DISCLAIMER: I own nothing here, just my own brain.
a/n: Well, the idea for this came to me when I was marathoning Vampire Diaries as well as reading/watching the Harry Potter series. All of a sudden this idea came in my head. Well, I hope you enjoy it. Its been a long time since I actually wrote a fanfiction.
This is beyond enough! When will this... this...bullshit end!?
Minerva McGonagall had been making her rounds through London, on the lookout for suspicious activity now that the school term had ended. The Sneakoscope that Moody had given her had guided her to a street where a man with his back to her had made a transaction with a scantily clad muggle prostitute. For a moment Minerva thought the Sneakoscope had gone off due to the fact that the man was married or something. She turned to continue on her way.
Then she heard the sounds of struggle, the woman's scream. She hurried back to find the girl writhing on the ground, sobbing with pain while the man had a wand pointed at her, maniacal laughter pouring from his lips.
Wasting no time, Minerva drew her wand and blasted a jinx at him, sending him flying. The girl's screams stopped and Minerva spared a glance at her, heart clenching. She couldn't have been more than seventeen.
That last second nearly cost her. The Death Eater had regained his feet and aimed his wand.
"Avad-"
SNAP!
Minerva's gasped, eyes widening to their full limits as a pair of slender hands roughly snapping her foe's neck stopped him from saying the spell that would have ended her. His body crumpled to the ground to reveal her savior.
"Wow. He was very rude..."
She was a slender blond woman with full lips and bright blue eyes that appeared to shine in the light of the muggle street lamps. However, Minerva wasn't fooled by her delicate appearance. As liberal as she was, she was no fool to believe that a human woman could snap a full grown man's neck with such ease.
"What do you want, vampire?"
The blond smiled and held her hands up to show she meant no harm. "Easy. I just want to talk." She then glanced at the shaking muggle girl who was eying the scene with frightened eyes. Bloody hell, Minerva would have to alert the Ministry after performing the Obliviate charm on her.
Quick as lightning the vampire was now in front of the girl, forcing her to look her in the eyes. Minerva could actually see her pupils expand and contract as she held the muggle's gaze for compulsion.
"Forget whatever just happened. You had a rough customer but he ran the moment you screamed. Now, go on about your way."
The girl nodded and stood, dumbly making her way down the street as she tugged at her tight leather skirt.
Once she was gone, the vampire rose to her feet and Minerva swallowed when she realized exactly who was. "Rebekah Mikaelson."
"Don't worry, I just want to talk." She then glanced at the dead Death Eater. "You're welcome for that by the way. Inner coven battles? Or a witch wannabee Jack the Ripper? Or was he just an ass?"
Minerva ignored the question to repeat one of her own. "What do you want?"
Rebekah only smiled. "All this neck snapping has me a bit peckish. I noticed a cute little diner a few blocks ahead. Can I treat you to dinner?"
"It is highly unusual for someone like you to approach someone like me."
"Not as unusual as you might think."
Minerva McGonagall merely eyed the beautiful and deceptively young woman who sat across from her in the dimly lit muggle restaurant. The girl before her had an order of fish and chips in front of her and a bottled water. Minerva had politely refused any food offered to her, nerves to on edge from the nights event to even think of partaking of food. And having a creature such as this requesting a meeting was even more unnerving. It was a miracle she was even able to transfigure herself into muggle clothing for the meeting.
The vampire had suggested that they speak in a public place to offer her the illusion of safety. The witch hardly felt safe, knowing that the vampire could easily compel everyone here, if she hadn't already, into attacking her. And she would be hard pressed to defend herself one for fear of exposure as well as harming innocent people who had nothing to do with this. Not to mention the fact that there where enough Death Eaters killing muggles as it was. But, she had agreed.
"And you searched me out because?" she asked as the vampire ate her food.
Rebekah smirked at that. "I recalled my brother speaking of a witch named Minerva McGonagall. Though, he failed to tell me how attractive you would be for a woman your age. You must have to beat off cougar hounds with a stick."
At that Minerva sniffed, unimpressed. "Don't waste that questionable Original charm on me, vampire. It won't work."
Now the girl smiled fully. "I take it you're more than use to dealing with my brothers? Judging by that tight frown, I'm betting it was Klaus. My brother does have a way of irritating people. Or was it Kol?"
The witch did not answer but simple arched her thin brows. "Rebekah, why did you wish to speak with me?"
"I need a witch's help."
"I figured as much. But I find it strange, if not suspicious that a vampire, an Original one at that, comes to me right at the height of the war."
Now the blond looked thoroughly confused. "What war? I trust you don't mean the mess in the Middle East."
"Hardly."
Rebekah leaned back in her chair. "Well, I can assure whatever it was I have no clue about what's going on. I've been in America for the better part of ninety years, most of that daggered and comatose and desiccating in a coffin thanks to my sadistic brother, so forgive me if I'm not up to date on your tug of war and sandbox battles."
At that Minerva's hackles rose, her shoulders squared and she looked almost ready to spring and attack like the cat she was known to transform into. "This 'sandbox battle' as you so flippantly call it, is the worst event Wizarding world. Many lives lost at the hands of a madman who could give even your brother a run for his money. Many of my friends died, children orphaned. So if you want my help, you won't speak of it in such a way to me again."
Rebekah narrowed her eyes at the witch. "You're lucky I'm desperate, otherwise I would rip your tongue out of your face for talking to me like that."
Minerva's hand went to her wand and her eyes narrowed as she leaned forward. "You can try. You came to me for help. Show me more respect, or look elsewhere. Or go back to the box you were in because I believe all bratty children could do with a time out."
