Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and the Vampire Diaries and the Originals belong to Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec.

The Crossroads of Merlin

Chapter 1: The Accident

Edited: 27/10/2014

Harry Potter was having a nice, relaxing mid-October stroll through a beautiful green field in his home in America. For the last few years, Harry had been over in the New World to protect his loved ones from harm and from himself. You see, Harry Potter is a Werewolf and a Wizard, and he had been the former (Werewolf) ever since he had obliterated his nemesis, Voldemort, a few years back. But he had been a Wizard all of his life.

As he was strolling through the field, arms clasped behind his back and a crisp black suit on, as well as a rather extreme look of pondering upon his face, Harry couldn't help but heed the warning grasped upon him by the spirits; a warning about his death. Now, if he were any sane person he would have, perhaps, forgotten the warning, but he was wary and distrustful, especially after the Wizarding War.

But he couldn't help but think that now it was his time to die, to meet his loved ones; Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred and his parents. His family. He was ready, however, he was also guilty in even thinking about abandoning his Godson. And Theodore Lupin was the only thing that kept him going sometimes.

In his emotional state, Harry didn't notice a young dark skinned woman trailing up behind him until it was too late. The woman started to chant, grabbing her wrist and slicing it, before flicking her blood at Harry.

Harry was in a little word of his own before he felt a droplet of something hit the back of his head, and then he heard the frantic chanting.

A middle-aged man was walking through a huge and natural forest after the full moon the night before. The direction he was going was not the way he would normally go to the village in which he rules and lives. Kaneonuskatew is his name and he is the Chief and Alpha. Kaneonuskatew was walking in the direction that cries were coming from, hysterical cries of a toddler. He remembered when his son's were like that, the Chief thought fondly. Kaneonuskatew cautiously walked into a large clearing to find a large dark brown wolf with bright, and blazing amber eyes glaring at him. The wolf prowled until a large brown stag trotted over to it. On his heels was a slightly smaller doe. The Chief had never before seen such a sight. Next was a large, bear-like dog with a jet black coat and milky eyes. The Chief rubbed his eyes and watched in awe as the animal spirits disappeared. Kaneonuskatew approached with a cautious walk. He happened upon a young baby with white skin, jet black hair and the brightest green eyes, the brightest shade of green he had ever seen, and they glowed with happiness. Besides himself, the Chief bent down and scooped up the toddler. The young baby looked up at the man that had picked him up and his eyes flashed gold for a full minute before deteriorating back to his green. The baby gurgled happily and the Chief looked at him with a smile. However that faded when a gold overcoat spread across the infant's iris and he felt an unfamiliar sensation around his naval.

The Chief closed his eyes; he had picked up the child of the spirits, a magical essence. Gasps sounded through the village as the native Chief appeared with a baby with golden glowing eyes in a burst and displacement of air, resulting in a whoosh sound. Kaneoskatew opened his eyes and looked around wide eyed. He glanced down to the child.

"You're a mystery aren't you, young one?" He asked the toddler who gurgled happily. Ayana, a powerful witch and Esther, her student and an equally powerful witch with a baby blonde girl on her hip rushed over.

"What happened Kaneoskatew?" Ayana asked as the Chief kept the babe within his vision. He glanced up after a minute or two and apologized to the elder woman.

"I...stumbled across a peculiar sight when I was travelling back to the village." He explained breathlessly, feeling drained. "A wolf was guarding the babe along with a stag, a doe and black dog, all of them bigger than normal." Ayana gasped and Esther furrowed her eyes in confusion.

"He is a son of the skies, a son of the spirits." Ayana breathed in understanding. Esther still looked confused. "He is a gift from the spirits to protect us." Ayana explained. Now many villagers had gathered around and were now muttering about a miracle child.

"But why would they do that now of all times?" Esther questioned but Ayana simply shrugged.

