Queenie: Hello, everyone, I just wanted to say to all my loyal readers who have been following me for a while that this is the first chapter to one of my Harry Potter Crossovers. I just put it in the TVD section since it'll mostly be taking place in the section, but if you've been reading my stories for a while you know how it all works. This is a Elijah/OC(Lyra Black) story, and I hope you enjoy the first chapter.
Lyra Black stood in front of the graves of her two parents as it rained in London. She wore all black while holding a black parasol over her head. She had tears staining her cheeks, but she had stopped crying over an hour go. She knew many were still off celebrating the end of the war between Light and Dark, or enjoying the peace that was brought afterwards. However, she couldn't seem to get into a partying mood. She felt as if too many were lost to celebrate. She lost both of her parents for instance, her godfather Remus Lupin, his wife and her cousin Tonks, and many others.
Knowing they were gone made her feel lonely, and remaining at home only made her think of them even more. It was like she was to always be haunted by memories that made the feeling of loss feel fresh in her mind and heart. And it wasn't just the loss of her family that plagued her mind. It's only been a week since the war ended, and the Ministry was already hounding her about the fact that she is the last living descend of the direct Black bloodline.
Technically that wasn't completely true. Her aunt Narcissa and her aunt Andromeda were both from the direct bloodline of the Black Family. However, they both married into different families. Andromeda into a muggle one, and Narcissa into the Malfoy family. Then Draco was technically off the direct bloodline as well, but his blood was "tainted" by the Malfoy bloodline. Then dearest Teddy Tonks wasn't counted either because he wasn't even half Black. Lyra, however, was fully Black like her aunts.
Her parents had both been of the Black Family. Her mother happened to be the youngest sister of Narcissa and Andromeda…and Bellatrix. Some might find it odd that Sirius and Columba married since they were cousins, but in the life of a pureblood it wasn't frowned upon. Especially since it had become a practice to marry a cousin off to another cousin to keep bloodlines pure. However, Sirius and Columba didn't marry because they had to, but because the two loved each other. Lyra held no shame in the fact that her parents could both be counted as her cousins as well.
But because of this fact of her being born of two Blacks, it made her like a rare gem in the class of purebloods, which means the Ministry, who weren't even supposed to be all about purity anymore, want to dictate who she marries and her place on the council. She has already gotten many visitors who have been suggesting possible suitors for her. Lyra is only nineteen, and has no interest in marriage as of yet. Also she'd rather not think about marrying and starting a family of her own when she already lost most of her family. Besides, she had her career to think about. She is an auror now, and was actually climbing the ranks quickly.
However, it didn't seem to matter how many times she explained that to the Ministry because they kept returning to her home, which she found quite vexing. Coming to her parents' graves seemed to be the only time she could find peace and quiet. Lyra let out a small sigh while quite tempted to just leave London, so to get the Ministry off of her back. However, she does report to them, so it wasn't like she could get away from them. Though all she wanted to do was work to put the rest of the Death Eaters behind bars. She was actually assigned the taskforce that was handling the Death Eaters escapees.
It does keep her rather busy, but she won't be pleased until every last one of them behind bars. Especially the two that had wronged her the most. Her uncle Lucius and her aunt Bellatrix both managed to get away, but Lyra would not let them keep running around free. After everything they've done they deserve to be thrown in Azkaban where they would get a fate worse than death. Lyra swears on her parents' graves that she will lock up the rest of their damned family who fell from the light, and then she will live the rest of her life without marriage or continuing the family line. It was time for the noble house of Black to end.
"Lyra dear."
Lyra turned her head to see her aunt Andromeda standing a few feet from her with a concerned look on her face.
"You have been out here for hours, my dear." Andromeda said. "You'll catch a spot of cold if you stay much longer."
Lyra let out another sigh though knew her aunt was probably right. Lyra turned from her parents' grave to join Andromeda who waited for her.
"You see to come here very often, Lyra." Andromeda said. "But you've never stood out here this long. Is there something on your mind, dear?"
Lyra let out a sigh as she looked forward with her hands holding the handle of her parasol tightly.
