Title: Nightfall

Pairing: HP/DS, EG/SS

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight nor do I own Harry Potter.

Note: This came to me after I was watching Vampire Diaries for the umpteenth time. While I was doing that, I was on deviantart and I came across a picture that intrigued me to the point that I just had to get something out.

Anyway, this starts at Season 1 Episode 3 because I need canon to be shot to hell as soon as possible. Well…sort of shot to hell. Anyway, we'll just be getting on with the story.

Nightfall

By: Sistersgrimmlover

Part I:

"I'm gonna marry the night

I'm not gonna cry anymore

I'm gonna marry the night

Leave nothing on these streets to explore."

-Marry the Night, Lady Gaga

Dear Journal (Because you are certainly not a diary),

Today is the start.

The start of my brand new life. It has to be a brand new life. I don't want it anymore. I don't want the life of the Boy-Who-Lived. I don't want to be the sad little boy who lost his parents.

That's not me.

I don't want it to be me. That's not my life anymore and I'm okay with that.

I'll have a normal life.

Everything that I've ever wanted.

Right.

Here.

In Mystic Falls

Harry Potter, now Harry Noir looked up, slowly as there was a knock on his open door. He flipped his journal shut, quickly and shoved it into his satchel. Hermione stood in the doorway with a sad smile gracing her pretty face. Her large bushy hair was still large and bushy as ever and Harry found some comfort in it. She was already wearing a white shirt, powder blue hoodie, and dark blue jeans.

"Time for school," Hermione murmured and Harry bounced off the bed and he looked around his messy room.

His trunk was still open at the end of his bed and clothes were strewn inside, unfolded and messy. Ink had splattered on his only baggy white shirt and his baggy jeans were too big to wear. He sighed and ran a hand through messy inky black hair.

"I have nothing to wear," Harry groaned and Hermione smiled.

"Nothing inconspicuous to wear, you mean. Oh, Harry…" Hermione sighed and she walked past him and towards his trunk and messy closet.

"What?" demanded Harry as she pulled out nondescript black clothes from a few bags.

Hermione had bought them for him when they had landed in Washington DC. They had been intended to be school clothes but Harry had just wanted to blend in and wearing big, baggy clothing had seemed the best way. Hermione obviously disagreed. She tossed them to him and Harry caught it, his Seeker skills kicking in.

"You dressed in big clothing will only draw attention to you. It's a small town," Hermione said and she shook her head before walking out the door and down the stairs.

Hermione worried about her 'brother' and knew that escaping to the small Muggle town of Mystic Falls was for the best, in all honesty. She knew that after defeating Voldemort at the age of 16, life would be hard. However, she had not expected the press and even people that they called friends to become absolutely unbearable.

Ron's help in the defeat of Voldemort was publicized everywhere he went and basked in the glory and fame. Hermione had watched, helplessly, as she watched her childhood crush rise and her best friend and almost brother wither. She had finally decided to stage an intervention and had whisked him away without a word from her parents and everyone else. With Dumbledore dead, she knew that people would be hard pressed to find them.

She still got Daily Prophets and they still thought that Harry was in London. The questioning of her disappearance was less but that was because the public simply saw her as an accessory to Harry during his adventures. Hermione shook her head and walked down the wooden stairs of their nice suburban house.

Harry had insisted on buying the house and the mortgage had been paid on the spot. It was their house and Hermione couldn't help but smile at that.

She went to fix up a quick breakfast for the two and was just placing the bacon and eggs on plates when Harry came downstairs after taking his shower and dressing. Hermione looked up and blinked as she looked at smaller and petite young man.

The seventeen-year-old looked beautiful in his dark clothing. A dark v-neck clung to his lithe and muscular torso and he wore black jeans that hung to his thin hips. Bright green eyes were slightly obscured by rectangular frames. He had his black bag slung over his shoulder and he looked tired. His dark hair covered his forehead and hung past his ears and just reached his chin. Harry smiled at Hermione, softly.

