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PART ONE
…Eleven Years Later…
Chapter One
Owl Post
July
I stood at a stone alter, chanting a spell over a bowl that contained a white stone stained with crimson blood. Behind the alter a man stood over three dead bodies; his back was arched and his eyes flashed a dangerous gold as he roared his success to the full moon that was suspended in the midnight blue sky. I stopped chanting as I watched him fall to the ground in agony, the transformation overcoming him as his bones broke and he roared again; this time in agony.
"You see child? This is the fate that awaits you. You are responsible for the deaths of those innocents, their blood will be on your hands, as will the blood of all the innocents that he kills after he has become the hybrid." I turned, my hair fluttering in the breeze that was thick with the scent of death. A woman with dark hair stood beside me, her gaze coldly pitying as she drew my gaze down to where my own pale hands were coated in blood. Suddenly, I could feel its warmth, the sticky stain that would never really wash away. I was shaking my head, tears filling my eyes as I tried to open my mouth, to tell this woman that it was not true; I was not a killer, I never would be.
"Rowena!" My eyes snapped open to see a woman in her mid-twenties crouched over me. Myrina's dark complexion and short corkscrew-curly brunet locks were a stark contrast to the pale woman with the long straight hair who I could have sworn I was talking to a moment ago.
"It was another dream, wasn't it?" She asked, her warm chocolate gaze searching my face as I found myself nodding.
"I'd done it, I'd broken the curse. I saw the eath," I hesitated, looking down at my clean hands, "I felt the blood on my hands." I swallowed against the rising lump of dread that filled my throat, as Myrina reached forward, her warm palms closing over mine.
"It's not real, you haven't done anything, you didn't kill anyone." Myrina said firmly, and I forced myself to nod, even though I did not feel worthy of her trust.
"Rowena." I turned, looking up past Myrina to the figure that stood in the doorway, and suddenly a wave of relief washed over me. Myrina stood almost at once, turning to look at the figure and, when he dismissed her she left, glancing once over her shoulder at me before disappearing down the hall. In her own way Myrina loved me but, she would never cross my guardian. Her loyalty was, and always would be, to him, it was a fact all but set in stone. Some part of me realized that it was only because my guardian loved me that Myrina allowed herself to care.
"Elijah." He moved from the doorway to stand in front of me. I knew that he could have been at my side in seconds but, when around me, Elijah always tried to act human.
"I heard what you said to Myrina." He said softly.
"They're getting more frequent." I commented as he sat on the edge of my bed.
"I will inform your father, and when you leave for school he will be there for you, as will I." Elijah replied, reaching out to tuck a sweat-dampened strand of hair behind my ear. "Any time, do you understand Rowena? When you go to Hogwarts you will be bringing an owl with you and it will always be able to reach your father and it will always be able to find me." I met his serious gaze, and nodded.
"I'm going to miss you." I murmured, reaching forward, to hug him. He returned my embrace, planting a firm kiss on the top of my head.
"I will miss you too but, we have almost a month left." He said before standing. "It is nearly time for you to get up, so go shower while I get breakfast started." I nodded, but at first I did not move. "Your father will be here promptly at seven-thirty." Elijah reminded me and I felt a rush of excitement shoot through my body, followed quickly by an onslaught of nervous anticipation. "Thirty minutes in the kitchen, showered, dressed, and ready to go." Elijah said, before I could voice any of my nerves.
"Forty-five." I countered immediately, crossing my arms over my chest, and fixing him with a ten-year-old's version of a hard glare.
"Thirty." He replied unwaveringly, his eyes narrowing for a fraction of a second.
"You'd have to have Belgian waffled with fruit and whipped cream." I told him.
"French toast." He offered, standing in the doorway, and turning to look back at me with a smile.
"Forty minutes."
"With fruit."
"Fine, thirty-five, and that's the best that you're going to get." I said, throwing my blankets back.
"I will be counting." Elijah promised as he disappeared down the hallway and I retrieved my towel, padding into the bathroom.
Thirty-seven minutes and three outfits later I ran into the kitchen, my hair still damp, as I slid into my seat.
"Two minutes late." Elijah said as he turned around from the stove to face me, a plate of french toast in his hand.
"Sorry." I muttered. "I couldn't decide what to wear." I added as he waited for my excuse.
