Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, The Twilight Saga or The Vampire Diaries. They belong to their respective authors. I am writing this just for fun and no money is being made.

AN:I'm so sorry it took so long, but here it is. I am back from my vacation and soon will be working on my other stories as well. Once again, none of them are abandoned. Thank You for all your reviews and sorry if I haven't replied. Life got hectic!

I don't have a beta, so I would like to apologize for my mistakes in advance as this chapter isn't edited.

CHICAGO

Friday, May 3rd 1918

Carlisle had given them his address and had told the three of them to meet him there. Now, they were driving to his house, well, Edward was driving and glowering at everyone and everything, while Newt and Florence were sitting in uncomfortable silence.

The house wasn't far, but it was on a deserted road, outside the polluted part of the city. Edward was unsure whether to go there or not, but in the end, he drove and stopped in front a huge house where Carlisle was already waiting for them. The surrounding area was almost covered by trees and it wasn't easy for anyone to find the house.

"Thank Merlin!" Florence hastily got out of the car and sighed with relief, followed by Newt and a still grumbling Edward.

Carlisle smiled at them and said politely, "Please come in."

They nodded and followed Carlisle inside, but stopped when they saw the state his house was in. The living room was huge and perfectly clean, shining really. But what stopped them was that there was nothing in the room, apart from two love-seats and a couple of letters which were lying on the center-table. The windows were covered with thick curtains which were extremely dark in color. But apart from that, the huge room was empty. There was a door which led to the kitchen and a staircase leading upstairs.

The place seemed so lonely to Florence that she shuddered. How could anyone live here alone? So, she looked at Carlisle and asked, "Do you have a partner or a companion?"

Carlisle looked startled at the question. She saw that he turned sad, but quickly masked it away and answered, "No, Miss Potter. It's just me." Then he paused and added, "Please sit down."

Florence sat on one of the sofa's, setting her bag near her legs and Newt took the seat opposite her. Carlisle was standing while Edward was scowling at the three of them, but begrudgingly went forward and sat next to her with a huff.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have anything to offer. I don't entertain guests much." Carlisle said apologetically.

"It's alright, Mr. Cullen. Don't worry about it." Florence told him with a smile.

Edward couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "Would you stop with the pleasantries and tell me what the hell his going on here?"

They all frowned at him simultaneously, but they could understand that he was a human and wasn't able to understand any of this. Carlisle was still wondering about what these two could be and he was more than eager to know. He hadn't met anyone other than vampires in his existence and he had always been eager to learn bout every new thing, but he knew that the boy was a human and wasn't sure if they should risk telling a human their secrets.

He looked at the two and said, "Wouldn't it be dangerous to inform a human about…?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but both Newt and Florence understood what Carlisle was trying to say. They knew telling a human about the existence of both their worlds was forbidden and they both had the same thought running in their minds – they could obliviate him. But Florence didn't want to do it. Edward and his mother, Elizabeth took her in when she was in need and had no one. They had been so pleasantly accommodating to her despite the unusual circumstances in which he found her. How could she obliviate him? He deserved that much, but if he freaked out, they would have no other option left.

She looked at Carlisle and said, "He helped me when I needed the most. I owe him this much. I'll take care of it, if things turn ugly." After which she looked at Newt, confirming him about her decision.

Meanwhile, Edward was seething. They were talking about him like he wasn't here. These people were crazy and he was questioning saving the girl and taking her to his home. He was feeling on edge here, who knew how dangers these three were and he was sure that they were ill somehow. He just didn't understand what was he doing here! He could have left, but how could he have left a girl alone with two unknown men? His mother would have been disappointed in him, especially if the girl was mentally ill.

"You said that you haven't killed a human in all your life. How is that possible? You're a vampire." Florence asked Carlisle as she had been wondering about it, ever since he told her this and Newt looked at him intruded.

"I was born in 1640 in London and my father was a pastor. I never wanted to harm an innocent. I never wanted to become… this. After I was turned, I tried to kill myself, but nothing worked. I was hiding in a cave in a forest, away from human population when I got a whiff of blood. I got desperate and couldn't stop myself as I attacked and fed on a herd of deer passing through. After which I realized that I could survive off animal blood which seemed more humane than drinking the blood of a human. Over the course of two centuries, I perfected my ability to resist blood-lust caused by the scent of human blood." Carlisle explained as he thought about his life.

Florence and Newt both looked at him in astonishment as he asked Carlisle, "And you're a healer?"