At that Rebekah bristled but took a deep breath through her nose. "Very well. I apologize. I'm just on edge about what's going on. Come with me." She reached into her purse, pulled out some muggle money, enough for the meal and a rather large tip for the fortunate waitress and headed for the door.
Curiosity outweighing her distrust, Minerva followed. Once outside, the vampire grabbed the witch's hand and within a flash, the two were standing at the door of a muggle house.
Rebekah unlocked the door and walked inside of the home. A couple was seated on the couch, the man was typing on one of those things... a laptop, while the woman tried to calm down a fussy baby. Upon the vampire's entrance, the woman looked up and smiled.
"Rebekah, you're back. Hope just woke up from her nap and I've been trying to get her back to sleep. A bunch of owls flew overhead and the hooting woke her."
Inwardly, Minerva huffed. Those idiot graduates. Yes, leaving school was a time for celebration but you would think that with the war, their mass invites to huge Firewhiskey fuel parties could wait.
Rebekah did not seem none the wiser and just took the fussy baby from the woman. Cold fear seized the witch at the sight of the vampire holding a helpless baby, but it then morphed to confusion at the genuine love and affection she showed the baby girl.
"It's such a pity I can't compel you the way I do these people... Maybe then you wouldn't give them such a hard time." The baby reached out a chubby fist and tried to tug on Rebekah's long gold locks. The vampire laughed then looked back up, seemingly remembering she had non-compelled company.
"Listen, Minerva... she's the reason I brought you here. She's being hunted. I need you to place a cloaking spell on her so she cannot be found."
Minerva cautiously reached out to touch the baby's downy chestnut hair. She couldn't have been no more than a couple of months old. The little girl looked up at her with bright blue eyes and gurgled contently. So many other baby's had been either been born or were on the way. The Prewett brothers younger sister Molly had just had another boy, Ronald, in February. Though how she managed with those rambunctious two year old twins was beyond her. Alice and Frank Longbottom were expecting a child in the next couple of months as were James and Lily Potter.
"Why me?" Minerva asked finally. The Originals had a reputation for strong arming witches and wizards to do their dirty work. Though that was mainly the Hybrid. Either way, they must have had at least a hundred witches to threaten or blackmail or bribe. Why come to her?
Rebekah made a fleeting motion towards the two muggles and they soundlessly retreated upstairs. Rebekah offered her a seat and sat down herself. "Because, as I said before, my brother spoke of you a couple of years ago. He told me he had met a witch named Minerva McGonagall many years back, and that you were a woman of honor. Anyone my brother holds to such high esteem, especially a witch, is the only one I can trust with this. The only one our family can trust with this."
The witch stiffened, memories of the Honorable Elijah coming back to the surface of her mind when she had long buried them. She hoped her face remained stoic but the pretty vampire's face melted to a knowing and sympathetic smile.
"I see..." she muttered, but was kind enough not to pry.
"Who is hunting this baby and why?" Minerva asked, not wanting to get into a sloppy discussion about her past.
The vampire stilled, as if debating on whether or not to tell her what was going on with this child. "That I cannot tell you. Not only for her safety," she added, "but for yours. The less you know, the better. But ask yourself this. Do you want an innocent baby to die just because I withheld some information?"
Minerva let out a sigh, her mind warring with her heart. On the one hand, she did not want to get involved in vampire business. Especially so soon after the war. However, she couldn't leave an innocent baby to die. And it seemed this vampire really did care for her. She even spotted a few bloodbags laying about the apartment, which told her she wasn't feeding from the muggles she had compelled to watch the child in her absence. However, she wasn't sure she trusted this one. She decided she would speak to the one she did trust out of the Originals, even if it would be extremely awkward.
"I would like to speak with Elijah, if you please. Forgive me, but-"
"You don't trust me." Rebekah gave a humorless smile but nodded. Fine. "She dug into her purse and pulled out a silver device that had a picture of lit up city and a clock on the display.
Sometimes the innovation of muggles amazed her.
After pressing a few buttons that weren't even buttons, there was a ringing sound. "Elijah, it's Rebekah. I found a witch but she wants to speak with you before she does anything. You know her. Minerva McGonagall..." She quickly filled him in on the recent happenings of the evening. There was silence, and then finally she handed the phone to her.
"Hello, Minerva." That voice brought back a flood of memories of sharp fangs buried in her flesh, torrid kisses and her broken heart when she left. "It's been a long time."
"Elijah," she was thankful her voice did not betray the inner torment she felt. All these years and she still carried a torch for him. How pathetic.
"I can assure you, this is no trick. We merely wish to keep the child safe from those who might seek to do her harm, so that she may grow up happy and healthy. I understand you have been having a rough time with the war. I do apologize for your loss. But let me tell you that now we are in the middle of our own war, and we wish to keep this child away from that. Many of the witches that we know are either dead or have betrayed us, now unless the years have warped you horribly, you are the only witch still living that I would trust enough with this task. Minerva," she held her breath hen he said her name, just like when she was a young Seventh Year, "I give you my word, you can trust me."
The funny thing was, she knew she could trust him. However, her mind would not let her readily agree to this. "Give me one day to decide."
She heard that sharp intake of air through his nose which told her he did not like her decision but would honor it. Once her mind was made up there was no changing it. "Very well."
She wasted no time with goodbye and handed the phone back to the blond. Rebekah looked ready to hiss and scream but wisely held her tongue. Minerva headed to the window, pausing only t look back at her. "I will let you know within a day of my decision." With that she exited the home and disapparated on the spot
She needed to speak with Dumbledore.
Quickly.