"Well, I think you have chosen well." He said as he came closer and set the platter down on the table in front of me. I smiled back at him, I had specifically chosen the emerald green dress to match my eyes, and because I knew that my father would appreciate it. A moment later Elijah added a plate of fresh fruit, a bowl of cream, and a pitcher of maple syrup.
"Thank you, Elijah." I beamed up at him before I helped myself to two thick slices of the rich bread, heaping fruit and cream on top before I finished my serving off with a healthy amount of syrup.
"Is this what you call a nutritious breakfast?" I spun around, halfway through my breakfast, to see my father standing in the doorway. I jumped up, running to him and throwing my arms around his waist as he returned my hug, kissing the top of my head.
"You look more and more like your mother every time I see you." He commented, and I beamed up at him.
"Now you'll get to see me more often." I said, before turning and dashing over to where I had carefully kept my letter.
"Here." I said, unable to restrain my pride as I showed it to my father.
"Dear Miss Snape," my father read out, and I could not stop the smile that stretched across my face as I heard him read out my acceptance to the best wizarding school there was: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"But I already know that when I'm there, I'm going to be Miss Prince." I said, as he finished. "Though I do like the sound of Miss Snape." I added, glancing sideways up at him as he smiled at me.
"I do as well." He replied. "Though at least for now it will be Miss Prince, not Miss Snape." He said, and I nodded. Elijah had already told me that it was too dangerous for me to use either my real name, or Mikaelson while I was enrolled at school. He initially proposed making up a name but, I had asked if we could use Prince, my maternal grandmother's maiden name. The Prince family, although purebloods, were an extremely reclusive bunch. They preferred to live away from wizarding society, and as such it was not overly hard to find a Prince who had left the magical world for a muggle. As her supposed daughter, I was able to claim half-blood status and, as a Prince I would be distantly related to my father, giving us the perfect excuse if someone thought we looked alike or acted too close.
"Would you like some French toast?" Elijah offered my father as I went over the false identity in my head for what I was sure was the millionth time.
"Thank you." My father accepted, and we all finished breakfast together. Or rather, my father and I ate while Elijah had his circadian cup of tea. When we were finished I was sent to brush my teeth while Elijah and my father not-so-discreetly talked about my magical progress and, more importantly, the dreams that had been plaguing my sleep. Knowing that it was pointless to even attempt to spy on Elijah, I waited upstairs with growing impatience until I was finally called down.
I all but flew down the stairs to find him waiting with a jumper and my bag in hand. Myrina was going to accompany my father and me instead of Elijah because he was known in the wizarding world and could draw unwanted attention to me. Myrina was coming to offer me added protection and play the role of my chaperone. I suspected though, that Elijah would not be far away in case of danger and that his people, as I called the vampires and humans loyal to him, would also be nearby; ready if required. Pretending, however, that he was going to stay at home or otherwise preoccupy himself, I kissed his cheek, told him to have a good day, and climbed into the back of the black car that Elijah always had on hand. Myrina climbed into the front passenger seat while my father joined me in the back and, as the car pulled smoothly out of the driveway, I leaned into his side, glad to finally see him again after months of separation.
I always knew that Elijah was not my real father. He was careful to tell me that, although he loved me like his own daughter that I had a biological father who loved me just as much. When I was younger it was harder to understand why I only got to see my father on special occasions and, why he trusted Elijah to take care of me instead of doing it himself. Elijah had always told me how much my father loved me but, throughout my childhood there had been times when I doubted the truth of his words.
The older I got, however, the more I learned. I was a witch, a very special witch because I was both a servant of Nature and a wand-wielding witch. It was that almost-unheard-of combination that prompted my father to accept Elijah's proposal to foster me. Elijah had offered in the first place because he is a very old and powerful vampire. He would be able to use his power and his rather formidable reputation to protect me from another even more infamous vampire: Klaus. Apparently, Klaus wanted to use me for my powers because I could undo a curse, making him the strongest being on Earth: a vampire-werewolf hybrid. I was not ready to use that kind of power, nor did my father, Elijah, or I want me to end up being Klaus's puppet.
"Rowena, time to wake up, we have arrived." My eyes snapped open to find that our car had stopped in London. I flushed with embarrassment at having fallen asleep on such an exciting day and because it was one of the rare opportunities that I had to spend with my father.