"I'm a doctor, yes. I wanted to help people in any way I could." Carlisle replied with a small smile.

"Is that why your eyes are golden instead of red?" Newt asked curiously.

"Yes. It started turning amber after a couple of months and it turned golden within a year." Carlisle answered.

Florence mumbled, "Your kind is so different from others."

Carlisle looked at them and asked bewildered. "Yours? There are different kind of vampires? But how come I haven't heard or met anyone of them in all my life?"

Newt frowned as he said, "I don't know how come you haven't met anyone yet. No one rules them like the Volturi rules you and neither are they as secretive as you. But I know that they're different than your kind. They can eat, sleep and they burn in the sun. they aren't venomous and can feed on people without killing or turning them."

"There's so much I haven't seen. So much I don't know about. It all seems captivating." Carlisle muttered. Then he looked at the two and asked, "I know you aren't vampires. What are you?"

Florence and Newt shared a glance, after which she took a breath and blurted out. "Okay. It might seem far-fetched, but I'm a witch and Newt is a wizard."

Carlisle frowned at her as he looked from her to Newt, who was fidgeting and looking uncomfortable. Edward, who had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the whole discussion, stared at her for a long time as his eyes bugged out and started laughing suddenly.

"That-was-hilarious." Edward said between his bouts of laughter as his eyes filled with water.

She looked at him unimpressed, while Newt looked confused as he shared a look with her.

Carlisle cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, Miss Potter…"

"Please call me Florence." She insisted.

Carlisle looked apprehensive as he said slowly, "Florence. Forgive me, but that does seem far-fetched. I'm afraid that I do agree with Edward here. Witches and wizards are a myth. They don't exist."

She looked at him incredulously and said, "Myth? You're a vampire!"

For the first time Newt spoke, "She's telling the truth. We are wizards. Our existence is a secret, just like yours."

Every head turned towards him as Edward wiped his eyes and he stood up. "It was fun, but I think I've had enough for today. I should leave." He said mockingly as he went towards the door.

Florence narrowed her eyes at him, pulled her wand and flicked it towards the door which closed with loud bang! Edward whirled on his feet as his eyes widened along with Carlisle's simultaneously.

"I wasn't done talking. Now would you like to sit down or are you comfortable where you are?" she asked him smugly.

She waved her wand towards the letters lying on the center-table which started floating in the air.

"You… the door…and the le-tters… how?" Edward spluttered as he stared at her and then at the stick in her hand. 'How had she done that? She couldn't be a witch, could she? There were no such things as witches or wizards or vampires!'

"I told you. I'm a witch and Newt here is a wizard. We went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry which is in Scotland. Now do you believe us?" she asked exasperated.

"You could have been a bit subtle." Newt told her slowly as he looked at the frozen vampire and a muggle who was staring at them with wide eyes.

"Well. They weren't listening, were they?" she answered, even though she looked worriedly at Edward, who was still spluttering.

She went near him and waved her hand in front of his face. When he didn't take notice, he shook him softly and asked, "Edward? Are you alright?'

He didn't reply but stated calmly, "You're a witch."

"Well, yeah."

"And Newt is a wizard."

"Um… Yes." She replied.

His brows furrowed as he looked at her, he gulped and asked nervously, "That means you were telling the truth. He's… a vampire?"

Her gaze went to the said vampire, who had finally come out of his frozen state and was looking at Edward, frowning.

Edward on the other hand, wasn't so calm. Suddenly, he was having difficulty breathing. He was feeling faint and dizzy, he could feel his hearts pounding in his chest and his breath was coming in short pants. 'He was having a heart attack and it didn't take a vampire to kill him. This was it. He was going to die, betrayed by his own body.'

All their eyes widened as they looked at Edward. He was trembling and sweating profusely. Carlisle was the first one to reach him as soon as he heard the human's accelerated heart rate. He checked him over and realized that Edward was having a panic attack.

Newt and Florence also ran towards them, shocked at the turn of events. None of them had seen this affect of revealing their magic to anyone. Probably, she shouldn't have told him. She looked at Carlisle and gasped, "What's happening to him?"

Carlisle didn't turn from Edward as he placed his cold hand on his forehead in hope that the coolness would help him. "He's having a panic attack." Then he whispered, "Breathe, Edward. There is nothing to be afraid of. You're safe. No one is going to harm you."

Edward didn't look up and closed his eyes tightly. Maybe he was dreaming. He had to be! How could vampires and witches exist? He was breathing harshly as he thought about how his bizarre day has been!