"Thanks for breakfast, Mione," he said and he swooped down to place a kiss to her cheek and Hermione couldn't help but smile back at her little brother.

"Eat up, now. It's the first day of school," Hermione grinned.

Her grin was infectious and he smiled back at her and dug in to breakfast with zeal. Hermione shook her head and ate as well. They were finished and ready to leave by fifteen minutes to eight and that was when classes started, according to Hermione's school handbook. She had gone about herself to get their schedules and such before their first day of school.

Harry stood just as Hermione did.

"You sit, Mione. I'll do dishes. We'll be out in five," Harry said and Hermione smiled at him before nodding and she watched him as he washed the dishes.

Just as promised, he was finished in five minutes and he slung on his dark French combat jacket and he tucked his feet into black combat boots. He stood up straight and sent Hermione a hopeful smile that she returned.

Harry grabbed the keys from the kitchen island and the walked outside to Harry's purchased, black, and beautiful 1967 Chevrolet Impala. He slid in and Hermione walked out after him. Harry couldn't help but feel excited to start what was going to be his normal life. He hoped that he could finally date someone…a boy, perhaps, that would like him for him instead of his fame or money.

"Lets go face the world," Harry grinned.

Hermione smiled back.

"Lets."

0o0

"Morning, Elena."

The pretty olive-skinned brunette smiled at the tall and brooding figure that made her kind-of, sorta boyfriend. She stared up at him with almond-shaped eyes, adoringly and he smiled down at her.

"Morning, Bonnie," Stefan continued as he turned his gaze onto Bonnie, respectfully.

Elena looked over at her best friend and Bonnie frowned and gave her a beseeching look. As quick as the two expressions came onto her face, they changed and Bonnie gave a strained smile.

"Hey, um, I gotta find Caroline. She's not answering her phone, so…see you guys," Bonnie said before walking quickly across the grassy grounds and Elena reached out for her best friend, pleadingly.

"Bonnie, wait…"

The African-American girl didn't stop in her flee and Elena sighed before running a hand through her hair, resignedly. Stefan pressed his lips together and gave her a look.

"She doesn't like me, does she?" the Salvatore brother asked and Elena shook her head, assuredly though she wasn't too sure of the answer herself.

"She doesn't know you," Elena started and looked up at the sky before continuing, "She's my best friend and she's just looking out for me but when she does…she will love you."

Stefan smiled at her when he suddenly stopped and Elena looked in his direction just as a vintage-looking and rather beautiful black car drove into the parking lot at breakneck speed. Most of the students were watching while some of the jocks, namely Matt and Tyler were practically salivating. The football rested into Matt's hands.

"I've never seen that car…" Elena said, softly as the car sped into a parking space without even bothering to take proper precaution and a small and rather beautiful boy slipped out from the driver's seat.

From the passenger seat, a girl with big bushy hair but a pretty face slipped from her side and she looked windswept and rather annoyed. She snapped something at the boy and he burst into laughter as the two walked, side-by-side past the staring students and straight into the building.

"Harry James Noir, you'd better stop laughing and listen to me! Breaking speed limits is against the law as you know," she nagged, a distinctive accent in place and the boy, Harry, only laughed again, his green eyes making him even more striking.

"We're in some backwater town. This isn't London," Harry smiled and he walked, briskly down the pavement and he walked straight up to Elena and Stefan, it seemed.

His smile slipped when they simply stared at him and the girl raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me. You're standing in the middle of the pavement."

Elena flushed in embarrassment and she moved to the side before she raised a hand for them to both shake.

"I'm Elena Gilbert. Welcome to Mystic Falls," Elena breathed as she looked him up and down and she glanced at Stefan.

He was looking at the two, suspiciously and the girl raised an eyebrow before shaking her head and looking at Elena.

"Pleasure," Harry said and he looked away, slightly disinterested but at the same time, on edge just as Stefan was and Elena found it rather strange.

Did they know each other?