"How are you feeling?" Myrina asked as I climbed out of the car, my father getting out on the other side.
"Fine." I replied, stifling a yawn.
"If you're tired just let us know, we'll stop and take a break. You had a difficult morning." Myrina said, and I nodded for her sake even as I vowed to myself that I was not going to be the weak child who needed a rest.
We walked several blocks before my father guided us into a dark pub with a weather-beaten sign that read "The Leaky Cauldron". As he entered, my father's knee-length frock coat transformed smoothly into floor-length billowing black robes that I stared at until he had to prod me in the back to get me to enter the pub. I flushed when I realized that I had been staring at him in front of a packed tap room, but his slight smirk reassured me. I looked around in wide-eyed fascination as I opened my mind the way that Myrina had taught me, and let the auras of the witches and wizards wash over me. The magical energy made my entire body feel alive, though what surprised me the most were the distinct auras of other magical creatures. I sensed the cold that came from a vampire, but there was at least one other magical creature that I did not recognize. I glanced over at Myrina, but she shook her head and I swallowed back the question.
"This way." My father murmured, guiding us out through the back of the tavern as he ignored the glances shot in our direction.
"This is really the entrance to Diagon Alley?" I asked, looking with mild distaste at the cramped back courtyard with the trash bins encroaching on just over half of the space. My father smiled, while Myrina rolled her eyes.
"Sometimes you really do remind me of Elijah." Myrina commented, throwing a wink in my direction. I rolled my eyes at her while my father drew out his wand, tapping several bricks in a distinct pattern. I had seen his wand before, he had even demonstrated a few spells but, I still felt excited every time that I saw him using magic.
The bricks in front of us began to shift as he stowed his wand, and I had to work to keep my jaw from dropping. As they reformed into an archway and a bustling street was revealed, I glanced at my father with a wide grin.
"Welcome, Rowena, to Diagon Alley." He said softly as I took my first step into the wizarding world.
My father led us to the bank, Gringotts, explaining that he already had more than enough money to see to my purchases but it was an experience he thought I should have. I nodded, still wide-eyed as I barely controlled my impulse to turn in circles so as to get a better view of everything we passed.
"Gringotts is said to be the safest place on Earth. You would have to be utterly foolish to try to break in and, likely it would be the last thing that you ever did. In some of the highest-security vaults they have a dragon standing guard. It is operated by goblins, who are tricky to fool and suspicious of everyone. they have ingenious ways of detecting imposters." My father explained as we walked towards the bank.
"A real dragon? I want to see it." I exclaimed, as I turned my semi-reverent gaze back up to the bank as we ascended wide white marble steps.
"We won't be going that deep." My father informed me, and although his words were curt, I could see a sparkle in his obsidian gaze.
"But one day, can we go and see a dragon?" I pressed.
"Perhaps." My father replied, his lips twitching, as we passed through great doors and, although they were magnificent it was the goblins that caught my real interest.
"Professor Snape." I realized with a flash of embarrassment that I had been left behind as my father and Myrina proceeded to a counter. I hurried over and, Myrina cast me an indulgent smile.
"Have you seen a goblin before?" I asked her, as my eyes followed the movement of the one at the desk who was verifying my father's identity.
"No." Myrina replied and, by the look on her face I understood that now was not the time to speak about them, just as it was not the time to discuss whatever else it was that I had sensed in the tavern. My mind, however, was quickly carried away as we got into the cart. It reminded me of a roller coaster ride as we hurtled down the track, whipping around hairpin bends at an impressive speed towards my father's vault. When we stopped, I could not contain my enthusiastic grin while my father followed the goblin towards the vault in question. Curious, I stepped forward, peering around my father to watch as the goblin placed his hand to a door, which then shimmered and disappeared to reveal the vault. It was perhaps not as impressive as other vaults but, to me it was awe-inspiring. My father entered without such curiosity, moving around his vault to select some coins.
"Come along, Rowena, there's plenty more to see." He said and, nodding, I followed him out and back into the cart.
We paused in the main foyer for Myrina to exchange some English pounds for the wizarding coins in case she wanted to buy anything for herself and then we were off. We began at a shop called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, where a plump young witch bustled over and promptly whisked me away to take my measurements before promising to have them ready in an hour. My father nodded, leaving half of the payment before leading me out of the store with a promise that it would be a busy day.