"I understand what you've learnt is scary, but you are not in any danger." Carlisle told him soothingly. He was still focused on Edward as he said, "Can you get him some water, please?"

The events that had been happening took a toll on her and Florence felt herself panicking. She was in past with three unknown men and one of them was going to die because she couldn't keep her mouth shut. Without thinking, she pointed her wand at Edward and uttered, "Aguamenti."

A jet of cold water emerged from her wand and hit Edward right in the face, soaking both him and Carlisle as he gasped. Newt's eyes widened and he took a step back hastily, clutching his suitcase to him. Her own eyes widened at her foolishness and she whispered the counter-curse hastily. Both Carlisle and Edward were looking at her with their jaw hanging open and wide eyes, dripping wet from head to toe.

"I'm so sorry. I don't do stuff like this normally." She winced and said apologetically.

No one said anything for a long time until Carlisle cleared his throat and said, "now that we've established that you're indeed wizards, we probably can discuss it without any further issues."

Florence nodded, while Newt quietly stayed where he was.

"Well. At least Edward's feeling better now." She tried to joke lamely which didn't work, as Edward's eyes snapped at her and he glowered.

"We should probably change. Edward, you can borrow some of my clothes." Carlisle said.

They felt strong wind flowing around them and when they looked down at themselves, they realized that their clothes, shoes and even their hair were dry now. Both Edward and Carlisle looked at Florence, but she was looking at Newt, pouting; while he shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably as he lowered his wand.

"You did that?" Edward asked Newt slowly, who muttered a soft, "Yes."

Edward asked as he motioned with his head, "With the help of the stick?"

"Uhm… It's a wand." Newt answered.

"I need to sit down." Edward muttered with a sigh as he made way towards the sofa and flopped down on it unceremoniously. Suddenly there was a glass of water in front of him and he looked up to see Carlisle holding it for him with a soft smile on his face. "Thank You." He mumbled as he took the glass and took a sip.

All four of them sat there awkwardly, not knowing how to start the conversation. The silence was deafening.

Carlisle wanted to know more about these people. It all seemed out of a children's book. He broke the silence and said, "So, wizards and witches exist and you are taught magic in a school. How fascinating! What about your parents? Are they wizards as well? Are you born with the magic? How does it all work?"

"Witches and wizards are born with the magical core which is inside them. And I got magic from my parents, but there are wizards and witches who are born to muggles. It's a term used by us for non-magical folk. I know that the only process by which students are selected for Hogwarts are the Quill of Acceptance and the Book of Admittance." Florence told him, but when she received blank looks from both Carlisle and Edward, she grimaced and muttered, "I don't know any more than this. Apparently, I wasn't listening to Hermione when she was telling us."

But before Carlisle could say anything, Newt spoke, "The Quill of Acceptance and the Book of Admittance's were created by the founders – Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin and Rowena Ravenclaw, shortly before the school's completion. Their decision is final and no child has ever been admitted to Hogwarts whose name has not been inscribed in the book first. At the precise moment that a child first exhibits signs of magic, the Quill attempts to inscribe the name of that child upon the pages of the Book. But it is observed by many that the Quill might be more lenient than the Book as a mere whiff of magic suffices for the Quill. The Book, however, is a different story. It often snaps shut, refusing to be written upon until it receives sufficiently higher evidence of one's magical ability. It is what keeps Squibs out of Hogwarts. The Quill's sensitivity, coupled with the Book's implacability, have never yet made a mistake."

Everyone stared at Newt with wide eyes, while he gave them an awkward smile.

"Wow! I felt like I was listening to Hermione. You're just like her." said Florence. Then she frowned and mumbled to herself. "Wait. Your name is Newt Scamander."

Newt looked at her puzzled. "Yes."

"Oh My God!" she nearly screamed as comprehension dawned on her. She looked at Newt with awe, unable to believe that she was meeting the man himself and he was just her age.

They all looked at her confused, not understanding the reason behind her shock.

"What? What is it?" Newt asked.

She looked at him with wonder and breathed, "That's where I know you from! You are The Newt Scamander."

Newt looked at her perplexed. How did she know him? He was sure he hadn't met her before and that was strange, because they were the same age and she said that she went to Hogwarts. How could he not notice her even if they have studied a year or two apart. Potter's were a pureblood family and he would have heard if there was a Potter in Hogwarts. So, he asked, "Where do you know me from?"

