Hello all,

Its been a very long time since I've posted anything, I promise my drabble series has not been abandoned, I've just been out of school and sucked into the vast void that is called work. Now that I'm back, I plan on working on some things that I hope you will like. I would also like to wish you a happy new year and I hope that you like what I have to share, as I'm quite rusty but with some encouragement from some wonderful ladies I now present to you Enchanting Moons.

I neither own Harry Potter or the Vampire Diaries

A PLACE TO CALL HOME CHAPTER ONE

"So where to next Luna? Sicily? Perhaps Syracuse?"

Peering over the Quibbler, blue grey eyes shifted back and forth her attention focusing between her friend, and no doubt on one of Xeno's articles about their latest father/daughter trip to the Amazons.

Luna's voice airily replied, "I've always wanted to go to Fiji."

The last Potter almost sighed in exasperation, "its monsoon season Luna." Her friend had a smile that was a mile wide and happily replied with the fact that ganglers were quite the delicacy and were in season. Selene assumed they were a type of fish but decided to let it go.

Fiji was not a place she would visit in its current condition, the "woman who conquered" sighed perusing a map that she had stealthy acquired from her son's clutches as he slept in Luna's living room. Eyeing the world map she ticked off all the places that they had visited so far, which were quite a few, they had just gotten back from Sweden, picking up some of their famous chocolate, which was consumed in a short amount of time.

"I haven't heard anything from the family, anything new?" Selene took a sip of the tea Luna had offered earlier, both women enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the eccentric woman's garden, the lightning bugs fluttering around them.

"No, just the usual stuff, some of the kids will be going to Hogwarts pretty soon. What about Evander how's he coping?" Luna inquired, her tone turning from delighted to concerned.

Glancing back towards the house Selene ran her hand through her long dark hair, it was down at the moment and she gave a slight tug on it, sighing. Looking back over to the curious blonde the brunette took another sip of skull-cap and chamomile letting the herbal tea ease her into a sense of relaxation.

"Not happy at the moment I can assure you, all he's heard about from his cousins is Hogwarts and all the stories about our adventures. Of course he thought we were 'insane individuals as children', his words not mine. But anyways even if he wanted to go we move too much as is."

Luna had a hopeful look on her face, "But you could always move back home, not necessarily England, but Scotland, or even Ireland, everyone misses you and Evander." Luna's own wants left unsaid, she missed her friend.

Selene shook her head vehemently, "No way on earth would I do that Luna, people are too nosy and I prefer to keep them out of our business, perhaps when he's older but I don't want him to deal with that he's just a boy, I want him to grow up happy, loved and not have to worry about anything other than where he can get his hands on tomes of spells, and potions. Don't think I don't miss you, you're my best friend in the world and you've been such a great help in keeping us always one step ahead of people."

Luna gave her best friend a sad little smile, knowing that trying to convince such a head strong Gryffindor, an alumni would be nigh impossible.

"How about America...", her suggestion the final nail in the proverbial coffin.

Taking a deep breath, Alaric paused for a moment before he let it out in a short huff. Today was a new day, his apartment was still in shambles with all his moving boxes everywhere, but he made it relatively on time to his first day of work, though from the looks of it, all his students were here before him.

"Good morning everyone..."

No response.

"Alrighty..."

'God I need a drink...'

Alaric quickly set his stuff down by his desk, before turning towards the board writing out -ALARIC SALTZMAN-

"Are you ok?" watching her friend shrug half-hearted in response, Bonnie was making her worry, she looked exhausted and looked like she was having nightmares. Elena sighed before turning her attention to the new teacher.

He was handsome, looked like he was in his early thirties, brown almost blonde hair with hazel eyes, and laugh lines around his mouth, much better than their last teacher for now. Elena'll hold her judgement til later.

The brunette watched as he finished before turning around, Elena noticed that he seem to have more of a grimace than a smile, she knew why soon enough.

"The name's Alaric Saltzman. It's quite the mouth full. I know. Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. My family is of Germanic descent, emigrating to the states, more specifically to Texas in 1755. I, however, was born and raised in Boston. Now the name Alaric belongs to a very dead great-grandfather who I will never be able to thank enough. You'll probably want to pronounce "Al-a-ric" but it's ..."Ah-lar-ric", okay. So you can call me Ric. I'm your new history teacher." Hoping he gave a better smile this time around Alaric also mentioned some time this semester they would be doing a family origins project at a later date.

