Prologue Part One: Meet the Mikaelsons
Harry awoke to the sound of his Aunt Petunia's highly unpleasant shriek of a voice.
"What is it?" he asked
She put her hands on her hips and frowned.
"Grunnings has decided to expand its offices overseas. Your Uncle Vernon will have to meet with contractors in New Orleans tomorrow. So pack your things. Our flight leaves in a few hours." she said, and turned to leave
"Why?"
Petunia stopped and turned around.
"I don't like this any more than you do, Freak. But Mrs. Figg is out of town visiting relatives, and there's no one else in the neighbourhood that would be saddled with your freakishness. So pack your things. Now." she hissed, before striding out of the room and slamming the door.
Harry sighed and rolled out of bed. He groaned when he hit the floor, but managed to pick himself up and throw his clothes into his trunk. He had just dragged his trunk along with Hedwig's cage to the front door when Uncle Vernon advanced on him.
"What do you think you're doing, Boy? You are not bringing that bird with us."
Harry rolled his eyes. He opened the cage and Hedwig flew out and perched on his arm.
"Go stay with the Weasleys. I'll come for you in a few weeks." said Harry
He opened the front door and Hedwig flew out.
"There. Happy?"
"Overjoyed. Now put your trunk in the car." said Uncle Vernon
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." replied Harry
Harry did his best to tune out Dudley's whining until they made it onto the plane. The Dursleys had all gotten seats in first class, while Harry was seated in economy class. But Harry didn't mind. He was seated between a quietly snoozing business man and the window, so he simply spent the flight observing the clouds and sky and the Atlantic Ocean beneath.
The sun was just setting as Harry's plane touched down on the New Orleans air strip. Having only his trunk and no carry-on, Harry was able to quickly exit the plane. He tuned out the noises around him and waited for his trunk at baggage claim. Soon enough they were on their way to the hotel. But the second Harry stepped outside, he felt a wave of magic pulse through him. Everything around him fell away, and he could hear a woman's voice calling his name. He ignored the Dursleys and followed the voice. He wandered for hours, until he stopped in front of a house. He looked around and found himself in the middle of the French Quarter. The moon was now high in the sky overhead.
"I must have been walking for hours." Harry said to himself
He had no idea how to find his way back, so he wandered into the house in front of him. Inside, there was a man and two women sitting at the dinner table. The man stood up when Harry entered.
"Can I help you?" the man asked in a clear british accent
"I'm sorry to intrude. It's just- I just got in today and I sort of wandered off, and the next thing I knew I was in front of your house and hours had gone by. Do you think you can help me find my hotel?" asked Harry
Both women dropped their forks and looked at the man, then at Harry. The man just kept looking at Harry.
"Did I say something wrong?" asked Harry
The man recovered from his stupor first.
"No, no, of course not. Tell me, are you 14 years old?" the man asked
Harry felt a chill. His free hand rested on the pocket of his pants where his wand was hidden.
"How did you know that?" asked Harry
"Because 13 and a half years ago, our 6 month old son was taken from us. The kidnapper left a note saying that if we ever attempted to locate him, we would find his corpse on our doorstep the next day. So we did the only thing we could do. I had my witches cast a spell over the entire city of New Orleans. A spell that, should he ever return to New Orleans, he would find his way here. So we have waited for over a decade, but now you're finally home." he said
"But that's impossible. My parents were Lily and James Potter." said Harry
Harry opened his trunk and opened the photo album Hagrid had given him.
"Are there any pictures from when you were younger than 6 months old? What about sonogram pictures?" asked the brunette woman
Harry's conviction faltered.
"No, there aren't." he said
Harry paused a few moments in thought.
"Show me the letter." said Harry
The blonde woman zipped out of the room in, literally, the blink of an eye, and reappeared just as fast holding a letter written on parchment. It said just what the man had told Harry it said, but one very important detail stood out to Harry like an ink stain on a wedding dress.
"I know this handwriting. I know who it was. How could he do this!?" Harry demanded
Magic was pouring out of him, as his rage escalated. The house shook, and a migraine forced Harry to his knees. The house shook, and the man and women rushed to his side. Suddenly something snapped, and Harry felt like he had broken out of a cage he hadn't even known he was trapped in. He felt new energy coursing through him. Then he felt excrutiating pain as blood that was black as ink seeped out of his scar. But as soon as it was gone, the scar healed over completely. The man carried him over to the couch, and Harry lay there until the pain died down.
Once the pain was gone, he sat up on the couch, and the man, the blonde woman and the brunette woman were still nearby. Though now they were joined by another man, and two new women.
"So you're my real family." said Harry
"Yes, I'm your father. My name is Klaus Mikaelson." said the man
"I'm Hayley, your Mom." said the brunette woman
"And I'm Caroline. You can call me Caroline if you want, but I'd really like it if you called me Mom too." said the blonde woman
When Caroline said this, Harry noticed the intimacy between the three of them, and realized that they were all together.
"Of course, Mom." said Harry
Hayley and Caroline both lunged forward and wrapped Harry in a warm hug. Klaus watched Mothers and Son interact fondly.
"I do hope you haven't forgotten us, Brother." the other man spoke up
"Of course not, Brother." said Klaus
The others introduced themselves as Elijah, Rebekah and Sophie. They spent the entire evening eating and talking about themselves and learning about each other.
"Harry, you mentioned that you knew who it was that took you." said Caroline
Harry nodded.
"That handwriting belongs to Albus Dumbledore; the Headmaster of the school of magic that I go to. I suppose it makes sense. He was the one who placed me with the Dursleys after my par- I mean the Potters died." explained Harry
"I take it these 'Dursleys' raised you?" asked Klaus
"I lived in their house, but I wouldn't consider what they did to be parenting." said Harry
As though she knew what he was going to say, Hayley clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white.
"They made me do all the chores and cooking, while they lavished their son with presents. Until I was 11, I lived in a cupboard under the stairs. Even then they only gave me my own room because they were terrified of Hagrid." said Harry
"Caroline, love, step back for a moment. Hayley, look at me." said Klaus
Caroline backed up. Hayley's eyes were now glowing gold, and she was shaking with fury. Klaus put his arms around her. He drew her close, but her expression remained unchanged. Finally he kissed her, and she seemed to melt into his embrace.
Elijah then spoke up.
"This has certainly been an eventful evening. I believe it is time we allowed Niklaus and his mates to properly catch up with their son. It was nice meeting you, Harry." he said, before he stepped out, followed by Rebekah and Sophie.
"Why did her eyes change like that?" asked Harry
"That's right, I totally forgot that you don't know. Klaus is half vampire and half werewolf, and Hayley is a full-blooded werewolf, which makes you 3/4 werewolf and 1/4 vampire." explained Caroline
"Wow." was all Harry could say
"Don't worry. Now that we have you back, it's time to teach you what it means to be a hybrid." said Klaus with a smile
End Prologue Part 1