink from a glass of iced tea that the room had made for him at his request.
“Thanks for the tip, Harry. I really appreciate the help. You can hit the shower first. I can wait.” Buffy told him while patting herself dry with a towel, and then she started drinking a bottle of water.
She really did appreciate Harry’s help with her Slayer training, so she wanted to repay him by letting him shower first. That way, he wouldn’t feel like she was taking advantage of him. Buffy wanted him to see them as equals and him to know that she saw them that way, too.
Harry chuckled before speaking.
“That won’t be necessary, Buffy.” Harry told the blue-eyed girl before picking up his wand from the nightstand where he had left it.
He looked down at it and frowned at it again.
“Harry, I meant to ask you earlier what that stick was and why you seem to keep frowning at it.” Buffy said while looking at him.
She was curious why he had a weird-looking stake and what was bugging him about it.
“Huh, oh, it’s my magic wand. It’s what witches and wizards use to help focus their magic and cast spells. The problem is that it doesn’t feel like it used to. It feels like I’m holding someone else’s wand, and it doesn’t want to work for me. I can force it, but that takes a lot more power.” Harry explained with sadness in his voice.
“We know someone was messing with both of our heads, and you said there was a person who was trying to keep you weak. They could’ve done something to your wand or made sure you didn’t get the right one.” Buffy told the cute teenage boy while looking at him.
“It’s definitely possible.” Harry said, and he thought that her opinion was most likely correct.
He was going to speak again, but Buffy spoke up first.
“Why don’t you try asking the room for the wand meant to be yours? Or the best one for you, instead of asking for your wand. It might make a difference.” Buffy said with a hopeful smile on her face.
She was hoping he would kiss her in thanks for her advice.
Buffy saw the wand in his hand disappear, and a moment later, a new one appeared in the same hand. She watched as Harry and the wand glowed brightly in a silver color. She also noticed that his eyes were glowing and looked like emerald fire.
The blue-eyed Slayer watched as the raven-haired wizard waved his wand, and a stream of silver and gold sparks burst out of the tip like a sparkler on the Fourth of July.
Soon, the glow faded, and she noticed a happy smile on his face.
‘God, if Harry smiled at me like that, it would ruin my panties.’ Buffy lustfully thought to herself. ‘If I were wearing any, that is.’ She thought to herself as an afterthought.
“Wow, what was that, Harry?” Buffy asked with a tilt of her head.
She wondered what the light show she saw was. She knew it had to mean something.
Harry looked at the wand, and he recognized it right away. It was the same wand he had seen Dumbledore using all the time.
He did as Buffy said and asked the room for the wand that was supposed to be his, and that was what he got. He wondered what Dumbledore was doing with it and how he got his hands on it.
Harry flicked the wand and mumbled the incantation for the Wand Composition Charm that he learned from Olivander after the Weighing of the Wand’s ceremony. The spell sent the results into his mind.
“That was the wand bonding with my magical core. That bonding was a lot more powerful than the one with my old wand. This wand is 15 inches long, made of Elder wood, and contains a Thestral tail hair for the core.” Harry told Buffy while looking at her. “I recognize this wand as well. It was the one Dumbledore was using.” He said while looking down at it.
The blonde girl heard the anger in his voice and wondered why the man was messing with Harry so much.
Buffy watched as he waved the wand over himself a few times while mumbling to himself. Then she saw that Harry was instantly dry, clean, and smelled very nice.
“Wow, Harry, you weren’t kidding when you said you didn’t need to shower.” Buffy said with awe at seeing magic used. “What spell was that, and why did you mumble?” She curiously asked with a tilt of her head.
She was happy to see a helpful piece of magic being used instead of how Amy’s mom tried to kill her with it.
“They were personal hygiene charms. They work great if you are in a hurry and are just as good as showering. The only downside is that you don’t get the relaxing part when taking a hot shower. Also, I was mumbling the spell incantations. A friend named Fleur taught me that trick. It helps with learning silent casting later on.” Harry casually replied while looking at the beautiful girl.