"Is it the Ministry?" Andromeda asked. "Are they still pestering you about finding a suitor? Is that what is wrong, love?"
"It's part of the reason." Lyra said. "Though I just wanted to say goodbye to Mum and Dad."
Andromeda looked at her niece curiously as the younger witch looked down at Sirius and Columba's graves.
"Sweetheart, what do you mean?" Andromeda asked.
"I cannot take the Ministry showing up at my door every bloody day to show me lists of different suitors." Lyra confessed. "I have no interest in suitors at the moment."
Nor would she ever, but she decided to keep that one to herself. She knew it would upset Andromeda to hear she didn't plan to ever marry. The woman has been worried about Lyra for the last few weeks, and the other day was talking about how in a year or two Lyra would be able to live her life normally again, find a nice young wizard or muggle man, and hopefully one day start her own family. Lyra knew her aunt wanted a nice comfortable life with a family for her desperately, which is why Lyra hasn't told her aunt her plans to die alone.
"Are you going to go on a holiday?" Andromeda asked looking hopeful. "I think it would do you some good dear. Get away from the Ministry and work to take your mind off things."
"Actually, this concerns work." Lyra said honestly. "Minister Shacklebolt has noticed how on edge I have been due to the council pushing for me to find a husband, and has decided to give me a task outside of England."
This brought a frown to Andromeda's face since that sounded like rather dangerous work already. They should be past such things. It was a time of peace now that the war was over.
"Lyra, does this new mission have to deal with the Death Eaters who managed to escape capture after the war?" Andromeda asked though was certain she already knew the answer.
"It has everything to deal with them, Aunt Andromeda." Lyra said bluntly without trying to hide that fact. "There are reports that some Death Eaters have fled to the Americas. President Quahog of the Magical Congress of the United States of America had agreed to a joint operation with us at the Ministry of Magic to bring in any Death Eaters that are trying to make a new life in their territory."
This only worried Andromeda even more. America's Magical Society is very different than the one they have in England. Of course, it isn't such a harsh environment as it had once been, but things were still different. She was worried how Lyra would navigate such a place on her own. And she would be trying to get her bearings in a new area while hunting Death Eaters, dangerous and powerful dark wizards and witches. Two of which hurt her gravely with their own two hands.
"Darling, I do not know if that's the best idea." Andromeda said gently. "You will be on your own, and—!"
"I won't be on my own," Lyra interrupted gently. "President Quahog is assigning one of his own Aurors to the mission. This Auror will help me adapt to my new surroundings and watch my back as I watch theirs. I know I am still rather knew to this job, but the Minister seems to believe I can handle the task. And I need to do this. I need to get away from those pestering blowhards who cannot take no for an answer."
Andromeda still looked nervous, so Lyra moved towards her aunt while giving her a one-armed hug.
"I know you are worried, but all will be well." Lyra said. "I will keep in touch with you often."
She knew that was a lie because Lyra planned to bury herself in her work, and basically cut all her ties to her family. She wanted to cut all her ties to London as well, which is why she mentioned transferring to America once this mission was over to Kingsley. She just couldn't live here anymore surrounded by those dark memories. And she didn't want her family to see her waste away. That was why she had made these decisions. And nothing would change her mind. She has chosen her path.
A few days passed by slowly for Lyra after that, and once she completed the paperwork that allowed her to transfer to the Magical Congress of the United State of America or MACUSA for a temporary stay, Kingsley had given her the official assignment. She was to meet President Quahog at the main headquarters of their magical community where he would introduce her to her partner, and then send them to a branch base where they'd set up their own little base camp, so to speak to start their search.
Lyra hadn't really said goodbye to her family or friends except for leaving a simple note to Andromeda that asked her to inform the others of her absence. She hadn't wanted any long drawn out goodbyes, or a chance for anyone to try and talk her out of taking on this mission. Which is why she immediately packed what she needed, made sure Kreacher knew he served Andromeda know, and left immediately for America via the Floo Network. She was now standing in front of the MACUSA Headquarters in New York where she could see a man wearing a fine suit standing outside.