True to my father's word, the day was a whirlwind of activity. We stopped to buy rolls of parchment, quills, and ink before continuing along the alley to retrieve my telescope. We made a much longer stop at the potions store, Slug and Jiggers Apothecary, in spite of the overwhelming scent of rotten eggs. Like he had with my other supplies, my father chose my cauldron, glass phials, and scale and, I knew that he would pick the best, while I wandered the store. I was fascinated by the various ingredients and, my father and Myrina had almost to drag me from the store; at least, until they mentioned that the only things left on our list were my books and my wand.
Once at Flourish and Blotts, I quickly retrieved all my necessary school books and, when my father told me that I had permission to pick out a few extra books I disappeared into the stacks, perusing the numerous titles with unbridled excitement and curiosity. Ultimately, I chose three: Hogwarts a History, a book about the history of wandless and wicaan magics, and a compendium of the most practical spells and potions. My father had warned me not to try things from the spell book and, he made me promise before he bought all of the books; shrinking them, pocketing them, and then leading us up the alley to Ollivander's.
The wand-maker's shop was dimly lit and dusty and, when he appeared I caught a trace of a power signature that I did not recognize. His silvery eyes lit on me and a smile cured his lips.
"Miss Snape." He said, his luminescent gaze skittering towards my father before returning to me.
"This is my niece, Rowena Prince." My father interjected tensely.
"No playing games with me, Severus, I remember when you came in here to buy your own wand, you've kept it in pristine condition, I expect? I also remember when her mother came, you two were together even then. I half expected to see you in with her half-brother last year." The man replied, waving off my father's protestation, while I felt a shiver run through me. I knew that I had a half-brother and that I was born from an affair but, my father never talked much about my older half-brother. I knew that my mother had died for him; murdered by the Dark Lord Voldemort. I knew that my half-brother had been the only known wizard to survive the death curse and, although my father did not blame the boy for my mother's death, he felt no great love for him. Personally, I still longed to know my half-brother, Harry, and silently, I strengthened my resolve to get to know him.
"Miss Prince then." I turned my attention back to Ollivander as he gestured me forward. Obviously while my thoughts had turned to my half-brother he and my father had come to an agreement. I took a step forward and, with a wave of his wand, a silver tape measure began to take various measurements, not all of which were strictly necessary in the search for my wand. Ollivander darted around the shop, accumulating a great pile of slender boxes, and when he finally stopped the tape measure, I was rather glad to be rid of the thing. A tingle of excitement rushed through my body as he beckoned me forward, carefully unwrapping a gleaming wand.
"Willow with unicorn tail hair, ten and a quarter inches long. Like your mother's." He said, handing it to me. I had no sooner closed my hand around it than he had whipped it out of my grasp.
"No, no, definitely not." He muttered, as he replaced it with another one. He just had time to tell me that it was like my father's before it too was snatched away and thus the process continued. Each time he took a wand away he seemed to grow more delighted.
"An even more tricky customer, I like a challenge." He said as he returned with yet another pile of boxes. "Your brother was a challenge, but you are an even greater one."
The process, I had noted while he was off collecting this newest round of wands, had already stretched on for over half-an-hour. When those too were put aside, he looked hard at me before glancing back to my father and Myrina.
"Tell me, Miss Prince, can you find the wand yourself?" He asked, his gaze fixing on me as I stared somewhat blankly at him.
"What do you mean, find the wand? Do you want me to go through them all?" I asked in confusion and, not a little dread at the prospect of sorting through what had to be thousands of wands.
"No, no, I mean, can you feel it calling to you." Ollivander replied and I bit my lip lightly, turning to look back at my father and Myrina. "I know you're already very powerful, you have both magics inside of you, so can you feel the wand that both of your magics will accept?" Ollivander asked.
"Go ahead, give it a try." Myrina said, after my father nodded his agreement. "Just like we practiced." Myrina encouraged me and, taking a deep breath I closed my eyes, extending my senses. I ignored Myrina's energy as well as my father and Ollivander's as I reached out towards the shelves of wands. I skimmed over them, feeling the dim power that each wand stored. I acknowledged their potential to channel power, as I searched for the one that, as Ollivander said, would call to me.
