Title: Liberty (Rewrite of LIbertate)
Summary: The war was over, her fight finished, or so she thought. Hazel betrayed by her friends and locked away. She left it all behind and moved to a small town in America that wasn't all it seemed. Fem!Harry. Vampire Diaries x Harry Potter. REWRITE.
A/N: I've played around with the timelines. The Vampire Diaries timeline will stay the same. So in my rewrite I've changed the characters and timeline more. It will instead take place between seasons 2 and 3 (JENNA LIVES. Someone else was killed in the sacrifice). I'm going to try and not follow the episode as much as that was one of the complaints some readers had about my old story.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or Harry Potter. :,(
Third Person POV
Chapter One
The wind howled, but the figure huddled in dirty rags was numb to the cold, numb to the world.
The wind howled, louder, stronger than ever.
Outside the bars two men looked outdoors nervously, it stormed constantly at the fortress, but this storm was strong, unnaturally strong.
The cold picked up in its intensity. The dementors guarding the cell block fled with a subdued rattle.
The figure in rags looked up at the wall where a shadow was condensing into a solid form, dimly aware of the guards dropping behind her, dead. Sunken eyes blankly observed the form as it solidified into a grandfatherly looking man wearing a suit and tie, the figure while being put together impeccably still did not stand out against the walls of the desolate fortress.
"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." the female rasped, voice dry. She distractedly thought about the last time she had spoken and couldn't really remember.
"I am unable to interfere in mortal affairs. Luckily, for you, you do not exist on the same plane as the mortals. And you finally, if I may add, died in your sleep on this beautiful morning, so here I am, my lovely mistress."
The prisoner rolled her eyes, "You're a flatterer, Death."
"Time to go." The entity known as Death held out a pale hand for the girl to take.
She took his hand feeling the world warp around her.
By the time she had regained her bearings she was alone in the woods. In her hand was a gnarled wand, a cracked stone, and around her shoulders a silvery cloak.
Finding her way from the woods was not difficult, Death had left her close to the edge of the tree line.
Emerging from the wood, hidden under the cloak, she froze at the sight of the house that lay before her.
Last time she had been brought to this house scavengers had just caught up to them.
Malfoy Manor stood tall and foreboding in front of her. Death would not have brought her here unless it had a purpose, especially after she had requested to be brought to see Teddy, her godson, she didn't even know how old he was how long she had been locked away.
With a deep calming breath she approached the door knocking from under the cloak. Not even a minute later an ill-looking Draco opened the door, eyes seemed almost hollow and his usually gelled blonde hair was messy, his wand clutched in his hand.
Silver eyes scanned to seemingly empty porch, "Who's there?"
"I am."
Hoping she wasn't making a colossal mistake, she pulled off the invisibility cloak. Hazel giggled almost hysterically at the slack-jawed expression on his face.
"Draco…" she murmured somberly.
She froze, completely unprepared as she was pulled into a desperate embrace, "By Merlin's pants, it's good to see you Potter."
Hesitantly wrapping her arms around him and burying her face into his shoulder, she rasped out tearlily, "You too, Malfoy."
"When…? No, how? Wait, no, come in before someone sees us and call the aurors."
"Eloquent." she teased her schoolyard rival.
His glare was cut off by a melodic voice drifting down the stairs, "Draco, who is there?"
Narcissa Malfoy walked into the foyer and stopped dead in her tracks. It may have been years, but the 'Girl-Who-Lived' turned 'Woman-Who-Conquered''s face was one she didn't think she would ever forget. Although the years locked in Azkaban had not been kind to her her snarled ink-black hair and Avada-Kedavra eyes made her face stand out in a crowd.
The girl spoke quietly, but strongly, "Hazel Potter, Madam Malfoy."
Like her son, she gently pulled the malnourished woman into a motherly embrace, "Narcissa is fine, dear. We owe you more than we could ever repay." She pulled back to examine her face. "Is there anything we can do for you, miss Potter? You are of course welcome to stay here for as long as you need."
"Hazel is fine. And actually I was looking for Teddy, and it brought me here."
Narcissa smiled sadly, gently tugging on her wrist as she walked back upstairs, Draco trailing behind silently. "After the final battle, as you know many Death Eaters escaped and while Andromeda was in Diagon buying supplies for Teddy, they were ambushed. Teddy only barely survived. Andy had shielded him and fought back killing most of the Death Eaters, but one got her with a cutting curse, before she got him, and she bled out in the street."
"I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thank you." The look in Narcissa's eyes was similar to the look Mrs. Weasley used to get, only far less overbearing. "As Teddy's only living and unincarcerated relations he was brought to us."
She had stopped in front of an ornate door, softly opening it, revealing a beautiful nursery.
Hazel walked forward until she was right next to the crib, a dark colored wood decorated with dragons she observed with a wry twist of her lips. The baby inside was sprawled out across the blanket, a halo of bubblegum pink hair fanning his dreaming face.
