Author Notes: This story will follow Harry through a first person view, but will occasionally shift to another In third person. This story takes place in may 1999. So a year after Harry's defeat of Voldemort, and near the end of Buffy's senior year.

Chapter One: Thrill of the Fight

When I pictured myself in this position only a year back, I couldn't see myself sitting at a desk filing paperwork on the third school yard brawl of the day that was being called a Death Eater attack by the gossiping public. Yet, there I was, explaining in detail to my boss of my arrival onto a scene of a death eater attack and why I came to the conclusion that it was in reality only two seventeen year old boys in a rival duel.

It was May 2nd, but to everyone else it was the time to remember me, The Boy Who Lived and his victory over the menace, You Know Who. To be fair, there were far more people involved in the final battle during his second death than his first, and the result was many more wizards and witches with the ability to say his name without trembling; this however, didn't stop the majority from being unable to even hear it without a small shriek in response.

After Voldemorts death, I took only a couple weeks off before realizing that the greatest moments of my life was when I was in life or death situations. For years I had wished that Voldemort would find someone else to harass, but when it was all over, I was itching to find myself in another battle for my life. Even when I was young, I'd go out of my way to provoke my cousin into a confrontation. I would complain about my treatment by the Dursleys, but I couldn't imagine what I'd get myself into if I didn't have the everyday skirmishes with my relatives. At Hogwarts, I'd always find a way to somehow worm my way into trouble. If it wasn't agreeing to a late night duel, it was agreeing to baby sit a baby dragon.

When I decided that a life as an Auror was for me, for it was rated one of the easiest, and most dangerous jobs to get into, the Ministry supported me to the fullest. Even now, I'm not sure if that was a good or bad thing. The Ministry still had a lot of bad press going for it after Voldemort was able to grab a hold onto them in only a short time. Every move was questioned by the public, every move except one, and that was promoting me to a full Auror the day my application went in.

However, it has been nearly a year since I started here and disappointingly, it has been even less dangerous than just a month at the Dursleys. The Dursleys brought me dangers such as starvation, kidnapping, stabbing, kidnap, abandonment and abuse. As an Auror, I had one psycho death eater confrontation that technically wasn't even tied to my job in anyway.

As I finished my dull tale of a Gryffindor and Slytherins noon time duel my boss gave me a short nod of dismissal, "Very well Auror Potter, I think that will do it for today; please go out and celebrate; or at least sleep your double shift off" I nodded politely before making my way out of his office. Kingsley Shacklebolt was quickly promoted to head of the Auror Department after knowledge of his achievements during the second war came to light. There were rumors of the public demanding Kingsley to be named as Minister of Magic. I figured that eventually they would be getting what they wanted, if the Ministries recent actions to quell the public followed in the same path.

As I walked out of Shacklebolt's office I can't help but notice how empty the Auror division is. With nearly everyone out celebrating the one year anniversary of Voldemorts defeat, tonight would be a perfect time to attack some high populated areas. I volunteered to take the double shift because of that. It was just my luck however that the prime time for an attack was just as dull as any other time in the country. While England's ministry was going through the lowest criminal rate in decades, other countries were spiking, almost tempting me to move elsewhere.

I received a couple nods in my direction as I made my way slowly out of the ministry building. No one was really surprised when I entered the ministry as an Auror only weeks after defeating Voldemort, since most assumed that It was my dream job. Since then, I hadn't really socialized much, simple greetings to my fellow workers were about as deep as it got in my social life.

My two best friends, Hermione and Ron Weasley had done a little adventuring themselves. Hermione wasn't comfortable limiting herself to elementary schooling and six years of Wizard training. Upon completing her newts, she immediately went to some college outside the country, one of which I couldn't be assed into remembering the name of; with Ron following along. From what I could tell, the only college Hermione could get into without years of school transcripts to prove her worth was a school that even Ron was admitted into. I never took Ron for extra schooling, but it was apparent that Hermione's influence extended into far reaches of his mind.

