Diclaimer
I do not own Harry Potter or Vampire Diaries. I only own my OFC and the small twists I have added to both the stories to create this plot-line.
Another Gilbert
Prologue
Death
Everywhere she looked, death was all she could see.
One step forward and she mistakenly stepped on the wrist of one of the Death Eaters who died from her cutting curse to the throat.
One step back and she tripped and fell on Colin Creevey's dead body. His eyes vacantly staring into hers and his mouth opened in the silent scream he had uttered the moment the neon green Killing Curse had sailed at him. She knew; she was there when Dolohov cast the curse at him. And she was glad she was there; because she hadn't hesitated in sending her own curses onto him in vengeance.
She shakily stood back up.
A few steps to the left and she stumbled upon her dead brother; her brave little twin brother who had sacrificed his life for the undeserving Wizarding World. His raven black hair was messy as usual, but covered in blood, grime and dust from the battle they had been fighting for almost two days now. His already pale skin was now turning a deathly pallor; she touched his fingers, they were cold. His lids covered the striking emerald green eyes, so very like her own. She longed for him to open them and smile that lopsided grin of his with his green eyes twinkling at her with so much trust and love as they always did.
Her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest when she realised that they won't do that anymore. Her brother was dead; she saw her twin lying still in front of her, not breathing or smiling or crying. Her knees gave out beneath her and she kneeled beside him. She sat for what felt like hours beside his body before someone came looking for her and carried her inside and made her sit on a bench where Madam Pomfrey tended to her catatonic self.
She felt something on her face so she raised her hand to her cheek and felt something wet. She had begun crying and she didn't even know it. A hand appeared in her line of sight, someone was offering her a handkerchief to wipe her tears; the same someone who had carried her into the Great Hall. She frowned in confusion and followed the hand to the face of none other than Draco Malfoy. For the first time in either of their lives, she smiled at him—albeit weakly—and accepted the piece of cloth offered to her in goodwill.
Who knew Draco Malfoy of all people would be giving her the silent support to deal with the death of the only family she had known would remain constant throughout her life?
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Hatred
For the first time in her life she felt hatred for someone and she couldn't do anything about it since he was already dead.
She stood in the Headmaster's office after repairing her old wand.
She stared at the portrait of the old coot as he sat in his painting smiling at her with the infuriating twinkle in his eyes. It didn't matter what she said to him, the old man refused to feel any kind of remorse for all the suffering he had put her and her brother through.
She had never really trusted the man and now that she knew everything the esteemed Headmaster had done and planned from the moment Trelawney spoke the prophecy, she wished she had been more cautious of him. She had lost everything because of him and she didn't know what to do with herself.
She was a lost girl, and it was all Albus Dumbledore's fault.
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In The Memory Of
Harry James Potter
Born
31st July 1992
Died
6th April 2009
A loving brother, son, friend, and godfather
"I don't go looking for trouble, it usually finds me."
She stood with Draco, Daphne, Neville, Hermione and Kreacher while carrying Teddy in her arms as the Neville and Draco work together to cover the grave in flowers and grass after having placed the tombstone.
She was at a loss now. She always thought that after the war she and her twin would live together and make a life for themselves without the war hanging over their heads. But that didn't apple anymore. Harry was dead, Moony and Dora were dead. She had been betrayed by those she considered her friends and had a baby in her care.
In front of her were the graves of all those people she had ever considered family and had lost each and every one of them to the war; her parents lay in the centre, Harry to their left, an empty coffin for Sirius to his left, Remus to the right of her parents, and to his right lay his wife Dora.
She never had enough time with any of them. She didn't know what to do now that they all were gone. Hermione wrapped an arm around her shoulders and began leading her away from the graves. They were going to gather in Sirius' old home. It was where they all had been living ever since the war had finished three days ago, all except Draco and Daphne.
Daphne took Teddy from her arms as they walked out of the graveyard and towards her childhood home. There were flowers everywhere she saw. Everything was colourful; people were celebrating the death of the Dark Lord and the arrival of a new era where darkness would be a thing of the past.
Everything was so alive. But she felt dead inside.
Dead, alone, empty and nothing; Teddy was all that kept her tethered to this world right now.
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"Harry Potter is dead!"
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A flash of green light hit the snake-like man before he lay dead at her feet.
Dead like a mere mortal.
Killed by someone who wasn't even part of the prophecy he had tried his hardest to evade.
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.
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"Avada Kedavra!"
A loud scream
She jerked awake as the bright green light flashed behind her eyelids. She blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over her cheeks.
The nightmare was nothing different. There were flashes of different events that had been leading to this moment; her form curled up in her bed, all alone without anyone present to curl around her protectively and no one to ask her what troubled her.
Her pants echoed in the empty and cold room. It no longer held the warmth it used to when she had decorated it with her twin, her godfather and honorary uncle two years ago.
She listened to her heart thundering in her chest and took deep breathes. She wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, she knew that. Her nightmares always kept her awake.
So there she lay, blinking back tears, waiting for the sun to rise before she would get out of bed and get on with the day. Even this didn't make her feel anything but empty.
Being with Teddy was the only thing that brought any feeling to her now. She couldn't even feel sad for her pathetic state of mind. She knew she was a mess. Every morning, the only thing that she looked forward to, was watching Teddy grow up and one day become the man his parents wanted him to be.
She remained curled up as she watched the minutes tick by on the wall clock, avoiding looking at any of the photographs that covered her walls.
Alone. Empty. Awake all night long.
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She finished changing Teddy's diaper before picking him up and holding him close with his head on her shoulder before starting to rock him to sleep. She sang the lullaby Harry loved to listen to before going to bed as a child and paced slowly as her godson fell asleep.
Her gaze lifted to look at the portrait on the opposite wall as she came to a stop before it. She had painted it herself while on the run during the Horcrux hunt. It consisted of the three Marauders, Dora, Harry and her as the family they could have been.
They were all smiling at her and the sleeping Teddy in her arms. She had both loved and hated this painting while she worked on it. She had loved it for it gave her a chance to look at her family, and she had hated it for reminding her of the family she had lost.
She hated it more now.
It showed her that she had failed in keeping her family together.
It showed her the failure she had become.
It reminded her of the fact that Teddy was now an orphan like she and Harry had been.
It told her that she had broken her vow she had made to her dead parents at the age of six.
It used to make her feel love, sadness, loss, hurt, happiness, hope, and strength.
Now it made her feel was emptiness.
She would be leaving soon. Leaving behind the reminders of the family she had lost to look for a family she had never known she still had. A visit to Gringotts a week ago had revealed much to her.
She had found her real identity.
James and Lily were not the only parents she had lost.
Sirius was not the only one who had adopted her.
As she watched the portrait and finished the lullaby for Teddy, she had the strangest feeling that she would not be back to England for a long while.
And still, despite all these thoughts, all she felt was empty.