"Hello, I'm Hermione Noir. I'm a senior here. This is my little brother, Harry Noir," the girl said and she took Elena's hand and gave it a firm shake before pulling away.

Elena couldn't help but noticed that the two looked nothing alike. The girl, Hermione, seemed a bit lighter than Harry. She was pretty but Harry…Harry had a dark beauty that was almost terrifying and definitely ruining her self-esteem a bit.

"You're freshmen here, Harry?" Elena asked, kindly.

Harry snorted and Hermione gave a dry smile.

"Harry's a junior. He's just small."

Elena flushed in embarrassment again.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Stefan and I are juniors too," Elena said and Stefan stiffened at the mention of his name and he nodded at both of the new students.

"I'm sorry. I was in deep thought for a moment. Hello, my name is Stefan Salvatore," the handsome boy said and Harry looked him up and down, appreciatively before looking over at Hermione and whispering something to her.

The bushy-haired girl burst into laughter and she shook her head.

"Oh, Harry…we really must be going. We have to find our lockers," Hermione said, smiling apologetically before the two made their way down the pathway.

Elena looked after them.

"They're from London…they have British accents…I didn't know we were having new students," Elena murmured to herself and Stefan looked down at her in annoyance at being ignored.

"Elena…" he said, bringing her back to real the world and she jumped.

"Oh, right. This is what we're going to do…are you free tonight?" Elena asked though she still sounded rather distracted and Stefan stepped in front of her with a pleasant on his face that left Elena slightly dazed.

"Yes."

"Perfect. Dinner. My House. Eight o' clock. You, me, and Bonnie. You two will spend quality time and she'll what a great guy you are. Mission accomplished," Elena beamed and Stefan gave her a hopeful smile.

Suddenly, a football came flying towards them and though Stefan leaned up to catch it, it overshot him and flew over his head. Stefan and Elena turned to see it speeding towards an unsuspecting Harry Noir.

"Harry!" Elena called in warning.

She watched Harry spin around just in time for…him to catch it, literally an inch from his face and he lowered the ball, slowly. His eyes were blazing and he looked rather annoyed at this point. Hermione paled.

"Harry…Harry, don't," Elena just heard Hermione say but suddenly the football was spinning through the air in a whistling spiral and Stefan caught it easily this time.

Stefan winced and he looked over at Harry in surprise just as the spun on his heel and stormed into the building. Elena looked over at Stefan, surprised that he had caught the far pass just as Stefan threw it back to Tyler.

There was some things that Elena now knew that she had to learn about Stefan and the fact that he could throw and catch a football was one of the things that she was glad that she had learned.

0o0

"Pearl Harbor?"

The irritating Mr. Tanner was looking over the classroom with a hint of arrogance on his face and Harry instantly didn't like the teacher. He reminded him too much of his old Potions professor, Severus Snape and his growing hatred for the History teacher only intensified as he thought of the double agent.

Harry slumped in his chair even further, not even thinking about the question. He knew that answer, he could thank Hermione for that, but couldn't care to deal with History. He'd never been particularly good at it anyway, even at Hogwarts.

"Miss Gilbert?"

Harry knew that Elena had been talking and it seemed that Mr. Tanner had known too. But to Harry, it seemed that Mr. Tanner only wanted to humiliate her and that didn't sit right with Harry.

"Um…"

"December 7th, 1941," Harry said, flatly and most of the students turned to look at him.

Mr. Tanner looked sharply at the boy.

"Freshmen in Junior History?" Mr. Tanner challenged and Harry straightened in his seat and flashed him a sneer, patented by the Malfoy family.

"I'm seventeen. Excuse me for poor genetics," Harry drawled.

Mr. Tanner glared back at him in anger and annoyance.

"Very well. The fall of the Berlin Wall?" Mr. Tanner fired off at him.

Harry frowned as he tried to remember the date.

"19—" Stefan started.

"Chill out, Salvatore. I got this. 1989. That was the year of the Hillsborough disaster. I'm good with dates," Harry smirked though this wasn't necessarily true.