He requested an Auror-grade wand holster from the room. Then he secured it on his right wrist and triggered the enchantment on the holster to pull his wand inside it.
Buffy understood what he meant about missing out on the relaxing part of a hot shower and how such spells can be handy, especially for her with Slaying. She also heard the way he said that girl’s name, Fleur. It was the same way some of her friends from Hemery spoke when they talked about someone they liked and had sex with.
The 16-year-old girl felt a small spike of jealousy from that realization, but squashed it.
“I can understand silent casting being useful. That way, if you are fighting someone, they won’t know what spell you are about to use until after you cast it.” Buffy told the handsome wizard while looking into his emerald-green eyes. “I meant to ask you earlier, how old are you? Also, who is Fleur?” She casually asked Harry while digging for information about him and that girl. ‘Seriously, what kind of name is Fleur?’ She thought to herself as an afterthought.
If the 14-year-old boy had more experience with females, he would have recognized the trap and possible danger when Buffy casually asked that last question. Sadly, he was about to step on that particular landmine, but luckily for him, it was a dud.
“I was a little over a month away from turning 15 when I died. How about you?” Harry replied while running his fingers through his perpetually messy raven-black hair. “Also, Fleur is a girl from one of the visiting schools that I met during the tournament. We became good friends over the last school year. She was also a competitor of mine in the tournament, and we helped each other out.” He said with a smile, recalling the fun times he spent with Fleur in bed.
An image of himself, Fleur, and Buffy having fun in bed appeared in Harry’s mind. But he quickly banished it to prevent himself from getting an erection.
“I turned 16 about five months before I died. So you and Fleur were having sex then?” Buffy answered his question before asking one of her own. It was obvious to her now that they were. ‘I wonder if she was prettier or taller than me, or had bigger breasts. I bet she was a total hottie like Harry is.’ She thought to herself as an afterthought.
The green-eyed boy was surprised that Buffy had figured that out about him and Fleur. But she was a girl, so she probably picked up on something when he talked about Fleur. He was also happy to know that he was right about Buffy being about a year older than him.
“Yeah, we were. We were also dating. But we both knew it wouldn’t last and would be over by the end of the school year. Fleur lived in France, and given how my life had been since re-entering the wizarding world, I couldn’t date anyone for their safety. We kept our relationship a secret. Only my best friend Hermione knew about us, and only Fleur’s sister and best friend knew about us, too.” Harry replied while looking into her pretty electric-blue eyes.
While he did care for Fleur, a spark was missing between them that prevented them from having a meaningful relationship. However, they did have great sexual chemistry.
“Who is Hermione?” Buffy curiously asked with a tilt of her head.
The blonde Slayer was excited about Harry and Fleur being a casual couple and nothing more. She also heard the way he said, Hermione. It reminded her of her cousin Celia.
“Hermione is known as the brightest witch of our generation, just like my mum was. She is a major bookworm and can be pushy at times. But Hermione is a very loyal friend. She is my best friend and also my sister in all but blood. Hermione was also into girls and was dating a girl in the year below us named Luna, who is quirky but also a very loyal friend.” Harry happily replied with a fond smile while thinking about the two witches.
He hoped that Hermione wasn’t too broken up about him dying. He knew that she would be okay because he ensured it in his will.
“She sounds just like my friend Willow.” Buffy said after thinking about it for a moment. “I’m going to hop in the shower. See you soon, Harry.” She told him before kissing the teenage boy on the cheek again, and she meant to do it this time.
While Buffy was showering, she thought over a few things and realized that while Willow was crushing on Xander, she was also into girls. She could tell from how the redhead sometimes looked at the other girls and how she acted when it was just the two of them.
The blue-eyed girl remembered how Willow always loved to cuddle with her when they were alone, which she enjoyed doing with her friend. The redhead also liked for them to hold each other when they had sleepovers, which she enjoyed as well.
Willow would play with her fingers when they held hands, and she liked it, too. There were also those times when the redhead caressed her arm, played with her hair, and kissed her neck and cheek while cuddling when they were alone together.