Without the need of a place close to the headquarters of the Ministry, I was able to attain the home my parents were both killed in. I received a few odd looks when it became known that I had purchased the place, but it was my first home, and even though I can't remember ever living there before this year, it still made me feel like I belonged there. It almost had the same feeling that The Burrow had when I first arrived there.

I had plenty of wards against muggles, wizards, and witches of all kinds, so it came as a surprise when I walked in only minutes after leaving the ministry to find a rather short man leaning back on my rather shabby living room chair. My shock made me a little slower on the wand draw than I would admit to another, but it was still pointed at the man faster than most wizards my age would be capable of. He was shorter than he first appeared, his hat making him appear taller; he also didn't appear too worried that my wand was pointing at his torso.

"How did you.." I began, adrenaline running through my veins. I was almost glad the man had the balls to trespass, for I had thought my night would be as dull as the day. He only smiled before slowly getting up from his relaxed position.

"Right right, how rude of me; call me Whistler, I'm here to solve your problem." He said cheerfully, tilting his hat down in a show of greeting. I'd like to think I was more intelligent than a rat, but the blank stare that I responded with didn't do anything to help my cause. It took a little while, but I was finally able to gather a few words.

"What are you…" My question though basic and rude in retrospect, didn't do anything to change the mans cheerful demeanor.

"Well what do you know. Top notch wards, but any other wizard would question his wards, not the trespassers species. I had my doubts, I did; but maybe they did indeed choose correctly." I didn't know quite how to respond, so I reverted back to my blank stare approach that was working well for me earlier. "You'd think cross dimensional traveling would make me the least able in this conversation." Whistler commented offhandedly, my blank stare getting the best of his crazy behavior. "To answer your question, I'd be a demon. Now before you attack like most of you hero types tend to do, I'd like to add that I'm one of the good guys." Having quite enough of his jolly attitude I decided that attacking was indeed my best option.

"Leglimens!" Whistlers eyes widened before he tried to duck the white whispery spell from reaching him. He was too slow however, and it connected without problem. It however, did absolutely nothing. I looked down at my wand in confusion and watched as the self called demon, Whistler padded himself down, as if making sure he was still hole.

"Demon, remember? Whatever mumbo jumbo you decided to release just won't cut it." I nodded in thanks before readying my wand for another go, maybe something more damaging this time. He however held up his hands in surrender. "Alright look, to make a long story short, I've been sent by The Powers That Be; a godlike force in another dimension to bring you through in order to help the fight against evil." A small smile slipped through my fierce gaze as I worked out what he was trying to tell me. The smile remained plastered onto my face for a while before I couldn't stop myself and released a healthy weary chuckle, my wand arm slipping from its steady aim at the Demon. It took me a couple moments to collect myself and noticed that Whistler didn't appear as amused.

"The Powers job is to balance good and evil in my own universe, and I'm the demon that does their dirty work." He paused before continuing, ignoring my amused smile that I couldn't seem to wipe off my face. "I do not have long before the power shifts in the other direction and your opportunity is up." Whistler finished, explaining the seriousness of the issue.

"Opportunity?" I asked, curiosity outshining the ridiculous of the situation. The idea of a whole wizarding world kept secret from the world was pretty ridiculous, I thought to myself. Until it was true.

"You don't think that a godlike power wouldn't be able to sense your potential, or even your need to be involved in a fight? The Powers senses your restlessness even now, stuck in the small petty conflicts of your job. We are offering something better."

"Would I be able to come back?" I asked carefully, making sure that the skepticism I felt still showed on my face. Whistler just shrugged,

"Maybe. I can't tell you for sure either way. In a universe where the dead don't stay dead, we can't tell you for sure either way, but I'd say its unlikely. Not that it matters however, I doubt you cared deeply about the answer to that question." I couldn't argue. It felt like the appropriate question to ask, but as it left my mouth, I realized I didn't truly care either way.

"Don't stay dead?" I asked, flashbacks of my parents coming into my mind quickly before fading. Just access baggage from being an orphan I told myself.