He had a young woman beside him who looked as if she had to be Lyra's age if not just slightly older. She had reddish brown hair that fell past her shoulders with a slight wave to it. Her eyebrows looked darker if not black, and her eyes were a light brown. She looked as if she was shorter than Lyra as well with a more toned figure. She wore a simple gray tank top under a black leather jacket. She then had on dark skinny jeans that were tucked into black combat boots. It was simple but functional. As Lyra go closer to the pair they took notice to her, and the man smiled as he stepped up.
"Ah, you must be Lady Black." He said as he reached out to take her hand. "I am President Samuel Quahog of the Magical Congress of the United States of America. I am happy to welcome you here. Since you know more about these Death Eaters than any of us here, I am certain you can help us bring them to justice."
Lyra gave the man a polite smile while taking his hand to give it a slight shake.
"Thank-you for allowing me to come here, Mr. President." Lyra said. "If you wish, you may drop the "Lady" from my name. It is to my understanding such titles are not used here in America."
"It is certainly not common." Samuel said chuckling. "Now, this young woman is Abel Summers. She will be your partner in this assignment."
Abel have Lyra a friendly smile while reaching forward to shake Lyra's hand.
"Pleasure to meet you, Partner." She said with her smile growing wider if possible. "Look forward to working with ya."
"The pleasure is mine." Lyra said politely.
Abel continued smiling even once she released Lyra's hand from the handshake.
"We already have a base of operations set up for you." Samuel said. "There is a branch out in Virginia that you will report to, but you both will be staying in a different location to its headquarters."
Lyra nodded her head in understanding then opened her mouth because she had something she needed to ask.
"It is to my understanding that I will be doing more than just searching for Death Eaters." Lyra said. "My Minister informed me that because of your generosity in helping us with our issues that I am to do anything in my power to help you in whatever issues you may be having."
Lyra didn't mind the extra work. Well, as long as it didn't completely take her away from her search of trying to find the Death Eaters that fled here to America.
"That is correct." Samuel said. "You see, the place where I am sending you is a rather supernatural hotspot. I do not know how much you know about our Wiccan counterparts, but while they maybe few in England, we have many here. And they do cause us a lot of trouble. In this place where I am sending you, over a thousand years ago a Wiccan created the second class of vampires, and before that the second class of werewolves was brought into existence there as well. Ever since it has been a place that attracts these three races and more. We need to keep it closely monitored."
Lyra lightly frowned at the mention of the Wiccans. They were muggles that found a way to use magic through channeling it from the earth and other things. They're sloppy way of doing magic brought her kind out into the open. Especially here in America where it had gotten so bad the Witch Trials started. The one that happened in Salem being the worst.
"I can see why this place would make you uneasy." Lyra said.
"Yes," Samuel said nodding. "Usually we leave the Wiccans and those second class creatures to themselves, but every few hundred years they create such a stir that anyone who might of the magic community is put in danger. As long as nothing drastic is happening that could affect the rest of us, you maybe leave them be. The less involved we are with them the better. I will leave it to both of you to decide when they crossed the line."
Lyra nodded thinking this all sounded fair so far. As long as the Wiccans and the second class created creatures don't cause too much trouble, she had all the time she needed to focus on finding the Death Eaters. If they stepped out of line, she would show them the consequences as ordered.
"And what is the name of this place?" Lyra asked.
"It's called Mystic Falls." Abel cut in. "It's the town where I grew up."
"So this is Mystic Falls." Lyra said mostly to herself as she and Abel stepped out of the latter's car.
Honestly, Lyra didn't much like this car creation. It was much slower than just using the floo network or apparition. However, Abel said if they were going to live so close to muggles, they had to use the car. Apparently some of the people of Mystic Falls knew of the magical community, and knew how to spot anything that might seem oddly impossible or strange. It means Lyra would have to be careful while she is here.
"Is this your home?" Lyra asked looking towards the quaint yet lovely home before them.
"Well, I live here with my aunt Jenna and my two cousins." Abel said truthfully. "They're No-Majs. Or I guess in your case, you'd call them muggles."
