First year Xander
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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
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Adult +
Chapters:
2
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1,508
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3
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First year Xander
Author\'s note: This is just the start.. I was reading the challanges and it sounded interesting...so here it is. No LUV yet
First Year Xander
The key fit in the lock of the flat. Xander turned the gothic door knob and walked in to the hallway. He took off his trench coat, a black London Fog, the irony was not lost on him, and hung it up on the freaky coat rack.
"Leave it to Giles to have a coat rack made out of demon parts. If that horn tears my coat I'll kill him." Xander sighed and looked around, "Hey Giles? You here?" Xander moved further into the flat and set his suitcase down. "Hey G-man, is this anyway to great your house guest?"
"Figures" Xander sighed. "Not there at the airport and not here either." Xander walked through the dimly lit living room and headed for what he hoped was the kitchen. "I hope the G-man has something besides crumpets and tea in here."
"Don't move" a soft voice hissed in his ear. Xander naturally froze, he was used to being threatened so it came naturally to comply. "Turn around slowly, mud blood."
Xander turned around and a surprised laugh broke from him. "What they hell are you. Some kind of Dungeons and Dragons reject." Xander took in the white robes and the mask that covered the mans face. "Not that I would know anything about Dungeons and Dragons. I'm not at geek. And why are you pointing a stick of wood at me. Am I suppose to find that threatens? I mean, ohhhhhhhh you have wood...." Xander yelped in shock as a flash of green light shot by his head. "Okay, scared now. Not moving. "
"I would kill you." The man's voice was softly evil. "I should kill you. But I have done what I came here. You are not worth my time Muggle." There was a loud bang and the man was gone.
Xander felt fear fill him..."he had done what he came here to do." Oh god, it did not look like he was stealing anything, his hands were empty. "Giles!" Xander ran through the flat. Opened every door he came to. "Oh Giles", Xander stood in the doorway of what appeared to be an office. Giles sat at an antique desk. His hands resting on the top of the desk and his head against the back of his chair. Xander sat down in the doorway. Giles looked untouched, but Xander could tell he was dead. He saw his still chest, and Xander put his head in his hands. "Sorry Giles."
Xander was too tired to cry. He hoped Giles would understand.
"Yes well that is quite all right. After all it was not your fault Xander." Xander yelled and jumped to his feet. Giles or what appeared to be Giles stood in the corner of the room. "I must admit I find this most distressing. I often hoped I was suitably advanced to move on no matter what the circumstances of my death."
"Giles your...your...your..."xander shuddered.
"A ghost" Giles took of his ghostly glasses and rubbed them on his ghostly tweed jacket. "Yes I am. Most unfortunate."
"No what is most unfortunate is that you are dead Giles." Xander waved his arms. "It's me isn't it. I just can't have friends that live. " Xander was working himself up in to a fit. "I mean, why can't I Giles. Ayna, in Sunnydale. Then everyone else in L.A. Now you here. I don't know if I can take much more." Xander's eyes had taken on a maniacal look and he stalked towards Giles.
Both Xander and Giles jumped when there was a loud bang came froe lie living room.
"Oh dear" Giles muttered.
Xander looked around and grabbed an axe off the wall before he walked into the room. "Okay assholes....I as tired of being everyone's butt monkey! I am gonna either kill you or you are gonna kill me." Xander stopped and saw three men standing in the middle of the living room. All of them wearing black robes and the funny thing was all were red heads. Well it would be funny if Xander had felt like laughing at that point.
"Uh Xander..."
"Shut up Giles" Xander spat without turning around.
"Really Xander I don't think"
Xander dropped the axe and turned around to face. "What?" he yelled. "What the hell do you want? Me to stand here and let them kill me. I know I am on borrowed time..but I don't really want to be living challenged okay?"
"No Xander it is just that I know these people. " Giles motioned towards the waiting red heads. " I actually asked them here tonight before my circumstances changed. They are the Weasleys, friends of mine."
"Oh well in that case" Xander put the axe down and smiled. "I'm Xander. Will you excuse me." Xander turned and walked into the bathroom and quietly shut the door. Xander sat down on the toilet and tried to choke back his sobs.
"Hey mate?", a tentative knock sounded on the door. "You okay?'
"Oh yeah." Xander sniffed. "Just peachy. Go away now."
"Oh right" the voice said. "Um just owl us if you need anything. Dad broke our phellytone."