Que the moans of dread and horror.

The move to the states had not been as bad as Selene thought it would be. With Luna's blessing and the promise to visit, they left her home a few days later. To be honest the trip was quite fun. They had port-keyed to Salem when they crossed the pond, exploring the area for a few days before taking a car all the way to Mystic Falls, Virginia. Their things had been shipped by Hermes Express, an American company that shipped a witch or wizard's belongings in a way that seemed normal to muggles. They were just passing the town sign and over Wickery Bridge when her companion decided that he was tired of reading.

"Selene"

"Yes Evander?" The youthful woman smiled down at her cohort, a boy who looked eerily similar to her own appearance. They shared the same dark hair, light skin, and bone structure though the difference was their eyes, the witch's eyes were a brilliant shade of green and his iridescent grey, her pride and joy. Selene was quite proud with how he turned out.

It could have been much worse.

"Why must we move to this little town? I will be attending Salem the following year." As hard as he would try Selene knew him to be pouting, though he would never admit to such a crass idea. Her Evander was a late birthday, too far into the first semester to attend Salem Institute or as the rest of their family hoped Hogwarts. She didn't have the heart to tell them he would never get his letter.

Chuckling she patted Evander's hand in a consoling manner, "Do not fret love, I know you've been waiting to attend, but I hope that you would not mind another year of my private teachings no?"

Eyeing the different houses, Selene glanced down at their new address before she turned down a few streets and took a left.

"Besides Mystic Falls is a quiet, peaceful town, where I know you'll be safe and we will have no worries from others. It's been quite some time since we've stepped foot in Wizarding England and we both would rather not have people asking questions would we?"

It's been quite some time, and while it's good being a witch, it doesn't excuse her from not aging a single day past 20, or the fact that she had an heir to the Potter and Black fortunes it was one thing for the family to be aware, but the rest of the Wizarding populace was quite nosy.

She disliked them since she was a young girl and that has not changed one... little... bit.

Their attitude had not garnered any favors either.

"I suppose not..." Was Evander's reluctant reply, he knew she loved him and only wanted the best for him, all that anger bottled up inside him for reasons he could not explain though that fierce anger inside his chest was focused ...differently than before.

Feeling the car slowing down to a stop Evander looked out the window.

Outside was a Victorian styled cottage, cream with dark edging and roofing with a tower and wraparound porch. The cottage was not so secluded from the town populace, but the property was large enough that the distance from the next home was half the size of a Quidditch pitch, surrounded by tall trees, and fauna.

Glancing back at his mother of sorts, a twitch of a smile flitted across his lips before he rushed out of the car.

Laughing Selene shook her head in amusement, no matter how Evan acted all prim and proper he was still a 10 year old boy.

Stepping out of the car herself, she meandered her way towards the house with a wave of her fingers she unlocked the door for Evan. Her magic humming and taking in the new area with interest.

"There are a couple of rooms to choose from Evan, though I think the one with the tower will be to your liking."

Touching his shoulder before he took off she gestured towards the front of the house. Placing both of their hands on the entrance of their home, chanting briefly, their purple and green magic crawling like creeping vines across their property and themselves glowed before settling quite happily deep into the ground.

A surprise for someone who was not polite.

Before she headed inside, Selene looked over her shoulder surveying her property, green eyes searching for any sign of trouble, her paranoia still affecting Selene after all those years from the war.

She shook her head, she shouldn't let her mind wander to such dark places, reminding herself that the United Kingdom was safe from the Dark Lord, Hogwarts has been rebuilt, and Evan and herself has faded into obscurity.

As far as the world knows Selene is still traveling the globe, last time she snuck a look at the Quibbler she was bathing in the warmth of the sun in Tuscany, enjoying fine wine and food . Besides, her fellow magic users of the Isles couldn't see past the end of their noses and imagine that she would settle in America of all places. But she would gladly use their foolhardy ideas to her advantage.

Though if there were any clever beings of the supernatural be they magic users or not, were to find her and felt the need to cross her doorstep...

Let them be wary...

Well now, hoped you liked it. I tried writing more for this chapter but my muse won't budge. I think its going to be as good as it's gonna get. Tell me what you think. Should be interesting how things turn out.

Beau