"That's the jist of it. Another power came into play recently, one made of pure evil. It took someone out of hell that the Powers believe will be a power of good. The Powers are all paranoid of course that this force of evil knows something that we don't, and decided that they now have the rights to do the same. You were chosen." My shock was wearing off apparently, because I was finally able to process a couple things said earlier in the conversation.

"If you balance good and evil, how can I trust that you're not currently working on the side of evil, and bringing me to another dimension is a bad thing?" Whistler opened his mouth in an effort to dispute my argument but closed it again before thinking. He responded after a moment.

"I've really got to remember to edit the evil part out of my introductions." He began jokingly. "Does it really matter to you? You'll be there to stop it; like you want to be. Normal side effects of such advanced magic won't apply in this case, since we are already the side effect of whatever the first evil did. I do what they say, but I can admit that I prefer to help the good much more than the evil, and I've got to tell you; there isn't anything involved in this with evil intentions." I thought for a moment, but it wasn't really required. Whistler could be manipulating the hell out of me and trying to cause the end of the world, but I figured it would be much more exciting than sitting at a desk all day. If the demon was telling the truth however, I could do some good.

"How long do I have?" Whistler coughed a little, embarrassment displayed on his features.

"Yeah, about that. I'm sorry to say that I got lost a little in this dimension. You'll have to decide before the days over. The sooner, the better." I looked at the clock and noticed that it was ten minutes until midnight. I quickly shot Whistler a look of contempt at the situation.

"Bloody hell, can I at least grab a few things?" I asked, already listing a few things that were a must. Whistler however shook his head regretfully.

"Your wand is enough for the side of good, anything else and The Powers might be accused of rigging the game. I have strict orders. The clothes on your back and your wand. I was even told to empty your pockets." I gave him another dirty look before emptying my pockets myself, daring him to touch me. "You also might want to drop that robe of yours, not even the most evil would be caught in those things." I nodded, understanding his point, before shedding them quickly, leaving me in slightly baggy black jeans and a shirtsleeve green shirt.

"Alright." I said after a moment of standing there awkwardly. Whistler checked his pocket watch nervously before glancing around.

"I hope The Powers didn't forget about…" I wasn't able to catch his last words for a whirling sound drowned out my ears of anything else; shortly after the familiar, sickly feel of a portkey took affect of my body, spinning it out of control. Blackness colored my vision, but it only lasted a moment before I landed roughly on my stomach. I smiled in relief; apparently cross dimensional traveling was quicker than a portkey. I could only imagine the power that these fabled Powers had at their finger tips. There was complete silence around me, but I was able to sense that I wasn't alone.

"Bloody…" I mumbled to myself, putting pressure on my ribs with my left hand. The powers must have decided that landing hard on concrete was the best place to start in a new dimension, I thought to myself, making my way to a standing position. It was dark and it took awhile for my eyes to adjust, but when they did, I found myself surrounded by people. "Hell." I mumbled out, staring into the shocked faces of about ten people in a dark room of what appeared to be a public kitchen of some sort.

"Well this is exciting, isn't it?" A gleeful voice asked. I took in his appearance. He was dressed nicely, with no tie, and about fifty. He was clearly the one in power; made more clear by the two woman behind him. Both attractive, but one holding a knife to the others throat; clearly a hostage situation. The other side of the room held five men and one woman. The woman, surprisingly enough seemed to be the one in charge, even while three men clearly older than her were there.

"Right." I said after realizing whatever was going on was on hold while they waited to hear whatever I had to say. "Clearly I fell into the wrong place at the wrong time." I finished, trying to dismiss myself from the room and secretly checking my forearm for my wand, which remained in place. While the man with the hostage appeared amused, the other side only appeared shocked at my appearance. Although I could disagree that the Powers dropped me into the best place, I couldn't say that they didn't deliver on what they offered. "I'll just get out of your way while you go about your hostage situation." I said calmly. Normally, I'd come out guns a blazing, but since I was literally in a strange world, I figured it would be best to remain a little conservative on this one. That plus the knife at the woman's throat kept my wand up my sleeve.