"It is not in their nature to reveal information without gaining something in return, namely their amusement at watching mere mortals scrambling around like headless chickens." Ayana said, smiling slightly. "They are generally cryptic." Esther nodded, still slightly unsure.

"Well," She said, shifting the young girl slightly on her hip. "He seems to be magical." Esther said as she looked at the Chief. "If the way the Chief arrived here gives any indication." Ayana said nothing but took the young babe from Kaneoskatew and cooed down at him.

"Hello little one." She cooed at him. The small babe smiled at her. "What is your name."

"Hadrey." Was all he managed to say. Mikael grinned.

"He might of been trying to say Hadrien, Ayana." He informed her. Ayana nodded, looking thoughtful.

"So he was, Mikael." She whispered. "Hadrien." She breathed and the toddler's eyes turned gold in approval. Looks were exchanged throughout the village as Ayana walked off with the child, the eyes of the people trailing after them.

Hadrien Ambrosius, ten years old, held his breath as he knocked his bow, his arrow sliding into place instinctively. Hadrien gestured wordlessly with his head to Niklaus, who was hidden in a tree above a magnificent white stag, and Niklaus withdrew a short, yet lethal blade. With a predatory gaze, Hadrien's hawk eyes locked onto the spot he needed to hit; the left foreleg. He exhaled slowly, before he drew back the string of the bow; his eyes narrowed and his heart beating ferociously.

Hadrien bit his lip and halted all movement, even breathing as the stag looked briefly at him. But as soon as it deemed no threats from where Hadrien was situated, Hadrien withdrew a second arrow before drawing both back. He inhaled sharply before releasing them both. The stag didn't have a chance as his shit held true; one arrow hitting it's left foreleg and the other embedding itself within it's strong chest. However it seemed as the stag still had some fight left in it, and it would've escaped had it not been for Kol's timely arrival and Niklaus drop from the tree on the beast.

However as Niklaus dropped down from the tree, he lost his blade. Kol however, darted out and grabbed the blade, stabbing the stag in the throat were it gurgled once, and then it fell silent. The trio of boys regained their breaths as Hadrien strode over to the group before retrieving a small but sharp dagger, and uttering a few words.

"Nia:wen." Hadrien said touching the animals forehead before he proceeded to skin the stag.

"What do those words mean Niklaus?" Kol asked quietly as the siblings observed the scene before them.

"'Thank you.' He is thanking the animal spirit for giving us it's meat, fur, bones; it's a tradition with him." Niklaus responded fondly. Kol nodded and walked forward with his pack open, Niklaus soon following.

Hadrien hoisted the pelt and the ivory antlers into Niklaus pack and the various bones and teeth that could be crafted into tools, into Kol's pack. "We should rest for the night." Hadrien said as he retrieved a few clean cloths from his pack to wrap the meat up with, before he too placed them in his pack. "We'll be able to feast off of this meat soon enough." He paused, glancing at the ground. "And who has some food?" He asked.

"I do." Kol said, attempting to hand over the bread and bit of cheese he had but Hadrien shook his head.

"No, you keep them and share them between three if you will Kol." He said. Kol nodded and Hadrien turned to Niklaus. "Try and clear the area so it is comfortable to sleep on. I shall be back shortly with some firewood." The siblings nodded and Hadrien disappeared. Sighing, Niklaus set to clear the are as Kol divided up a rather unfortunate meal of cheese and bread when Hadrien came back with a copious amount of firewood.

Hadrien then set to work on building the fire, building up the wood and then ripping a few dried grass up off of the floor. Hadrien brought the grass up to his lips and he muttered the word 'fire' in Latin into the grass, which erupted into flames. Hadrien then quickly placed it inside the stacks of wood and blew, building up the fire until a steady, warm fire roared through the small camp.

Kol silently distributed the cheese and bread to Hadrien and Niklaus. The ate in silence and slept in silence, thoughts of the hunt and the possibility of returning home after a few weeks away making them feel overjoyed. As they organised all the items they needed before they set off the long trek back to their village.