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Finding Love	By : angelinasway Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Harry Potter Views: 2601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter belong to Joss Whedon and J.K Rowling. This story is for entertainment, not for profit.

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Chapter Three
I would like to say thank you all so much for your amazing reviews. You guys totally rock! There is one thing I may get criticized on and I want to clear it up now, I don't actually speak French so I used a translator. If It was said wrong I apologize to whom ever I may offend.

Special thanks to AerynSpeedleCaine for her beta job.

Disclaimer: Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter belong to Joss Whedon and J.K Rowling. This story is for entertainment, not for profit.

Chapter 3

Tom awoke early the next morning to the sounds of birds merrily chirping outside the living room window. He cracked his eyes open, confused by his surroundings, until the day before came rushing back. He groaned as he sat up running his fingers through his hair and rubbing his eyes. If someone had told him yesterday that in twenty-four hours he would be in the future, living in a muggle’s home, about to attend a muggle school, and that he would also never be able to return to Hogwarts, he would have run screaming or laughed the person out of the room. Now it honestly didn’t seem that bad.

Mr. Giles had been nothing but hospitable to him since they had arrived at his flat late last night. There had been no recrimination from the older man, nor had there been any hateful or fearful glances thrown his way. In fact, Mr. Giles had said nothing about the reason for Tom being here and had even offered him his bed until he bought one for the guest bedroom. Tom had instead opted for the sofa not wanting to put the old chap out more than he already was.

Giles had retired shortly after that, telling Tom he could watch the television and to help himself to anything he wanted from the refrigerator. Tom had instead decided to go to sleep. He had only ever seen a television in a magazine before and was afraid he may do something to break it. There was also an odd looking gramophone sitting next to the bookcase and he now was wondering if he could get it to work. He had always been enchanted by the idea of a machine that could play recorded music, especially as a small boy when he had seen a picture of one.

He silently crept over to the machine finding a collection of records on a shelf nearby. He pulled them out and began sorting through them noticing the odd way the people were dressed on the front of the album covers and the strange names of the bands. He pulled one out that caught his eye. ‘Who’s Next’ was the name at the top and it had four men standing around a concrete piling. It took his eyes a minute to register the fact that they had all just urinated on it. He snickered appreciatively before a voice from behind him made him jump.

“Have you ever used a record player before?” Giles asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning loudly.

Tom stood up, turning around with wide eyes. “I’m sorry sir. I was just looking.”

Giles waved him off, “It’s quite all right, though you can call me Giles, or Rupert if you prefer it. Now let’s see what we have here,” Giles said holding out his hand and smiling.

Tom handed him the album, watching Giles warily as he took it from him.

Giles looked at it for a moment before grinning, “Ah,” he said pointing at the album, “this is one of my favorites. Would you like to hear it?”

Tom nodded his head and watched as Giles walked over to the machine and hit a button. A light flickered on as Giles lifted the lid of the record player and gently set the record on the turntable. He flipped a switch and the stylus moved into place and music began filling the apartment.

“Wicked,” Tom breathed in complete awe.

“Yes, quite,” Giles said smiling at the boy.

“I’ve never heard anything like it,” Tom said listening to the sound of an organ of some sort and then hearing an electric guitar for the first time. He grinned when the chorus came up his eyes alight with wonder as The Who sang the words to a song called ‘Baba O’ Reilly’. “It’s so…”

“Fun,” Giles finished sitting on the sofa.

Tom came and sat next to him, “Yes, that’s exactly it.”

“The world has changed so much since your time. I imagine today will be a bit of a culture shock for you.” Giles then began to give Tom an overview of the history he had missed in the past fifty-five years, starting from the end of World War II, to the Vietnam War and Cold War, to the cultural and sexual revolution of the 1960’s, and up until the present.

Tom was horrified to learn that muggles had invented something as destructive as the Atomic Bomb and that it had left two nations with opposite beliefs in a state of constant tension and suspense. He was also fascinated by the thought of what it must have been like in the sixties. Giles said that people had begun to think for themselves rather than following the standards that society had placed upon them. Tom was about to ask what it had been like for Giles in that era when the front door was suddenly flung open and Willow, Xander and Buffy walked in.

“We come bearing gifts,” Xander announced as he walked in to the living room. “Sugary treats followed by copious amounts of caffeinated beverages,” he said all this whilst setting a large pink box on the coffee table and setting a paper bag on the side. He opened the box and shoved an entire pastry in his mouth. “Mm… The breakfast of champions,” he said with a mouthful of food.

Buffy rolled her eyes at Xander’s antics and walked up to Tom smiling, handing him a paper cup. “I didn’t know what you liked so I went with mocha.” She sat down on the sofa next to Tom as Giles stood announcing he was going to put the kettle on.