The nicely dressed man made a gesture and his two body guards seem to come alive, focusing on me. I could tell that It wasn't likely that I would be leaving the room anytime soon. I held up my hands and retreated calmly to the side of the blonde woman who seemed like the good guys in this situation. She glanced at me briefly before focusing again on the mayor as the redheaded hostage made a struggling sound. "Let her go." The blonde demanded beside me. It sounded corny to my ears, but I suppose her stance showed that she was ready for a fight, and if I read her correctly; would welcome one. I watched as the situation progressed, everyone in the room forgetting my presence for the time being.

"No," The man responded matter of factly, "not until the box is in my hands." I glanced behind my shoulder to see a large box, about a foot and a half in width guarded by a tall pale man with dark hair and dark clothes. The well dressed man continued, "So you're the little girl that's been causing me all this trouble. She's pretty, Angel. A little skinny." The man said, looking at the man guarding the box. I cheered a little on the inside, one name down. Now I just needed to figure out if Angel was a name or a taunt. "Still don't understand why it couldn't work out with you and my Faith. Guess you kind of just have strange taste in woman." I sighed to myself, but the others seemed to have heard me, there attention turned to me again, letting me know that I could speak again. I tried to hold my tongue in order to not get maimed in any way, but the adrenaline pumping through my veins couldn't seem to tell my brain to not speak.

"Angel? Faith? Are those names, or are you people just really religious?" I asked, and watched at the dark haired girl tightened her grip on her hostage, apparently angered. I corrected myself quickly. "Right, names. Gotcha." I finished lamely, taking a small step back and allowing the situation to progress. I received glares from both sides now; apparently I wasn't making any friends in this dimension either.

The elder man continued as if I had never spoken, "Well, I wish you kids the best, I really do. But if you don't mind a bit of fatherly advice, I, uh, I just don't see much of a future for you two. I don't sense a lasting relationship. And not just because I plan to kill you; you two have a bumpy road ahead." The man's calm and strange behavior during such a situation didn't seem to surprise the blonde leader. In fact, she just appeared annoyed.

"I don't think we need to talk about this." She gritted out slowly. I looked around confused for a moment, wondering just why these people were acting so strangely. However nothing in the room gave me any clues, and I didn't come to any conclusions. My observation lasted throughout the mayors long winded speech about why Angel and the blonde shouldn't be together. The only things useful that I could gather was that apparently Angel and the man were immortals of some kind. I briefly wondered if this was Voldemorts dream reality; an immortal one of every five people.

I watch intently as Angel and Faith traded the old jagged looking box for the redhead girl, surprised that Faith actually gave the girl up. I kind of expected a backstab with all this drama.

"Nobody moves!" I looked up in excitement as a small bald man comes marching in with two police looking men guarding him. I clapped my hands in applause, and received many confused looks in the process. The bald man looked at me for a moment before turning his attention to the blond, "I knew you kids were up to something." I coughed to hide my laugh but it was only ignored.

"Snyder, get out of here." The blond commands sharply, but by the look on Snyder's face, it would appear that he didn't like her very much.

"You're not giving orders, young lady. I suppose you're going to tell me I won't find drugs in this box." I looked at the box and back at Snyder in disbelief as he takes it from the Faith girl. Faith doesn't hold back however, and draws out her knife as Snyder's back is turned. My wand is drawn instantly, but it goes unnoticed.

"Wait!" The blonde yells out as the older man steps from the shadows; where he seemingly retreated to without notice when Snyder entered.

"Principal Snyder. I think we have a problem." Snyder turned back around as the man speaks, most likely recognizing the voice. Snyder, after spotting the knife, seemed to realize that he didn't just walk into a normal schoolyard drug deal and was now clearly nervous.

"Mr. Mayor, I had no idea… I'm terribly sorry." Snyder squeaks out in fear. Mayor? I mouthed to myself. As one government starts repairing itself, I get thrown into another.

