Been out of comission for a while, RL had been giving me some trouble, but now I'm back. Woo and hoo! Now, I know what you're going to say, I have another unfinished fic, alright, alright, I know! I won't forget Wolves, I promise. This is just the kind of idea that hits you by surprise and you can't rest until you get it written.
I've read lots and lots of crossovers here and Harry Potter seems to be well liked among you. However, I don't think anyone ever tried what I'm doing, so you're in for a few surprises.
My first Buffy/HP crossover:
Title: Wish For Love
Author: dreamspace
Rating: PG-13 just to be sure.
Spoilers: From Buffy a little of Season Four maybe, I’m not sure what exactly I will use. From HP nothing much really, just some random facts.
Pairing: W/T eventually
Summary: The Boy-Who-Lived doesn’t have an easy life, but what happens when someone hears his heart’s most desperate wish?
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Harry Potter, I’m just borrowing them a little.
Warning: quite a bit of angst ahead Kittens.
Chapter One: Wish
Harry Potter was an unusual boy in many ways. Firstly, he had unruly black hair and incredibly vivid emerald eyes, but that wasn’t the most unusual thing about him. Since he could remember he had a scar shaped like a lightning bold on his forehead. To his knowledge he had gotten it in the car crash that killed his parents. That was another thing, he was an orphan. His parents were killed when he was but one, so he stayed with his only blood relatives, his aunt Petunia Dursley and her husband Vernon.
Young Harry found out at a very young age that his family didn’t like him. While his cousin Dudley got everything he asked for, Harry was lucky if he even got food after a long day’s work. As soon as Harry turned four, Vernon and Petunia gave him a list of chores to do every day. While some were easy, many were very tough. It was unthinkable that Harry would be able to finish everything on the list, but if he didn’t his uncle would make sure that Harry knew just how displeased he was.
As Harry grew, so did his list of chores. His punishments also grew in severity if he was not able to finish them. Soon, Vernon, Petunia, and even Dudley found any reason to beat Harry. The poor, dark haired boy was powerless to stop anything his relatives did. Every day, he would wake at the crack of dawn and start on his list.
“Boy!” Harry cringed at the sound. He had done something wrong. Again.
Harry followed the sound of his uncle’s fuming. Vernon was in the kitchen, glaring for all he was worth at the floor. Harry timidly entered the room.
“Boy, explain this!” Vernon demanded as he pointed at the floor.
Harry squinted at the floor, trying to see what his uncle was pointing at but he couldn’t see anything wrong with it.
“…Sir, I can’t see anything.” Harry said barely above a whisper.
Suddenly he felt his uncle’s fist hit his face. Harry moved with the punch to try to lessen the pain, a trick he had learned not long after his punishments had worsened.
“Boy, you better see it soon, or it’ll be another beating for you!” Vernon growled. Again, he hit the small boy and fumed out of the room.
Harry nursed his bruised jaw. He moved to the cupboard under the sink to fetch the cleaning supplies. He lugged a bucked of water and a rag over to the area his uncle had pointed at. Squinting his eyes, Harry still couldn’t see what his uncle had been talking about. He sighed, his uncle would always find an excuse to punish him. This wouldn’t happen if you weren’t such a stupid freak, he kept saying. Maybe he was right.
The emerald eyed boy got to his knees and got to work. As he scrubbed, he wished he weren’t a freak, maybe then his family would love him. He could not remember how many times he had gotten hit just because. Harry closed his eyes, he would not cry, that would only make things worse for him. It was his own fault for being so stupid. The small boy wiped the tears from his face and looked at the spot on the floor, it was spotless. Quickly, Harry finished cleaning the floor and hurried outside to work on his aunt’s garden. He didn’t want to be punished again.
Soon, the sun had set and his relatives were cleaning up after a delicious meal. Harry was still outside working.
Some people would find it hard to believe that a five-year-old had to do the things that the young Harry Potter had to do every day. Vernon had become very violent. In Harry’s eyes, his uncle wasn’t the jolly man that everyone said he was. To Harry, Uncle Vernon was his punisher, he was the man who beat him for being bad, a freak. He was the man who locked him in the cupboard under the stairs at night, the only kind of room he deserved. While his cousin had two bedrooms, Harry was in a cramped space that he had to share with cleaning supplies.
From his room under the stairs, Harry could hear everyone move around the house. Harry liked to wake early so that he could hear his Aunt and Uncle moving around on the top floor. If Uncle Vernon sang in the shower, Harry could be assured that his day would be far better than if Uncle Vernon did not sing. If Petunia didn’t get out of bed at six forty five sharp, Harry knew that the list of chores he had to finish would be very long.
The chores that the Dursleys had him do were not easy at all. It was expected of him to keep the house spotless and he did his very best everyday. But however hard Harry tried to please his relatives, Uncle Vernon always found new ways to punish him. By Harry’s fifth birthday, he had a nice collection of bruises on his body. His uncle never broke any bones, he didn’t want to have to take a freak like him to the hospital where normal people were treated.
“What’s with that weird scar on your face, freak?” Dudley said as Harry passed him in the hallway. “It just shows how weird you really are!”
Harry didn’t say anything, he just kept walking down the hallway, trying to ignore whatever his cousin said. He knew he deserved it, but it still hurt. Harry sighed and just kept moving.
“That’s right, freak, just keep walking,” the pudgy boy said. “We don’t want you here!”
Harry just closed his eyes and made his way back to the cupboard under the stairs. It was the only place that his relatives couldn’t follow him to. He curled up on the small make-shift bed, clutching his old blanket to his body. The day had been so long. He had watched longingly as his family set up the Christmas tree and talked about presents. He knew that he wouldn’t be getting any, but that wasn’t what really hurt. He would never have someone to love him, real family. He closed his eyes, visualizing in his head a pair of warm emerald eyes like his own, make believing he had someone to hug him and wipe away his tears.
“I wish I could be with my family.” he whispered brokenly.
The young boy cried himself to sleep, not knowing that his words were heard. Outside the house, a grin formed on the man’s lips and suddenly his face became contorted and veiny.
“Done.”
To Be Continued…
Can anyone see where this is going? Don't worry, this was just an introduction, the Buffyverse role in this story will be clear soon, next chapter really.
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Anna
"Well, I got things to do, people to annoy and monkeys to migrate"
"We are witches and they are wiccans...you know members of WICCA....The Women Identified Candle and Cookie Association" - Angels and Goddesses
). There's no rule that all VDs must be female, is there? Don't worry, it will all become clear in the next chapter. Well, not all, but at least some of your doubts will be answered, maybe. I'm already writing up the second chapter, it won't take long.
and YAY!
Before the 2nd update I would have thought he'd be sent to Willow and Tara, but obviously not. 
I would say more, but because of that, I'll just say I love it, and plz plz continue!! 
It's just not something we're used to seeing really. I mean, if you look at the show, all the vengence demons were women, and then D'Hoffryn just sort of lorded over them...or something. Or we could just forget I ever said anything!