Part One: A Gathering Of Eagles

It was a rainy evening at Number Four Privet Drive, the location of a new outlet of the PanWizard/Muggle Broadcasting Network. The smell of chocolate and cherry smoke from Bertie Botts brand cigarettes was thick in the air. This was the first thing the petite blonde from California, late of a town called Sunnydale noticed as she walked in the main lobby. Word had it one of the owner's of the station,and it's most popular announcer, bought the house from it's previous Muggle owner for a song. Which was suprising as said owner grew up in the house and hated every minute of it.
A small,green witch who smelled of cigar smoke and whiskey, and who sat at reception was right on the job."What can I do for ya, skinny?"
"Buffy Summers to see Harry Potter?"
The witch smirked. "He's got a show goin' on, so he can't see ya right now...but it's wrappin' up in a few...you can go in then." She took a drag on her cigar, which was NOT manufactured by the Bertie Botts Company. The blonde sat down and thumbed through a dog-eared editon of the Daily Prophet-Sentinel, with headlines like"Sons of Voldemort support group censure Potter for defamation of character"and "Biblemen accused of abuse at Platform 9 3/4". All the while listening to the call in radio show from the lobby speakers..."So...what you are telling me is that Voldemort is alive and well and working in Cleveland as a waitress? Thank you sir....we wait all night for calls like these...." It sounded like the DJ was wrapping up his show, so the tiny blonde took a chance and silently walked in the door of the studio...as she did, the bearded, unkempt announcer looked up with a smirk, "We have a special suprise for you folks....looks like the infamous slayer, Buffy Summers, has deigned to join us tonight..."At this the tiny blonde smirked and displayed her middle finger in Harry Potter's direction.After answering a few questions about vampires and is Angel, former CEO of Wolfram, Hart, and Peterson, really cute in real life, Harry segued into the "Mallard Fillmore Freedom And Drinkin' Show", and got down to the business at hand."So....are you still gonna be a part of this?"Buffy asked, "Moneypenny and the others at the UN need to know...""You know I am...but you know this won't be easy," Harry responded while cleaning up the coffee cups and ashtrays..."Ever since the..."unification" of the Muggle and Wizarding worlds, since Volemort died...plus those bloody books by Rowling..."
"You don't have to tell me...those Biblemen the President commisioned as a "faith-based response to the forces of darkness and terrorism"...his words, not mine...have been getting in the Slayers and Watcher's hair for months..."Buffy let out an exasperated sigh, "I dunno...this does sound a little crazy, doesn't it?"
"Crazy is our specialty, remember? C'mon..."Harry said as he escorted Buffy out the door, "It's time to show you the new ride" Harry turned to his receptionist, ". Broom-Hilda. Get off your fat arse. We're going to America, what in hell do I pay you for?"
Broom Hilda spit out her cigar in a spitoon and followed the two. Later on, after a ride in the Wizarding Bus...only a Wizarding bus in name, usually the thing was filled with muggle wizard geeks hoping to get a look at the now grown-up boy wizard...not a chance of that, as Harry had taken steps to alter his appearance whenever he went out in public...today he decided to appear as comic strip icon Andy Capp.After some bumps , hairpin turns,and close calls with barmen to whom Andy owed a lot of money, the pair arrived at an all but deserted Victoria station. "Not too may Biblemen on duty here,glad to say..." Harry noted as he opened up his revised Marauder'sMap...touched a small red spot on the map ,after which, the old Hogwarts Express came roaring into view."So ...no one really uses this anymore? How do the wizard kids get to Hogwarts now?"Buffy inquired as they boarded the train."Mostly by portkey or the floo network. Shame really, the train was always my favorite part of the new school year. But wizard kids are far from safe now...so its the floo, the portkeys, or nothing." Harry responded as he nodded to Hilda, who hobbled to the front train engine."So...where is our next stop?"
Buffy wrinkled her brow, "Um...Townsville...then Philadelphia...but...I thought we'd be going to Heathrow first...""No need..."Harry said with a small grin as he murmured into aspeaking tube as the train lurched forward a few feet...and began sailing into the air! "The Weasleys once figured if they could make their Ford Anglia or whatever it was fly with charmed car parts, how much harder couldit be to do the same with a train? Pumpkin juice?" Harry said, holding up a pitcher.