I jolted back to awareness an indeterminate amount of time later, to find all three of them staring at me with various expressions. Ollivander's face was aglow with unbridled excitement, my father was in some kind of awe, I thought, and Myrina was proud. In front of me was a single box.
"That's the one." I said unnecessarily, without hesitation.
"Hazel, nine and three quarter inches, with a very special core; the hair from a thestral. Very few wands exist that have thestral hair because they do not bestow their allegiance on to someone lightly." Ollivander said as he opened the box and handed me the wand. I took it, feeling as its power and mine connected and, for a brief moment I felt the struggle between the two magics before, suddenly it felt, for lack of a better phrasing, right. The wand had become an extension of my power, no longer a threat of any kind, simply a part of me.
"How much?" My father asked, after I nodded in response to a questioning arch of his eyebrow.
"No charge." Ollivander said. "It was a pleasure simply to meet you, Miss Prince. You are destined for greatness, even more so than your brother." He said bowing deeply to us as I found myself ushered out of his shop, still clutching my new wand.
"Is he a danger to her?" Myrina asked softly as we walked rather quickly back down the street to retrieve my uniform; my father on one side and Myrina on the other.
"I do not believe so but, I do not like that he knows both who she is and what she is capable of." My father replied as his hand settled on my shoulder.
"What happened?" I asked, glancing up at him as I stowed the wand carefully away, already feeling slightly reluctant to let go of it.
"Not here." Myrina replied, while my father went ahead and collected my uniform. We left Diagon Alley and although I felt a little sad to see it go, inwardly I was burning with curiosity to know exactly what had made Myrina and my father so tight lipped.
Once we were out of the Wizarding World Myrina called Elijah and, twenty minutes later we were all seated at a restaurant in a back private room that Myrina had spelled to prevent eavesdropping of magical or muggle means.
"What happened?" Elijah asked as soon as the spell was cast. My father had not let go of me since he had returned from Madam Malkin's with my new school clothing.
"I was getting my wand and the wand maker, he wanted me to find it myself because everything that he was bringing me wasn't working so I did." I explained, feeling my gut churn with nerves.
"There wasn't much to see, but we all felt her power. She didn't merely search for a wand, she connected to each one, and then zeroed in on the one that fit her. It was an incredible amount of power for someone so young, and mostly untrained." My father explained, as I glanced up at him over my shoulder.
"And this wand maker felt it as well?" Elijah asked, frowning slightly.
"Without a doubt. Anyone who was searching for her could have felt it, the surge of raw power, I've never felt anything like it before." Myrina replied.
"What happens now?" I asked softly, glancing towards Elijah again. He extended a hand to me and my father released me to my guardian's care. I went to Elijah, curling easily into his embrace as though I was still a small child.
"This is going to keep happening. If anything, it is going to be more frequent." Elijah said calmly and something about the way that he remained unruffled gave me at least a little peace of mind. "Rowena," I looked up at him. "You are a powerful witch, you are going to keep getting more powerful with each day. Things like this are going to keep happening. We all need to be more careful as they do happen, but you did nothing wrong. When you are at school if anything ever happens like this, where you are afraid that someone saw you using magic who should not have, or if anything else ever seems off then go to your father. I know that you might not want to but, there are dangerous people who would want to use you because you are special, and that is why your father and I have put special precautions in place. Everything, however, hinges on you to tell us if you notice anything that it wrong. Do you understand, Rowena? Will you give us your word that you will tell us?" Elijah spoke softly though seriously and, in my mind's eye, I pictured some faceless figure arriving to take me away to some dark dungeon or windowless tower where he would force me to do all sorts of horrible spells.
"I give you my word." I told Elijah, fighting off a shiver at the thought of Klaus, the faceless figure, arriving to take me.
No matter how many times or how many ways I asked I could never get anymore than Klaus's name from Elijah, Myrina, my father, or anyone else. A part of me was undeniably curious as a result, wanting to know exactly who he was and, perhaps more importantly, why he caused such fear. A greater part of me, however, vowed that whoever the faceless terror was, I would never let myself fall into his hands.
"Good." Elijah said and then he turned to Myrina and my father. "For now she is safe. Hogwarts will have its own dangers for her discovery, but I am confident that Klaus will not be able to get at her while she is in the castle." He said.