There was a loud bang and xander finally thought he was a lone. God that was something he did not want. He moved here to be with the only friend he had left only to here too late to do anythng. "Typical Xander Harris luck"
First Year Xander
The key fit in the lock of the flat. Xander turned the gothic door knob and walked in to the hallway. He took off his trench coat, a black London Fog, the irony was not lost on him, and hung it up on the freaky coat rack.
"Leave it to Giles to have a coat rack made out of demon parts. If that horn tears my coat I'll kill him." Xander sighed and looked around, "Hey Giles? You here?" Xander moved further into the flat and set his suitcase down. "Hey G-man, is this anyway to great your house guest?"
"Figures" Xander sighed. "Not there at the airport and not here either." Xander walked through the dimly lit living room and headed for what he hoped was the kitchen. "I hope the G-man has something besides crumpets and tea in here."
"Don't move" a soft voice hissed in his ear. Xander naturally froze, he was used to being threatened so it came naturally to comply. "Turn around slowly, mud blood."
Xander turned around and a surprised laugh broke from him. "What they hell are you. Some kind of Dungeons and Dragons reject." Xander took in the white robes and the mask that covered the mans face. "Not that I would know anything about Dungeons and Dragons. I'm not at geek. And why are you pointing a stick of wood at me. Am I suppose to find that threatens? I mean, ohhhhhhhh you have wood...." Xander yelped in shock as a flash of green light shot by his head. "Okay, scared now. Not moving. "
"I would kill you." The man's voice was softly evil. "I should kill you. But I have done what I came here. You are not worth my time Muggle." There was a loud bang and the man was gone.
Xander felt fear fill him..."he had done what he came here to do." Oh god, it did not look like he was stealing anything, his hands were empty. "Giles!" Xander ran through the flat. Opened every door he came to. "Oh Giles", Xander stood in the doorway of what appeared to be an office. Giles sat at an antique desk. His hands resting on the top of the desk and his head against the back of his chair. Xander sat down in the doorway. Giles looked untouched, but Xander could tell he was dead. He saw his still chest, and Xander put his head in his hands. "Sorry Giles."
Xander was too tired to cry. He hoped Giles would understand.
"Yes well that is quite all right. After all it was not your fault Xander." Xander yelled and jumped to his feet. Giles or what appeared to be Giles stood in the corner of the room. "I must admit I find this most distressing. I often hoped I was suitably advanced to move on no matter what the circumstances of my death."
"Giles your...your...your..."xander shuddered.
"A ghost" Giles took of his ghostly glasses and rubbed them on his ghostly tweed jacket. "Yes I am. Most unfortunate."
"No what is most unfortunate is that you are dead Giles." Xander waved his arms. "It's me isn't it. I just can't have friends that live. " Xander was working himself up in to a fit. "I mean, why can't I Giles. Ayna, in Sunnydale. Then everyone else in L.A. Now you here. I don't know if I can take much more." Xander's eyes had taken on a maniacal look and he stalked towards Giles.
Both Xander and Giles jumped when there was a loud bang came froe lie living room.
"Oh dear" Giles muttered.
Xander looked around and grabbed an axe off the wall before he walked into the room. "Okay assholes....I as tired of being everyone's butt monkey! I am gonna either kill you or you are gonna kill me." Xander stopped and saw three men standing in the middle of the living room. All of them wearing black robes and the funny thing was all were red heads. Well it would be funny if Xander had felt like laughing at that point.
"Uh Xander..."
"Shut up Giles" Xander spat without turning around.
"Really Xander I don't think"
Xander dropped the axe and turned around to face. "What?" he yelled. "What the hell do you want? Me to stand here and let them kill me. I know I am on borrowed time..but I don't really want to be living challenged okay?"
"No Xander it is just that I know these people. " Giles motioned towards the waiting red heads. " I actually asked them here tonight before my circumstances changed. They are the Weasleys, friends of mine."
"Oh well in that case" Xander put the axe down and smiled. "I'm Xander. Will you excuse me." Xander turned and walked into the bathroom and quietly shut the door. Xander sat down on the toilet and tried to choke back his sobs.
"Hey mate?", a tentative knock sounded on the door. "You okay?'
"Oh yeah." Xander sniffed. "Just peachy. Go away now."
"Oh right" the voice said. "Um just owl us if you need anything. Dad broke our phellytone."
There was a loud bang and xander finally thought he was a lone. God that was something he did not want. He moved here to be with the only friend he had left only to here too late to do anythng. "Typical Xander Harris luck"