Lyra nodded while supposing she would also have to become familiar with the American witch's lingo.
"So you are a half-blood?" Lyra asked. "Or muggle-born?"
It didn't bother her any which way because Lyra wasn't all about purity like most of her family.
"Half-blood." Abel answered. "My mom was a witch while my dad a No-Maj."
Lyra noted Abel used the past tense "was" when mentioning her parents. She decided not to ask since she could mostly put together that her parents were either out of the picture, or unable to be in it.
"Do they know what you are?" Lyra asked instead as she and Abel remained outside for a moment.
"No." Abel said. "My mom wanted to keep her heritage as a witch a secret, so we didn't tell my dad's side of the family. Probably would have been a bad idea anyway."
Lyra looked towards Abel curiously. However, before she could ask, the door to the house opened to reveal a woman who had paler red hair that bordered strawberry blonde.
"Abel, you're back." She said smiling. "Is this the friend you mentioned?"
She looked towards Lyra with a friendly smile, and Lyra gave her a polite one in return.
"Yeah, Jenna." Abel said while smiling at her aunt. "Lyra, this is my aunt Jenna Summers. Jenna, this is my friend Lyra Black from England. She transferred to the department I'm shadowing right now in Whitmore."
"It's so nice to meet you, Lyra." Jenna said while reaching out to shake Lyra's hand.
Lyra returned the greeting and the handshake while seeing where Abel gets her kind disposition from.
"You seem rather young." Jenna said. "Are you shadowing like Abel is?"
"No, ma'am." Lyra said. "I was part of the London Department for two years now after finishing my education at my private boarding school in London."
Jenna looked impressed when Lyra said this while even letting out a low whistle.
"Your parents must be very proud of having such an accomplished daughter." Jenna said sincerely.
Lyra's smile slipped slightly though she tried to keep it on her face, which was proving difficult.
"Actually, Miss Summers, both of my parents passed away before I finished school." Lyra said honestly.
If she was going to be around Jenna because she's Abel's family, she might as well come out and say it since it'd come out eventually anyway. Jenna lost her smile with her expression being replaced with a sympathetic one.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Jenna said. "We understand how it is to lose someone. Abel lost her parents three years ago, and Elena and Jeremy lost theirs just a few months ago. It hasn't been easy, but we're making it. And if you ever need someone, you are very welcome here."
"Thank-you, Miss Summers." Lyra said dipping her head. "That is very kind of you."
"Please, call me Jenna." Jenna said as she smiled once more. "Would you like to come in for a minute or two? Maybe get something to eat or drink?"
Lyra looked towards Abel since she didn't know how long Abel tended to stay here.
"I actually only came to get a few things, Jenna, but hey, if Jeremy or Elena are home, I guess we can stay a few minutes." Abel said. "Let Lyra meet a few people, so she isn't such a stranger."
"Well, Elena just left with Caroline." Jenna said. "But Alaric and Mason are inside. Alaric thought it'd be nice to have a little barbeque to get to know Mason. Unfortunately, he decided to have Damon join in, so he's inside too."
Jenna didn't hide her distain as she mentioned this Damon person, which had Lyra wondering who he was.
"I'm sure Lyra can handle Damon any day of the week." Abel said chuckling then looked at her partner. "You mind coming in to meet a few people?"
Lyra nodded her head even if meeting people wasn't on her agenda. However, these people had no idea who she was, or how important she was status wise. It meant a clean slate without having to act like the lady of her house, or having to feel ashamed of her family's past sins since they people knew none of that. Jenna put her arm around Lyra's shoulder while gently guiding her towards the door with Abel right behind.
"I warn you now that Damon is a piece of work." Jenna said. "Just don't let him get to you."
"Alright." Lyra said nodding.
The three women then entered the house seeing two men sitting around in the living room area. A man with sandy colored hair and a kind face stood up when seeing Lyra.
"You must be Abel's friend." He said giving a kind grin. "My name is Alaric Saltzman. I'm the history teacher at the high school. I suppose I might be seeing you there with Abel."