Tom sniffed the drink experimentally before taking a small sip. His eyes lit up at the chocolaty and bitter coffee concoction. He had never tasted anything like it, it was delightful. He took a larger sip and Buffy grinned at him, “You like?”

“Very much, thank you,” he replied as the warm liquid filled his belly.

“So Tom, are you ready for our mall excursion today,” Xander asked as he snagged another pastry from the box.

“I suppose so,” Tom said grabbing a pastry for himself. The way Xander was going through them he figured he better at least have one before they were gone. “Though I’m not sure what a mall is.”

“Really,” Buffy said excitedly

‘Buffy,” Willow said exasperated. “In 1942 most people in England had their food and supplies rationed, shopping malls weren’t exactly popular.”

“I suppose,” Giles said walking in from the kitchen, “Diagon Ally could be considered the wizarding version of a shopping mall.”

Tom remembered when he had been brought there for the first time and could defiantly understand their enthusiasm, if a muggle shopping center was anything like Diagon Ally.

“Only,” Giles continued looking at Tom, “A bit different. A mall is a large building which contains many shops where you can buy anything from clothing to music. It also contains a cinema and a food court.”

“A cinema,” Tom asked. “I’ve always wanted to go to one of those.”

“Well you’re in luck because I’ve wanted to see The Fifth Element for months now,” Xander said grinning. “I think I’ve finally talked the girls into going.”

“You only want to see it because Milla Jovovich is naked for like three seconds,” Buffy said amused.

“Hey, I resent that. I want to see it because it’s filled with violence and lots of action and I love science fiction movies,” Xander defended.

“Yah, but seeing her naked helps,” Willow said with a grin.

“I never said it didn’t,” Xander replied smirking.

Both Buffy and Willow looked at each other and rolled their eyes. “Men,” they huffed in unison.

Tom was finding the relationship among the teens completely amusing. He found himself grinning uncontrollably at their antics.

Giles looked at the girls pointedly and then turned to Tom, “You might want to start getting ready. I know Buffy, and you won’t be getting home until the mall closes, if you don’t leave soon. You can use the bath upstairs, there are clean towels and washcloths in the linen closet at the top of the stairs. The bathroom is located inside my bedroom on the left.”

“Oh,” Xander said getting out of the armchair, “I almost forgot.” He walked over to the paper sack next to the coffee table and handed it to Tom. “Buff thought your clothes might be too formal for the mall. So she asked me to bring you some, followed by a threat to my man parts if I made you look stupid.”

Tom’s eyes widened and he turned to look at Buffy. She shrugged, smiling, “Threatening violence to the male anatomy always works.”

“Especially since I’ve grown so attached to them.” Xander added.

Tom shook his head in disbelief, grabbing the paper sack and ascending the stairs. He had a smile on his face from ear to ear; if all muggles of the future were this amusing he had a feeling he would like it here.

Tom got ready quickly and though he felt uncomfortable in the strange clothing, it didn’t seem that bad, especially if he would be able to fit in better. He didn’t want to be thought of as some strange boy, like he had been in the orphanage. He wanted to fit in here, like he had at Hogwarts. Only this time, he didn’t want to be scared of letting people in. Seeing the closeness the others had really opened his eyes to what friendship was, something the Slytherin’s were severely lacking.

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The trip to the mall was mostly uneventful, until Giles threatened to kick Buffy out of the car if she didn’t stop fidgeting with the radio. Buffy had pouted like a child, crossing her arms and sticking her lip out. Tom had found her completely adorable in that moment, especially when Giles had sighed in annoyance and told her to go ahead.

When they arrived it was too early to see the movie. Buffy had suggested going to the Office Plus and picking up Tom’s supplies for school.

“Why there first,” Xander asked. “I thought you would be all excited about hitting the department stores.”

“Oh, I am,” Buffy said. “I just know better than to shop for clothes before the movie; if we do that we will end up with our arms too full to carry the popcorn and soda.

“School supplies are easier anyway,” Willow chimed in. “All he needs is a binder some paper, pens and pencils, and probably a few dividers.”

“Won’t we need to buy my school books too,” Tom asked.

Buffy smiled, “That’s the beauty of public school, the school provides the books for you.” She bumped his arm with hers; smiling as his cheeks became slightly pink. He was adorable when he got embarrassed from her flirting.

He was so different from Angel. She had learned more about Tom in the few hours that they had been together, than Angel had ever divulged. Though Tom had been planning on doing something completely horrible, she hoped this experience in Sunnydale helped him see how not everyone is as close-minded as he thought. She really did like him, that kiss had had definite sparkage of earth moving proportions, and she wanted to explore that further.

