Authors Note and legalese: First off I do not own any part of the Harry Potter Series or the Buffy stuff either. If I did I would not write about them here, instead I would release this and make a ton of money. Since I don't, you are reading this disclaimer. I will not post it at the beginning of every chapter since I think this probably covers my ass pretty good.

Timeline: This story begins in November of 2003. I have taken into account only the seven books of the Harry Potter series, and the seven seasons of Buffy that appeared on television. I have not read the comics, or watched the Angel stuff (I never really even liked the Angel character to be honest since he was a little too angsty for my tastes). I have also decided to ignore the last chapter of Harry Potter since it will not work with my story. Keep in mind that most of the Harry Potter books took place before most of the Buffy stuff did chronologically. It is generally accepted Harry Potter was born in July 31st, 1980. Buffy Summers would have been born January 19th, 1981. This means that they are roughly the same age, and while Harry was killing Tom Riddle (May 1998), Buffy would have been dealing with an evil Angelus who had once again lost his soul.

Disclaimer: I am not a member of the grammar police brigade. I will occasionally make grammatical errors, and some of them are intentional because I feel that pauses are represented in different way in the English language. Some of them are because this is supposed to be fun, and if I spend all my time correcting grammar mistakes it makes this tedious. I will also take a bit of liberty from time to time with the characters, and if they occasionally seem out of character I will say it's because they have been through things that change people. In addition, my chapters will most likely start out rather short as I tell some of the backstory and get the ball rolling. They will probably get longer as the story progresses. That's enough of that, so let's get on with the story.

Chapter 1

November 2003

Harry Potter was tired. Not just the kind of tired that comes from staying up all night drinking fire whiskey and laughing with your mates, that was child's play. He was the kind of tired that comes from spending three months on the run chasing a wanted fugitive. The kind of tired that makes your brain feel like it's been put through a blender. This is not the ideal frame of mind for an Auror to be in when he's filling out a report. The words all start to run together and form funny patterns on the paper.

Right after the Battle of Hogwarts, the Malfoy family as a whole up and disappeared. After the Ministry began rebuilding and replacing key figures in the government, they started hunting down the remaining Death Eaters. Most came willingly, not wanting to prolong the fight any longer than they had to. Some of them remembered that the last time their so called Master died the ones who went to prison and proclaimed eternal loyalty were rewarded greatly when he returned. Others just realized the inevitability of the situation and wanted to get it over with. What none of them realized was that the new Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt, wasn't planning on playing around. Since the dementors were no longer guarding the prison it was decided that all persons proven to be an agent of Voldemort would be put to death. Harry had been against the whole thing, but decided to support Kingsley and didn't voice his opposition. They had all been lined up and marched through the veil one evening. It had all been kept pretty quiet in order to keep others from being scared to turn themselves in.

Harry decided to follow his dreams and become an Auror. Since there were so few Aurors left he was put through a rapid training program and a year later was awarded his badge. He was immediately assigned to the team that was in charge of hunting down the remaining Death Eaters and they had managed to catch all but three. They finally caught a break when a ministry employee was on vacation in France and spotted three blonde Englishmen eating breakfast at a small café. Harry was sent to scout the area and discovered that it was indeed the Malfoy's. Draco and Narcissa didn't even put up a fight when he approached them; they simply locked the door to their home and went with the team back to England. Lucius on the other hand was a different story. He went on the run and when Harry finally caught up with him it was a battle to the death.

So here he was the last person in a task force that was no longer needed. Once this report was finished he would be reassigned, and who knows what would happen then. He didn't think he could stand a life of dealing with cauldron dealers that used cheap pewter and petty thieves.

Before he even realized it he finished his report and got up to take it to his superiors. He reported directly to the Head Auror, and man named John Arthur. He had been one of those who quit when it became obvious that Voldemort was pulling the strings at the Ministry, and after it was all over was given the job by Kingsley himself.

His secretary was sitting at her desk when he arrived. "He's expecting you Harry, go ahead and go right in" she told him as he walked past with a smile.

"Harry, it's good to see you. Come on in my boy, have a seat" the Head Auror said as he got up to shake Harry's hand. "It's a shame you weren't able to bring Lucius in alive. It would have been nice to watch him walk through the veil" he said as he took his seat behind the desk.

"You know I never approved of all that rubbish John. I'm glad it went the way it did, not even Malfoy deserves to be marched through that thing. We don't even bloody know what happens to them when they go through there. For all we know they come out on the other end in another dimension or something."

John chuckled when he heard this. The truth is that the Department of Mysteries had spent a lot of time studying the Veil, and that was actually the leading theory they were working with at the moment.

"That's a conversation for another time Harry. I wanted to personally receive this report for two reasons. The first is to inform you that as of the moment you placed that thing in my hand your task force was officially disbanded. I want to be the first to congratulate you on a job well done. I know you sacrificed a lot over the last few years, and believe me when I say that all of us from the Minister down appreciate everything you've done. The second reason was to inform you that, effective immediately, you are reassigned to the newly formed Special Projects Division" he said with a smile on the corners of his lips. The Special Projects Division had been formed a month ago while Harry was out running around Europe. They were a separate branch of the DMLE, with their own Head.

"I don't understand John, I'm an Auror. I was told that they were a separate department."

"They are, and you're still an Auror. You're on loan so to speak. You will still maintain your status as one of us while you work with them. Kingsley wants to fill you in on all the details himself, so you are instructed to report to his office at nine tomorrow morning" as he was finishing his sentence John got up and walked around the desk prompting Harry to come to his feet. This was a generally accepted signal among the Aurors that you were being dismissed. "Do you have any questions Harry?"

"I'm sure they'll all be answered in the morning. To be honest I'm looking forward to crawling in bed."

The two men shook hands and Harry exited the office, smiling once more at the pretty secretary as he walked by. He had seen this woman many times over the years, but for some reason he could never remember her name. She had graduated a couple of years ahead of him and he remembered seeing her around, but they didn't know each other back then. She had red hair though, and that always reminded him of Ginny. Then again, most things reminded him of Ginny.

As he reached the atrium he realized he didn't remember walking there. He walked to the fireplace, deposited the correct amount of powder, and said "Grimmauld Place" as the green flames consumed him and whisked him away to his home.

"Hello Master, it's good to have you back home" Blinkey the house elf said as he brushed off the soot from his clothes after climbing out of the fire. Kreacher had died a few years ago, and since he was gone so often Harry felt it was necessary to find a replacement. He missed the grumpy old elf, but had to admit that the house actually felt like a home since Blinkey arrived. One of the first things she did was remove all of the old and dark objects that Kreacher was so fond of. She even was able to get rid of the screaming portrait of Sirius' mother. It turned out that it had been stuck to the wall with house elf magic, and any elf could have removed it at any time.

"It's good to be home Blinkey. Sorry I was gone for so much longer than I expected, but you know how these things go" she in fact was quite accustomed to Harry being gone for long periods of time.

"Master is too kind, apologizing to a house elf. It's not right Master Harry. I am your servant after all" she replied in perfect English. She had taken it on as a personal mission to make her master understand the role of human house elf relations. Prior to working for Harry she had been the head elf for a large estate and was in charge of teaching the children manners, and etiquette. Her entire household had been wiped out by Death Eaters while she had been out running errands. She was brought to Harry's attention by Hermione after the old elf had reported to the Ministry as no longer having a family to serve.

"You're right Blinkey; I will try to do better in the future. Wake me up tomorrow morning at seven, I have a meeting with Kingsley and don't want to be late" he said as he walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He didn't even bother to shower, he simply got undressed and went straight to bed.