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Lyra said. "I'm Lyra Black."
"And actually, Ric, Lyra's already finished school." Jenna cut in. "She's actually a full-fledged member of that mystery justice department Abel's always going on about."
Alaric seemed a little surprised to hear this. Not that Lyra could blame him. She is technically old enough to be out of high school, but she's still rather young and could look to be a high schooler.
"Though I do not know much of American History, and I've always been fascinated with the subject." Lyra said honestly. "Perhaps we can have a few discussions on the matter."
Alaric's grin grew as he nodded his head in agreement. Lyra has honestly found the history of muggles interesting. It was a subject she had known nothing of at all until reaching Hogwarts, and Muggle Studies was more about the behavior of muggles than the history. So there was so much more to know. A voice was then cleared a man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes stood to walk towards Lyra. However, the way he walked towards her was more like a predator stalking towards its prey. This man instantly had Lyra on edge, however, she kept what she was feeling from her expression as she looked at the man.
"And I'm Damon Salvatore." He said with a flirtatious smirk. "Welcome to Mystic Falls."
He held out his hand to Lyra, and she reached out to shake it. Damon held onto her hand a few seconds longer before finally letting it go. Damon and Lyra then stared at each other for a long time with Lyra getting the feeling that Damon was trying to make her uncomfortable. Or at least size her up. She kept his gaze while refusing to be the first one to look away. She was frightened of nothing, and wasn't intimidated by anyone. She wouldn't let him try to make her seem weak.
"Hey, where's Mason?" Jenna asked breaking the silence as she looked around.
"Oh, Mason decided to duck out these the side door." Damon said with a slight shrug. "I guess he had something to do. Who knows?"
Jenna frowned wishing Mason could have at least said goodbye before he just left.
"Anyway want any more of the good stuff our pal Mason brought?" Damon asked with a slightly mocking tone as he finally looked away. "I think we have like half a bottle left."
Jenna just looked unhappily at Damon since she wasn't pleased he was still hanging around.
"And that's our que to leave." Abel said then tapped Lyra on her shoulder. "You can come to my room with me, if you want. After that I'll take you to the apartments you'll be staying in. You'll actually be in the same building as Ric, so if you need anything, and I'm not around, I'm sure he can help you."
"Yeah, Lyra, if you need anything, like help settling in, I'm just at the top of the complex in the loft." Alaric said nodding. "Just come knock on the door, and I'll help you with anything you need."
Lyra thanked the man then followed Abel up the stairs to where her room was located. After entering Abel's room, Abel kicked the door behind her as Lyra looked around the space. It was a modest room that looked exactly as if it belonged to a teenage girl.
"I take it you noticed something off about Damon." Abel said getting Lyra to look at her curiously. "It's just the stare down you too had made me think you could tell something was different about him."
"He does remind me of a predator." Lyra said honestly.
Abel chuckled while grabbing a large duffle bag that looked as if it already have some things inside of it.
"Technically he is." Abel said as she started moving around her room. "Ya see, Damon is one of those second class vampires the President mentioned"
Lyra's eyes partially widened when hearing that. So she met her first second class vampire, huh? They were more human in appearance than the vampires she was used to. Didn't stand out as much, which in her appearance made them more dangerous.
"He's got a younger brother who's one too." Abel continued as she threw some stuff into her bag. "He happens to be dating my cousin Elena. And then we have my friend Caroline who's recently been turned into a vampire by a vampire who's the doppelganger of my cousin Elena. Then my other friend Bonnie happens to be one of those Wiccans, but she didn't know that until a few months ago. Also Mason—the guy you didn't get to meet—is a second class werewolf, and his entire family has the gene. However, it's not active at the moment."
Lyra blinked trying to digest all this. She knew Samuel said this place was a supernatural hotspot, but still hearing how just the people Abel knew well were all of the magic community, it made her wonder about the rest of the town. Abel chuckled when seeing Lyra's expression.
"Yeah," Abel said while nodding in understanding. "Welcome to Mystic Falls."