Florence could have hit herself. She forgot that she shouldn't have mentioned anything. Now how was she supposed to explain it. Even Carlisle and Edward were looking at her curiously now. "Oh! Um… I…" she stumbled over, unable to come up with an explanation.

Newt stared at her suspiciously and spoke, "There's one thing which I have been wondering about since the moment we've met."

"What?" she asked, eager to change the topic. But she wasn't lucky. Never had been as his next question made her eyes widen as she gulped.

"You said you are a Potter. The thing is, I've met Henry Potter and he only has a son, who isn't 11 yet." Newt pulled his wand out, but didn't point it at her as he asked, "So my question is, who are you?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but closed it. She wasn't sure she could tell them as she knew that it would change the timeline irreversibly. She could not risk it.

His grip on his wand tightened and he asked, "Do you work for Grindelwald?"

"What?! No! Of course, not!" She gasped.

He looked at her warily, ready to attack if she indeed intended anyone any harm. But he couldn't understand why would she lie about being a Potter? "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you don't tell me who you are. You aren't a Potter."

Carlisle looked at the two and saw Newt's hand twitching, the one in which he was holding his wand. He didn't need to be a wizard to know that he wanted to use 'it' against Florence. He didn't know what kind of magic they could do, but he knew that violence wasn't the answer to anything. So, he asked the guy instead, "What are you doing? And who's Grindelwald?"

Neither of them answered as they were intently focused on each other. Florence had her wand, but she didn't want to use it. "I'm the last person who would be working for Grindelwald. And I assure you, I am a Potter. Please just… believe me. I cannot tell you any more than that." She pleaded.

Newt said doubtfully with a sigh, "Everything you've said is a lie. I'm sorry, but if you won't tell me, I will have to inform Dumbledore."

"No! Don't!" She shouted and all eyes snapped to hers in surprise. She couldn't let the man know who she was or he would do as he wished 'for the greater good'. She didn't trusted Dumbledore. She couldn't. not after what he did with many people. People who looked up to him.

"If… If I tell you, you have to promise me you won't tell it to Dumbledore. Not him or anyone else." When Newt looked at her unsure, she continued, "It's paramount that you don't tell anyone. If you do, it could end in disaster."

Newt still didn't know if he should agree with her. She looked at him beseechingly, clearly seeing the indecision in his eyes but didn't say a word. The man seemed greatly influenced by Dumbledore and she couldn't help the bitterness that bubbled-up inside her as she thought about the man, she once thought was her mentor. It was Newt's decision, whether he wanted to trust her or not, but she wouldn't give any information than was necessary at this moment.

Finally, he gave her single nod and she sighed, relieved. Now she just had to tell three strangers that not only had she travelled back in time without her knowledge, but she came back 80 years back at that. They already believed she was a liar, after she told them the truth, they would definitely think that she was barmy. She looked up and saw three pair of eyes staring at her.

She gulped, before saying, "My name is Florence Lily Potter. I was born in London, to Lily and James Potter on July 31st 1990."

Newt's mouth parted in surprise, Carlisle sucked in an inaudible breath while Edward's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as they looked at the green-eyed girl in front of them.

Damon's Pov

Friday, May 3rd, 1918

Damon looked around as he reached the windy city. He didn't know what he was trying to accomplish here, but he was here to find Stefan. He had caught wind that his brother was here and even though he had his humanity off, but it had been years since he last saw him. Surely, he wanted to make Stefan's existence miserable, but he was also the last of his family, which meant that he couldn't let his brother die.

His thoughts went to his family and how loving they had been before his little sister was taken away from them. Before everything went to hell. Stefan became quite and arrogant after his twin was taken away, mother became sick and their father – who already was a drunk became violent and abusive. He still wondered how things would have turned out, if she would have been with them. She probably would be like them now, but at least she would have been with him and that was what hurt the most. He would never see her again.

Damon shook away the thought before the pain became too much. He couldn't do anything about it now, couldn't afford to think about his past. He was here to find Stefan. His brother in his ripper phase was killing people and leaving them left and right without thinking of consequences. It wouldn't be much longer before someone found about it and he couldn't allow that. He'd convince Stefan to move to another town and then leave.

EN: Things would be different here. Not following typical TVD and Twilight events, but some of the events would be the same. Katherine would be here sooner than later and even though she is a bitch, I really like her. 'She is a survivor.'

Thank you for reading and I hope you liked it. Please do tell me whether you liked the idea or not. I haven't read something like this, so I decided to work on it.

Have a nice day everyone. 😊

Nov 17th, 2018