They walked into the office supply store and quickly got everything that Tom needed. Soon they were on their way back to the movie theater talking and laughing. Tom couldn’t believe how little they needed for school. When they walked into the movie theater Tom was bombarded with a delicious smell. “What is that?”

“Popcorn,” all three of the Scooby’s said at once.

They hurried over to the snack area and purchased two large buckets of popcorn, four large Coke’s, and a few other candy items. They hurried into the theater just in time for the first trailer. The theater was mostly empty so they all sat in the front.

Tom was entranced from the start. He couldn’t believe how real it all looked, and the movie hadn’t even started yet. He forgot he was holding the bucket of popcorn until a delicate wrist reached over snagging a handful. He looked into an amused pair of green eyes.

Buffy smiled before popping a few pieces of popcorn in her mouth. “Want some candy?” she asked holding out a box of chocolate malt balls. He smiled, nodding as she poured a few in his hand. He ate the chocolates and then ate a handful of popcorn followed by a sip of Coke as the movie began.

Tom eyes focused on the screen and he found himself completely lost in the movie. When the orange-haired girl got angry and growled, then escaped from the futuristic compound, he heard Buffy mumble, “That’s my kinda girl.” As the movie progressed he found himself laughing and giggling at some of the scenes right along with the others. He couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so much or felt so free to just enjoy the company of others.

When Leeloo got wounded in the ventilation shaft he was so focused on the movie that he jumped when Buffy threaded her fingers through his. He turned to look at her and noticed the sad look on her face. He also noticed it again when Leeloo was learning about war and he swore he saw the beginning of tears when Leeloo wanted to give up but Korben convinced her there were still things worth fighting for.

It wasn’t that the movie was over emotional, it was just that Buffy had found herself relating to Leeloo the more she watched. She had wanted to give up her calling so many times but she couldn’t, wanted to be scared, but a Slayer wasn’t suppose to be scared; and she hated the thought that she was merely a weapon for the Council to use until her death.

The truth was Buffy already knew there were things worth fighting for, but at times she thought perhaps she was incapable of love, that fighting for something she may never be able to feel was unjust. She had seen so much in her two years since becoming the Slayer, that sometimes she thought she was already damaged, that the more she stalked the night for her prey the harder her heart became. Her eyes strayed to Tom, and she was surprised to have him looking at her with concern. She gave him a reassuring smile that didn’t reach her eyes and squeezed his hand lightly before turning back to the movie until the credits rolled.

Tom was worried about Buffy. She had had a far away expression on her face since the movie ended, but he couldn’t help but exclaim, “Bloody brilliant,” when Xander asked if he liked the movie.

Buffy came back to herself in that moment and smiled at them, “Yeah, Xand it was really good. I’m impressed.”

“Now maybe you’ll listen next time I recommend a movie,” Xander scolded.

“How did they make it look so real,” Tom asked.

“Computers,” Willow said with a smile and a sparkle in her eyes.

Tom looked at her confused, so she told him since Giles asked her to go over some of the history he had missed and tutor him in a few other areas such as science and computers, she would be showing him how to use one tomorrow.

“Don’t forget, you also have to help me with my French.” Buffy said just as she realized she and Tom were still holding hands. She blushed slightly and inconspicuously removed her hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“I could help,” Tom stated proudly.

Buffy looked at him for a moment before she realized what he was saying, “You can speak French?”

“I am actually quite fluent in it,” he said smiling.

“Really,” Willow asked.

“Say something,” Buffy said pleadingly.

He turned to her looking deeply in her eyes. “Vos yeux sont verts comme un champ d'été par une chaude journée de printemps.”

Buffy felt her face heating up and by the dreamy look on Willow’s face she was sure he had said something wonderful. “That was beautiful. What did you say,” she breathed.

He smirked winking, “That’s for me to know and you to find out, Miss Summers.”

“I don’t think I could possibly be more jealous of you than I am right now,” Xander said teasingly, though there was as serious edge to his voice. “Man, you must get a lot of girls with that skill.”

Tom looked at Xander in surprise. What was it about the small blonde that made him forget everything else around him? “Not as of yet,” he said slightly embarrassed. He had honestly never thought knowing another language could impress girls. Most females from his house were only concerned with blood status and because a lot of them were so well off and could afford tutors, they already knew a second language or three.

“Do you know any others,” Willow asked, pulling Tom from his musing.

“Yes,” he said sheepishly. “I know some Italian, a bit of German, as well as another.”

“What’s the other,” Xander asked as they began to head towards the department store.