Buffy realized that was more proof that she liked girls, too, because those things she did with Willow never bothered her. Instead, she enjoyed them. She also realized that she enjoyed returning the intimate gestures they had shared in private.
The blonde girl was amazed by what she had learned about herself now that her head was clear, and she was her own person.
‘I wonder if me and Willow would’ve gotten together if someone didn’t make me all crazy over Angel.’ Buffy thought to herself while showering. Then, an image of her, Harry, and Willow naked in bed together flashed in her mind. ‘Mmm, that could be fun.’ She lustfully thought to herself as an afterthought.
When Buffy walked out of the bathroom, she wore a tight pair of black jean shorts that showed off her amazing legs. She was also wearing a tight purple shirt that exposed her midriff.
“Wow, Buffy, you look amazing.” Harry told the gorgeous girl standing in front of him with a touch of flirtation in his voice.
Buffy looked at the green-eyed wizard and saw he was wearing a pair of loose-fitting blue jeans and a white T-shirt with the logo of the band Queen on it.
“Thanks, Harry. You look good, too.” Buffy said with the same flirting tone she had used earlier.
She gave the hot boy a sweet, innocent smile while not giving away that she had purposely dressed like this to catch his attention. She definitely appreciated the way his eyes roamed over her body as he checked her out.
After sitting on the couch next to each other and slightly facing each other, Harry started talking.
“Shortly after that Zoo incident, the next major thing was me getting my Hogwarts letter. The interesting thing was that the address on it was to me in the cupboard under the stairs.” Harry told Buffy about his letter and how his aunt and uncle reacted.
“That means someone knew you were living in that cupboard then.” Buffy said with traces of anger in her voice.
Harry felt nice about the fact that someone was worrying about him, who wasn’t Hermione, who was a sister in all but blood to him.
“Yeah, I didn’t figure that out until I started telling you about my life. It’s surprising what you can discover when your head isn’t being messed with anymore by people you thought you could trust. It also seems easier to talk about things here.” Harry said before continuing his tale.
He told Buffy about all the letters he had received, how his relatives reacted to them, and Hagrid showing up at the house on the small island. He explained how famous he was, his shopping trip in Diagon Alley, and his owl, Hedwig.
“Wow, that sounds both incredible and troubling at the same time. It doesn’t make sense to send a groundskeeper to take their most famous student shopping for school supplies while introducing you to magic. Also, there’s the fact that he can’t use magic to show you things or to protect you. That whole thing seems kinda fishy to me.” Buffy voiced her opinion of what happened.
Hagrid sounded friendly enough, but Buffy thought he was also just a sheep-like minion of Dumbledore’s.
“You are right. I think Dumbledore sent Hagrid to ensure I didn’t get answers to questions he didn’t want me to know. Because when I asked Hagrid questions, he would usually tell me to ask Dumbledore. Also, the whole time that Hagrid was taking me around, he kept talking about how great Dumbledore is and how great Gryffindor is. I think it was to make me like those specific things.” Harry told the beautiful blonde girl his opinion of the events.
“Yeah, I agree with you. Hagrid sounds like a nice person. But he also sounds like a loyal sheep of Dumbledore’s.” Buffy said, and Harry sadly agreed with her.
The green-eyed boy told Buffy about how he couldn’t find the entrance to the platform and how the Weasleys showed up and helped him on the train. Also, how the ticket Hagrid had given him didn’t matter, and then meeting Ron.
Buffy heard the anger in Harry’s voice when he said Ron’s name, and then Harry talked about how he met Hermione and the school bully, Malfoy. He finished by telling her about his sorting, about the four different houses, and describing the professors.
“I now know that the entire meeting with the Weasley family was a setup, and I bet the ticket had a spell on it to ensure I met them. All of that was to make sure I made friends with the right sort of people that Dumbledore wanted me to, and get sorted into the house he wanted as well. If Hagrid and Ron hadn’t bad-mouthed Slytherin so much, I would’ve gone there. Maybe, I probably would have still avoided it just because of Malfoy.” Harry said to give his opinion on the events.