He just wanted to get a rise out of this arrogant, self-absorbed prat.

"Are you? How good? Keep it to the year. Civil Rights Act?"

"Do I sound American to you? I'm British," Harry said, his tone flat and there were giggles around him and Mr. Tanner glared at him in annoyance.

"Fine," he spat, "World War 1?"

"1914 to 1918."

"Korean War?"

"1959-1953."

"Napoleonic Wars?"

"1803-1815."

"Nanking Massacre?"

"1939."

"World War 2?"

"1939-1949."

"Ha! It started in '41," Mr. Tanner said, excitedly and Harry only looked at him, unimpressed.

"You sound way too excited. Are you that desperate to prove that I'm wrong? Listen. Your wanker country joined in '41. The British Empire started it September 1, 1939," Harry said, calmly and he glared at the table before turning glowing green eyes onto Mr. Tanner who looked shell shocked.

"I actually find it ironic that you asked me about wars and war crimes. Maybe you should've asked something a bit different…I know my fair share of war and terrorists because that's what I'd consider some of the partakers in those wards. I've made it my business to know when they happened," Harry said, mysteriously and stared out the window while Elena grinned at him, looking rather appreciative.

Stefan only looked contemplative as the rest of the class applauded.

0o0

The bell rang and Harry stood, eager to escape the stifling classroom and the watchful eyes of Elena and Mr. Tanner. He darted from the classroom, glad for the first time in his life that he was small. However, Elena quickly caught up and she stood on one side of him while Stefan stood next to her.

"How did you know all that stuff?"

"It was part of my…studies, back in England. I lost my parents and my godfather to a group of terrorists who were secretly trying to instigate war. I made it my business to know," Harry said, not intent on hiding anything since they were just Muggles anyway.

They wouldn't be able to make anything out of that. He looked over at Elena and was surprised to not see any pity. She looked like she was looking at a soul sister actually and it kind of creeped Harry out. She grabbed onto his arm and Harry looked at her in shock at his forwardness.

"I'm sorry. I lost my parents to a car accident four months ago. I'm the soul survivor," Elena said, softly.

"So am I. Their murderer tried to kill me. He didn't succeed. The authorities stopped him in time," Harry said, softly and Elena smiled and she clung to him.

Harry internally groaned.

It seemed like he had accidentally made a new best friend.

0o0

Harry cringed at the shrill sound of a whistle down on the football field. It was such a nice day outside and Elena had insisted that he wait for her until she finished cheerleading practice so that she could introduce him to her best friend, Bonnie. Hermione had encouraged him to make friends despite his protesting but in the end, he had yielded and now he was sitting on the bottom bleacher, watching the cheerleaders practice as the jocks ran up and down the field in football gear.

Harry didn't quite understand why their football was different from UK football. Apparently, football in the UK was called soccer here or so Elena said and now he had to get used to fact.

To him, their 'football' just looked like a sissy version of rugby.

"Nice job, nice job!" crowed a kid that Elena had deemed Matt Damon.

He was kind of cute, in that small town boy way but Harry couldn't see himself with him. He just wasn't…enough.

He was too boy-ish and not enough man for Harry.

"Mr. Lockwood! Is there anything you're good at? Because it isn't history, and it sure as hell isn't defending the ball!" Mr. Tanner roared like the great big git that he was and Harry wondered if every school had their own Greasy Git.

He felt a little bad for 'Mr. Lockwood'.

"Yes, Coach," Lockwood said.

Harry recognized him as the boy who had chucked a damn pigskin at his head.

Now, he suddenly didn't feel bad for him.

"Now! DO IT AGAIN!"

Lockwood jogged away and Harry looked up into the bleachers to see Stefan sitting there as fiddled with the lapis lazuli ring around his finger. Harry had noticed it when he first met him and he felt a little…wary for some strange reason. He shook his head and looked over at the cheerleaders.