Tom cleared his throat, “Well it’s not a well known language, at least not in the muggle world and it’s more of an inherited trait rather than a learned skill.”

“So what is it,” Buffy pushed.

“In the wizarding world I am known as a Parselmouth,” he said nervously. He expected them to cringe when they found out what that was.

“Which is?” Willow asked.

Tom closed his eyes not wanting to see their horror struck faces like little Dennis and Amy’s when he had revealed this ability. “I can speak to snakes.”

When he opened his eyes they were all staring at him blankly, then suddenly smiles began to creep into their faces. “That is so Dr. Dolittle,” Buffy exclaimed, grabbing Tom’s arm and pulling him into a nearby pet store as the others followed quickly behind.

“I want to see,” she said as they approached a display of reptiles.

He looked around cautiously then peered inside. “What are they saying,” Buffy asked.

“They’re complaining about how rough all the children are with them. Apparently the,” he pointed, “Small green one has never been the same since a child of about ten tried to kill him. The boa is also quite angry, daring me to stick my hand in her cage so she can bite it.”

Buffy smirked, “So Mr. Riddle, do you think you can talk her down.”

Tom’s smirk mirrored Buffy’s, “I can certainly give it a go.”

She watched as Tom turned back to the boa and began speaking. “Wow,” was all she could utter as the strange speech rolled of his tongue in waves.

“This is so cool,” Xander whispered to Willow, who just nodded her agreement too stunned for words.

“Excuse me miss,” Tom said in Parseltongue. “Would you be so kind as to let me and the lady hold you for a few moments?”

Buffy watched in awe as all the snakes heads turned at once as if they were acknowledging Tom’s words. Buffy smiled waving at them and hoping they understood it as a gesture of peace.

All the snakes hissed, “Wizard,” at once, but the boa seemed to reach out trying to sniff Tom, its long thin tongue tasting the air, “Wizard, well aren’t we far from home.”

“Yes,” Tom hissed, “more than you know.”

“What,” the boa hissed, “is a wizard doing on the Hellmouth.”

“It’s a very long story. Please,” he pleaded, “I am trying to impress the female over there and you would be doing me a huge favor by letting her hold you.”

“Ah,” the boa responded, “a suitable mate, she is beautiful for a human I suppose, but I am wary. I sense great power from her.”

“I imagine you would, she is the Slayer,” Tom responded.

“A Slayer,” the boa hissed. “I have always wanted to meet a Slayer.”

“So is that a yes then,” Tom asked.

“Yes,” the boa responded and Tom reached in the case picking her up gently.

“May I inquire to your name,” Tom asked politely.

“Sethea,” the boa answered as Tom stepped in front of a wide-eyed Buffy.

“Would you like to hold her, she won’t bite,” Tom said smirking at Buffy’s stunned face.

“What’s her name,” Buffy asked holding out her hands. When Buffy had Sethea in her grasp the snake quickly coiled around her arm. She smiled affectionately at the snake.

“Sethea,” Tom answered as he watched Buffy pet the snake. “She likes you,” he said a bit enchanted by Buffy’s gentleness.

“I like her too. I wish I could take her home but my mom would totally freak.” Buffy said a bit saddened by the fact that her mother was horrified by snakes. She handed Sethea back to Tom saying goodbye as she watched Tom gently place her back in the case.

“Buff,” Xander said, “we should probably get going we still need to get the school cloths for Tom and unless you want to face wrath-o-watcher I suggest we get a move on.”

“Yeah,” Buffy said, “let’s do this thing.”

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By the time Tom got home that night he was exhausted. He had luckily been able to buy quite a few items of clothing; and though it had been tedious and time consuming, it had all been worth it. Every time he stepped out of the dressing room wearing something Buffy approved of she would get this heated lusty look on her face, that in itself had made the entire ordeal much less painful.

Now, as he flopped onto Giles couch groaning from exhaustion, all he wanted to do was sleep for the next three days.

Giles smirked at the boy, “I bought your bed, perhaps you would like to retire early this evening?”

Tom’s eyes lit up at the mention of a bed. “Yes, I think I will,” he said standing and heading in the direction of the guest bedroom. “Good night Giles, and thank you.”

“For what?” Giles asked curiously.

“Everything,” Tom threw over his shoulder.

Giles smiled to himself, glad he had taken on this endeavor. Who knows? He might actually be changing the fate of the world by showing Tom that there are good people out there. He imagined the boy must not have seen many whilst staying at the orphanage, and he hoped seeing how free thinking and open-minded everyone had become, the boy would not turn to the ‘dark side’.

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Translation:Vos yeux sont verts comme un champ d'été par une chaude journée de printemps. / Your eyes are green as a summer field on a hot day of spring.

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