The Mayor however remained calm as Faith slowly lowered her knife. "No, it is I who should apologize. Coming down here at night. What must you be thinking? But you see, I just needed to…" His voice faded away as he noticed one of the policemen who came with the Principal start to open the box. Logically, I readied my wand; not under the assumption that drugs were in the box. "No! Don't do that!" He shouted in warning. It was too late however; for whatever was in the box was able to wiggle its way out and without missing a beat attached itself onto the mans face. The man attempted to grab it off, but it apparently had super spider strength. It looked like a spider anyhow, but my knowledge of this world just wasn't deep enough to even begin to guess what it truly was. Spells ran through my head, but I decided to go with one of the simplest,

I cast the stunning spell silently to make sure no one heard an incantation. In a place without wizards and witches, shouting nonsense words could land you into a couple of bad places; or so I heard. Thankfully, the policeman didn't do much moving and the spell connected with the spider dead center, causing it to release its hold and fall to the floor. I don't dwell on the shocked and fearful glances sent my way, as the fallen spider came back to life in only a moments notice, confirming my original idea that it wasn't just a normal spider; for it should have been out for hours with my stunner. I readied my wand again, but before I could do anything; the heel of Faith's boot came down on it hard; squishing it against the floor. The Mayor smiled at Faith in praise before making his way over to the box and closing the lid calmly as another tried to worm it's way out. The Mayor then glanced over at me and seemed to be debating with himself on whether or not to take me as well. He seemed to think better of it however and made his way out of the room without another word.

Although I had saved at least one mans life today, the rest were looking at me suspiciously. I smiled, "Well, alright then, time for me to leave. It was nice to be involved in a hostage situation with you and all. The deadly demon spiders were a blast as well, but I got places to be and all." It was a lie of course, but as I didn't really feel like explaining magic to them, I figured a hasty retreat would be best. Taking a quick glance around I noticed that although most who were looking at me appeared hostile, the redhead was looking at me sort of lustfully. It kind of freaked me out.

As I wasn't sure whether or not they'd let me go, I backed up slowly until I was out of the door. As I made my way outside, I apparated as far as I could see a few times, to make sure I wouldn't be followed.

Meanwhile back at the school, Buffy and the gang were finally able to recover from their strange encounter. "Why'd we let him go?" Willow asked, whining a little; her fascination at what she saw the man do not going unnoticed. Giles looked at the girl with fondness before responding.

"We know nothing about the boy or what he's capable of. He might even be an ally." Giles answered soothingly, placing a hand on the redhead's shoulder. Buffy sighed, knowing what her night would be filled with.

"Research?" She asked, cringing at the answer.

"Research." Giles answer, nodding, seemingly pleased with the outcome.

I had hoped that Whistler or someone involved in this mess would find me after I escaped from the whacky situation within the school, but after camping out on a deserted park bench for thirty minutes, it became clear that I would receive no such help. I came to the conclusion that maybe the balance of good or evil, or whatever crap they believed in shifted just enough on my arrival that there interference couldn't last. Which would mean that their only help would have been exactly where I ended up after my travels. I didn't think that landing painfully on cement in the middle of a school was much help, but maybe they decided that the blond woman and her group were the ones to go to. It disappointed me a little to believe this. So far, from what he could tell her group consisted of an Immortal named Angel, and redheaded girl with some naughty thoughts involving me. Lastly, a blonde teenager as the leader. Even then, they couldn't have meant for me to team up with the morally corrupt mayor and his lackeys.

Of course, I shouldn't be so critical when only a year ago I was leading a hunt to rid my world of the worlds darkest wizard of the century. Not only that, but I was an average wizard at best and quite the under achiever. "Tempus." I muttered, not bothering with the wand movements.

May 4th, 1999, 10:45pm.

Apparently dimensional traveling took some time. If I knew I was going to lose two days just to be involved in this mess, I may have reconsidered my answer. Laughing quietly to myself, I shook my head. Who was I kidding? If I knew it was going to be this chaotic, I would have answered sooner.

Author Notes: Please let me know what you think, good or bad. I really would like to improve my writing, and need your help.