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This story is No. 2 in the series "Xiriously Black". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Xander Harris, formerly and once again Sirius Black, begins his new life.

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Harry Potter > Xander-CenteredGreywizardFR13410,11636226,01124 Aug 113 Sep 13No

Chapter One

Disclaimer: They all belong to either JKR or Joss and ME. Deal with it. I have.

Time Frame: For Harry Potter, this takes place six years after "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix," in an alternate universe, since the last two books/pieces of drek JKR wrote never happened here, and for the Scooby Gang, it takes place in Season Six of Buffy, following my earlier story, "I'm Completely Xirius, Guys,' which branched off from the canon Joss-verse near the end of episode eight, "Tabula Rasa." The timing of some of the Season Three events in the Angel timeline will be altered to better suit my purposes. This is story #2 in my 'Xiriously Black' series.

Spoilers: Most likely none, since this is completely AU from both the Joss-verse and JKR's HP-verse, although some of the past events in these universes might be referenced in passing.

Character Bashing: None.

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: This one is unbeta'd, as all of these submissions will be.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 3: This is story #23 for Challenge 6471: August Fic-A-Day 2011.

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Summers residence
Sunnydale, CA

December 5, 2001

"Hey, Dawn, what's new and exciting, back in the 'Dale?"

"XANDER??!!"

The high-pitched squeal echoing from the receiver felt as though someone had stuck an ice pick in his ear, Xander instantly decided, even as he managed not to drop his phone, while making him momentarily regret his decision to call someone in Sunnydale in an effort to fill the time he had originally intended to spend having dinner with Hermione. The fact that she had cancelled their dinner date in order to spend that time with Harry, instead, balanced things out nicely, he'd adjudged, once he'd listened to her reasons for the last-minute cancellation.

"Yep, that's me," the former Scooby-turned-pureblood British wizard superfluously confirmed his identity to the enthusiastic teen on the other end of the line, once his ear stopped ringing quite so loud.

"Omygodhowareyoudoinghowseverythinggoingforyouandareyoureallylearninghowtodomagicoverthere," was the next seemingly endless question issuing from his phone, and he took advantage of the momentary pause which followed as Dawn caught her breath, to break into what would otherwise have been an extremely one-sided conversation.

"I'm fine, everything's going well, and I already knew how to do magic before I got here," he sequentially answered the questions asked by the younger Summers sister.

"But I did get a new wand last week," he added thoughtfully, "and that makes it a lot easier to cast spells, so that's something new, I guess.

"Anyway, how're things going with you guys back there in Sunny-Hell?" he asked. "How're you doing? How's school going? Are you putting in any extra effort to drive Giles crazy, since I'm not around to contribute my part?

"And, most importantly, are there any boys still hanging around that Buffy hasn't scared off, that I need to come back and give the shovel speech to?" he inquired with a wide smile, knowing that Dawn would be giving him a narrow-eyed glare when she heard his final question.

"Xander, that isn't funny!" Xander heard Dawn complain in a typical mournful and angst-filled teenage whine. "None of the boys at school will even look in my direction, any more!

"And it's all Buffy's fault!" she finished her lament, clearly seeking support in her quest to be viewed as a helpless and mistreated victim of a cruel and capricious Fate.

"She got all freaked out and hyper-protective the other night after I got in from being at the mall with Janice, when she noticed my shirt wasn't completely buttoned, and she started demanding to know who we were with, and what we were doing, and when I wouldn’t tell her whether there were any boys with us, she told me I was grounded for a month!" Dawn declared, the righteous indignation in her voice clearly evident at the obvious outrageousness of her sister's actions.

"Well, you probably don't want to hear this, Dawnie, but Buffy might not have been quite so… proactive… with regard to your going out, if you and Janice hadn't lied to her on Halloween so you two could go out to meet some guys," Xander pointed out, in what he felt was a reasonable and understanding tone of voice.

"And both of them turned out to be vampires, remember?" he reminded her.

"I *knew* you'd take her side!" Dawn immediately snapped upon hearing Xander's response. "I shouldn't have even bothered talking to you!"

"Well, if you don't want to talk to me, then I guess you're not interested in talking about maybe coming over here for a visit at Christmas, then," Xander said, glad the angsting teen couldn't see the wide smirk on his face as he dropped that conversational grenade.

"Oh well, I guess I'll talk to you later, then, Dawn. Bye."

"WHAT? NO, XANDER! DON'T HANG UP! DON'T HANG UP!!" Dawn literally screamed into the phone, and Xander barely stopped himself from laughing aloud at hearing her frantic, near-panic-stricken shrieks of protest.

"Okay, Dawnie, don’t worry. I'm still here," he finally managed to say without any indication of mirth. "Is Buffy around?

"'Cause I'd like to talk to her about you two, and the rest of the Gang, coming over and staying here at Christmas time for a sort-of vacation kind of thing," he said.

"That would be fantastic, Xander!!!" Dawn squealed with delight. "Hold on a minute, and I'll go get her!"

It was less than two minutes later when Buffy picked up the phone, with Xander able to hear Dawn vocally urging her sister to "Just tell him 'Yes,' okay, Buffy? Just say you agree, okay?" in the background.

"Hi, Xander," he heard Buffy greet him. "Dawn's telling me you want us all to come visit you over in England at Christmas time."

"Yeah, Buffy, that's right," he agreed with her immediately. "And before you say anything about it being too expensive to fly here or anything, remember that we're talking about magic here.

"I can get all of you guys a portkey from the Department of Magical Transportation which will transport everyone from Los Angeles International Airport to the International Portkey Terminal at Heathrow Airport, along with all of your luggage," he informed the Slayer, "and it won't take you more than twenty, maybe twenty-five minutes, for the entire trip.

"And since all of you guys'll be staying with me here at the house, it's not gonna cost you practically anything, except for maybe whatever souvenirs you pick up," he noted, trying to quash any potential objections before they could be raised.

"It'll be a real learning experience for Dawnie, too, what with her being able to see other cultures and how people live in other countries, even if they are stuffy and tweed-ish," he pointed out, smiling when he heard her give a small snort at his description of the (other) natives.

"I don't know, Xand," Buffy began, doubtfully, while he could hear Dawn in the background loudly pleading with her sister to accept the invitation.

"You don't have to say anything now, Buffy," Xander interrupted her before she could say anything more. "I'm gonna be in Los Angeles the day after tomorrow on business, and I was planning on coming down and seeing how everyone is doing, once I got things finished up.

"So why don't you just think about the trip, talk it over with the rest of the Gang, and you can give me an answer, then, okay?" he said.

"I guess that'll be okay, Xand," Buffy agreed. "It certainly can't hurt anything to consider it."

"Great! I'll see you sometime late Thursday, then," he told her before hanging up.

"Okay then," he murmured to himself as he gave some thought on what he needed to do next.

"How do I set things up so she can't say, 'No,'?"
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