As he told Buffy about his life, Harry saw things more clearly now, and everything he had missed. Those things that he hadn’t noticed before both angered and upset him. He wondered what else he had missed over his years at Hogwarts.
“How about we eat dinner before I tell you about my first year at Hogwarts?” Harry asked because he was getting hungry, and from the look of things, it was dinner time.
“Sure, Harry, you can pick dinner tonight.” Buffy happily replied while smiling.
Harry had the room make them shepherd’s pie, and they talked as they ate.
Buffy said it was her first time having shepherd’s pie, and she liked it.
After dinner, they sat back on the couch, and the blonde Slayer started talking.
“So, what happened next?” Buffy asked with a curious expression on her face and a soft smile.
She also realized they were holding hands again. But this time, it was Harry who took hers, and his thumb was rubbing her hand gently. She thought it was sweet and liked it.
Harry started talking about his first year, Snape’s attitude towards him, and the first flying lesson that got him on the Quidditch team. He talked about Halloween, the encounter with the troll, and getting his Invisibility Cloak.
Harry said he was sure that Dumbledore had put a lot of spells on it before giving it to him. He mentioned that on the same day he received the cloak, he just so happened to come across the Mirror of Erised. Then he explained the mirror and how Dumbledore showed up on the third night.
The raven-haired boy told Buffy about Hagrid and the baby dragon, serving detention in the forbidden forest, and figuring out what was hidden on the third-floor corridor later that year.
Harry explained how Dumbledore took a broom to the Ministry of Magic instead of using any magical means of instant travel. He also said it would have taken Dumbledore at least seven hours to fly from Hogwarts to London.
Harry talked about how he, Hermione, and Ron got past the traps. Meeting Quirrell, who was sharing his body with Voldemort, what happened between them, how Dumbledore blew off his question about Voldemort, and the awarding of a massive amount of points at the end of the year.
“I now know that the whole Philosopher’s Stone thing was a setup by Dumbledore to test me and to arrange a confrontation between me and Voldemort. He had to know that Voldemort was possessing Quirrell. Also, I highly doubt it was the real stone. Because it could be easily hidden under a Fidelius Charm, with the Flamels themselves as the secret keeper. Plus, I highly doubt that Voldemort was the first person who was after it. It is also easy to see that I got manipulated into being Ron’s friend just to keep me stupid. I also believe that Dumbledore was trying to get me killed by Voldemort, but I don’t know why.” Harry said with anger in his voice at the thought of Ron and Dumbledore.
He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing.
“But looking back now. I realize I have been a prisoner and a slave my entire life. Either imprisoned at Privet Drive with the Dursleys or at Hogwarts and the Weasley family home, with both being gilded cages. I honestly can’t say that Dumbledore is a good person after everything he put me through. In some ways, he is worse than Voldemort, who only wanted me dead. But Dumbledore is a puppet master, and I was the puppet he made sure suffered.” Harry said before he started crying.
It was the first time he had cried since he was six years old and had been beaten badly by his uncle for crying.
He felt Buffy pulling him into a hug and then holding him. He ended up crying himself to sleep in her arms.
While Buffy held the green-eyed boy as he cried, she realized it was only Harry’s first year at Hogwarts, and he had three more years to tell her about his time there. She also had a strong feeling that they were only going to get worse.
After Harry fell asleep, the blonde Slayer gently picked him up and placed him on his bed. Then she had the room swap his clothes for pajamas.
After tucking the raven-haired wizard in, Buffy stroked his cheek gently with her thumb.
“Goodnight, Harry.” Buffy softly said before gently kissing him on the lips and closing the curtains around his bed.
She went to the bathroom and then got into her bed.
While Buffy was lying in bed, she realized that she had kissed Harry on the lips instead of on the cheek like she had meant to.
AN: That is the end of this chapter. Please comment or review. That way, I know someone out there is reading this.