"How… how old is he?" she whispered.
"He's 16 months."
Hazel did the math in her head, she had been arrested and sentenced to Azkaban since June and Teddy was born in April, then she had been imprisoned for 14 months.
"I've missed so much."
Narcissa walked up next to her, "You can hold him if you like, he needs to be woken up soon anyway."
Hazel shook her head, "I don't know how." She protested weakly.
The Malfoy matriarch reached into the crip and lifted the boy into her arms, turning she adjusted the young woman's arms before placing him into them.
Hazel stared in wonder at the stirring child in her arms. Teddy opened his silver eyes, immediately latching onto Hazel's own, she sucked in a harsh breath as his eyes melted into the same green as hers and his pink hair curled black.
"Hi, Teddy."
The baby gurgled happily at her.
"Come." Narcissa told her. "You can help feed him breakfast."
As it turned out Teddy was a demanding baby in the morning, he liked for someone to hold him on their lap as he ate and he like to eat the same thing as them.
Narcissa had the elves serve her some porridge, aware that too much food - especially solids - would make her sick.
Hazel had just finished about half the bowl, when she finally took in the papers on the table. Reaching for the nearest one she read it with interest. "Are you moving someplace else?" She inquired, curiously.
This time it was Draco who answered. "Well seeing as we are not exactly welcome in Britain anymore, we've been looking at various Black and Malfoy properties around the world."
"We were thinking of settling in America. The Black's have a home in Virginia, and the Malfoy's one in California. Though the Virginia house is more the size we wanted and the situated in a small town, where hopefully no one from our world will bother us."
Hazel looked up from the documents Narcissa had handed her about the Black home. "Do you have room for one more?"
The look in the blondes' eyes were answer enough.
The four of them had been packing up the things that they wanted brought to America with them, although Teddy had been more of a hindrance than a help. They even had Kreacher bring them to Grimmauld place to grab any useful books or artifacts.
The Malfoys hadn't told anyone they were moving that was why it came as a surprize to everyone that Luna Lovegood had shown up on their doorstep with a packed trunk at her feet, having decided that she would not be returning to Hogwarts for her NEWTs in the fall.
Luna had told them solemnly that Wrackspurts had infested Hogwarts and her father, and wondered if they would be opposed to another stray.
The town that the Malfoys and Hazel had chosen was a small one, one where everybody knows everybody else. And all of them seemed to be interested in the family who moved into the big empty house just outside the town.
Hazel was once again hidden upstairs as Cissa greeted the nosy neighbors and guests who came by to meet them. She would have felt bad for leaving her to the vultures, but the one time she had even gotten close to a person, her magic flared up in fear and they had had to obliviate the poor muggle. Teddy was sitting in her arms, content to eat his crackers and play with blocks.
They had been in town for almost two months and Hazel had barely left the property; preferring to stay in the house working with her magic, playing with Teddy, and tending to the gardens with the house elves.
Though she did look slightly more human than before. Her cheeks had filled out a bit and her hair had regained some of its shine and volume. Her eyes were not so sunken, though the color was still that sickly green she didn't think would ever go away.
Narcissa had a cackled almost evilly about Britain's Ministry of Magic running around like headless chickens trying to find her after they discovered Hazel had disappeared from her cell.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't look up until she heard the door shut on whoever their guests were, and Kreacher popped back into the kitchen, from where they had hidden waiting for the muggles to leave, along with Winky to finish supper.
Hazel slunk back into her spot at the table just as Kreacher brought out dinner. Teddy in the booster between her and Cissa.
Draco spoke up, the whiney tone to his voice bring back memories. "You know what? This town has way too many parties. And I'm a pure-blood heir."
She chuckled, "It can't be that bad, Drac."
Narcissa smiled indulgently at them. "But it is, the Mayor was trying to get us to attend the Founders' Day celebrations. Not to mention all the parents bringing their children over in hopes of ensnaring one of the rich kids."
Luna interjected in her dreamy way. "You were sighted you know, by the woman down the street, Jenna, who says she takes care of her teenage niece and nephew too. I think you would like her, she's got spunk."
"Maybe I'll meet her sometime."
Narcissa smiled sympathetically at her surrogate nieces, great-nephew, and only son, "You will. You'll have control over your magic in no time."
"Thanks Cissa."
"You're welcome. Now finish your treacle tart."
"Yes ma'am." she saluted, earning an exasperated, but fond, quirk of the lips.
A/N: This chapter was a lot shorter than the chapters in my other story, but hopefully they'll get longer. Hope you like. Read, favorite, follow, and review. I'd like to know what you think I have a tentative plan, but sometimes I don't like the plan once I get there, so tell me what you think. Suggestions welcome.
A/N 2: Let me know what you think about this story. Is it better or worse than the old version?