"You're here," squealed a particular cheerleader with cocoa skin and two braided pigtails, one of either side of her head.

She hugged Elena, excitedly with a smile.

"Yup! I can't be sad girl forever," Elena said and she took a deep breath and gave her little-engine-that-could face that only made Harry snort, rather cynically at that.

"The only way to get things back to the way they were are to do things that were. Oh, and you're coming to dinner tonight," Elena said as the two began to stretch and Harry raised an eyebrow.

Were all American so commanding or was it just the next generation?

"I am?"

"You, me, and Stefan," Elena said just as the girl grimaced. "You have to give him a chance."

Harry briefly considered what other guys, like Ron, would give to see a bunch of pretty girls stretching in short shorts and tank tops. Luckily, he wasn't one of those guys and somehow, unconsciously, Elena had picked up on that fact.

"Tonight's no good. Have you seen Caroline? I've texted her like a hundred times," the African-American girl said, using 'Caroline' as a poor excuse and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Don't change the subject, Bonnie Bennett. You're going to be there."

So even the girl, who was thick enough to believe that they were 'BFFs' because of the death of their parents, saw through it.

"Fine!" Bonnie said though she couldn't seem to quite hide tiny smile while Elena shot her a triumphant smile and she looked up into the stand to smile at Harry.

"But, seriously, where is Caroline?" Bonnie asked and Harry wondered if Caroline was one of those over preppy girls that was always on time and wearing cute little dresses and such.

"I don't know. It's not like her. Try her again," Elena said as she took a sip of water.

Harry moved closer just as beautiful convertible car drove up with a beautiful guy and an…adequate blonde girl inside. Harry deduced that she was Caroline and he couldn't help but be drawn to the man in the car. He moved closer until he was only a couple feet away from the car but a ways from Elena and Bonnie.

The two began to kiss and Harry's eyes narrowed.

"That must be the mystery guy from the Grill," Bonnie said and Elena shook her head, disproving Bonnie's idea.

"That's not a mystery guy. That's Damon Salvatore," Elena said as Caroline pulled away from Damon and flounced out of the car in slutty shorts and a too tight t-shirt and Harry leaned forward.

"Salvatore," Harry said, his tongue wrapping around the word and caressing it, softly.

Damon looked up as if he had heard him and his eyes fell on him. Damon pressed his glasses down and observed Harry. Harry smirked at him and Damon gave him a smile that Harry could only describe as sexy and sly.

Elena and Bonnie seemed to have noticed but their vision was blocked as Caroline flounced up to them, looking rather smug.

"I got the other brother. Hope you don't mind."

"Not for long, honey," Harry muttered and he cocked an inviting eyebrow at Damon and Damon only smirked at him before backing up and driving away.

Harry grinned.

The trap was set.

0o0

Feeding off Caroline Forbes had been so incredibly easy. She had been incredibly easy with her insecurities and petty jealousy over Elena over someone like his brooding, human wannabe brother. Stefan wasn't even worth it.

And he had gone to the school, intent on trapping the girl that looked so very much like his trapped love. He had seen her first and she was truly beautiful and looked just like Katharine, almost to the point where it would've hurt if he had a shred of humanity left. It was pitiful that he didn't.

Not.

But, then…he had caught the scent on the slight wind and he had heard the soft, icy, and dark voice that went straight to his nether regions.

Damon was never picky about gender but the boy he had seen with emerald green eyes was striking and his blood had been so tempting and Damon couldn't wait to the drain the lithe boy. It would be his pleasure to do so.

He had heard Caroline bragging about him and the boy's response.

Previously, his life had been boring.

Blood.

Kill.

Sex.

Make Stefan's life miserable.

Shuffle.

Repeat.

And for the first time in a long time…Damon was intrigued.

:::

A/N: Hi all! I started a new story! I know I really shouldn't have but I can't stop. This just came to me while I was watching Vampire Diaries. I'm freaking addicted and it's killing me because previously I thought it was an awful show. Now I love it!