"I know what to look for." My father drawled, eyeing Elijah with an expression that I could not quite name. "She will be safe with me at the castle." He said, and I smiled over at him.
We enjoyed lunch together before my father gave Elijah my various packages. I was bundled into the car and brought home. Elijah left not long after our return to attend to matters, taking Myrina with him and leaving me in the care of the rest of his household. I was not very concerned at being left behind. I knew that no vampire could get in, not without my permission and, all of Elijah's people were loyal to him to a fault.
I was back in my room, eagerly beginning to read over my new textbooks when I heard a soft knock on the door. I called for the person to enter and it creaked open so that I could see the face of one of our newer household staff; a young woman named Cindy.
"Begging your pardon, but there's a gentleman outside who says that he knows you. He said his name's Nick." She said softly. "Will you see him?"
"Nick." I smiled in recognition of his name. I had seen him several times before and I considered us to be close friends.
"I'll be right down." I said, as I began to hastily tidy up my things, before hurrying out to meet Nick. He was standing with his back to me, his hands clasped casually behind his back but, as I exited the house he turned and smiled in my direction, displaying twin dimples.
"My Little Witch." He greeted me, and I found myself automatically smiling back at the sound of his voice.
"It's been a while, Nick, here I was thinking that you had forgotten me." I teased.
"Forget you? Never." He replied at once, as he extended a hand towards me. "Walk with me?" He invited.
"Alright, but we have to stay close to the house." I replied, taking his hand and following him off of the porch.
"How have things been? Is Elijah treating you well?" He asked.
"He's always very kind to me, and Myrina's taught me so much. I almost don't want to leave." I replied honestly, not sure why the words fell so honestly from my lips, though for some reason I was noy concerned.
"Leave? Where are you going?" Nick asked.
"To a boarding school." I replied, nibbling on my lip as I slowed. "Can I trust you with a secret?" I asked.
"You can always trust me, Little Witch." He replied, turning to rest a warm hand on my shoulder as he put a gentle finger under my chin so that we stared evenly at each other; his brilliant blue gaze catching my green one.
"It's a special school, one to help me with my magic." I whispered to him as we began to walk again.
"Really? Are you excited to be going then?" He asked.
"I am, I've wanted to go my entire life. My father, he works there and, I want to get to know him better. I love Elijah like a father, don't get me wrong, but I want to know my real father too." I explained.
"Of course you do." Nick replied with a smile. "When will you be leaving?" He asked.
"On the first of September." I replied.
"Right after your birthday." Nick commented.
"Yes." I replied softly, glancing shyly over at him. "Will I see you again before then?" I asked softly.
"Do you want to, Little Witch?" He asked, stopping us again.
"You know I always look forward to your visits." I replied.
"Then if you want, I will do my best to come and visit again." He said and I beamed over at him.
"So where have you been?" I asked as we continued to walk again.
"Well, first I went to Rome," he began, reaching out to take my hand in his, as I smiled and listened to his always had the best stories, I reflected, and he always treated me like an equal, not like a child. I liked that about him, he always encouraged me to try things for myself and, he was always a great listener. Often I would feel lonely when Elijah left and Nick was like a breath of fresh air. Once, when Elijah was gone for a long time Nick had come night after night, until I slept all day and worried the people left to look over me. Nick had taken me everywhere; somehow managing to get permission for me to go with him and, every night had been a new adventure. He had taken me to an amusement park one night that had been opened just for us and, it was the best night of my life. We had also gone to a show, to the movies, out for dinner, and on numerous excursions in to the city where Elijah and I lived. I asked Nick once how he knew where we were but, he never answered.
I was not sure why, but I never told Elijah about Nick. He was my little secret because, when I lived with Elijah although I knew that although his people cared for me, especially Myrina, they were all his people. Even I was Elijah's and, to have Nick, who did not answer to Elijah or do anything for me because I was Elijah's was something that I realized somewhat guiltily, that I enjoyed.
It was well past two in the morning when Nick returned me to the porch and, with many stifled yawns, I headed up to my room where I fell asleep on my bed in the midst of the mess that I had only partially tidied before leaving to see Nick.
A/N: Thanks again for reading! Sorry for the odd spacing! I look forward to reviews! Still looking for a beta reader!