Ok, so maybe I didn't handle it in the best way, I mean what do you expect an eighteen year old boy to do when he finds out the wise old professor, that he had trusted since his introduction into the magical world, had planned his effective suicide since before his birth. It's a stressful situation that is bound to end, let's call it, less than gracefully for all parties.

Oh, your probably asking what I did and more importantly, who I am. Well, dear reader, I am Harry James Potter and I just died. Like actually, got hit with the 'killing curse'. Aptly named because it severs your souls hold on your body and your current plane of existence. In doing so it like all magic comes at a cost, this cost is usually ambiguous and almost definitely comes to bite you in a horrific and sometimes comedic way, for example, my killer and 'archenemy' Voldemort has not only severed my hold on this world, but his own by destroying his last foothold he has in this plane, the horcrux inside my head that was created the day he killed my parents, if you didn't think fate had a sense of humour until now, I understand.

But I digress, now that my whole reason for existing is complete I can rest in peace easy knowing that, 'I won, karma is a bitch and ill enjoy the satisfaction that your afterlife will be filled with misery and comeuppance for the people you've hurt!' I screamed in revelation at the prospect of his sorrow. Sorry had to get that off my chest, really hate the bastard.

Anywho, you might be asking, 'Harry, what is going to happen now? I mean, your dead, isn't your whole for existing complete. I don't get it why be in a story of all you did is live and die off screen.'

And to that I say, 'Zip it, smart ass, I'm getting to it. God have a little patience sometimes. Ok, truth is, I'm not alone here, in the afterlife, I have a friend... death. Nice guy once you get to know him, always down to eat junk food and talk shit. Drives an awesome car, '59 Cadillac Coupe DeVille. He even let me drive once. May have accidentally destroyed a solar system. Not ours of course. No, completely uninhabited... I hope, he still won't tell me. Anyway, spent a while with him until he met this guy in Chicago, shared a pizza and then and there decided not to destroy the place. Fair enough.

So when he decides to go back to work he have me a choice, move on or try and start anew in another world, try and be happy for once, says he owes me for offing Voldy but truth is I think he was just grateful that I chose to spend some time with him, a guy can get a bit lonely after billions of years doing nothing reaping souls, waiting for the day when he would have to ride out and destroy the world as part of his 'destiny'.

I, after much deliberation and forethought. "Which was actually thirty seconds of my brain going 'Do it . Do it. Do it." I decided to go to another world and try my hand at happiness.

And let me tell you, that was almost definitely a big mistake.

980 A.D.

Harald Mikaelson. That was the name given to by my new parents, Mikael and Esther. Mikael was a Viking warrior and Esther was a powerful witch that had moved to the new world in order to start a family and spread Viking culture out word. I had two older brothers, Finn, the eldest and let me tell you, he's a chip off the old block, total suck up, always vying for our parents approval. Then there is Elijah my preferred brother, while he makes a point to always be respectful to our mother and father, I can tell he cares more about his siblings than he does Mikael and Esther. I've been apart of this family for almost a year now, and let me tell you. Being a baby fucking blows!

My limbs are too weak to move, I can't speak because I've been trying to learn the language and because my body isn't strong enough to listen to me and all I can do is watch, wait and listen. I've picked enough old Norse to understand other people and have a decent enough idea what they are saying, and you would be surprised what people say in front of a baby when they think they can't understand you.

For example I know from listening to Mikael and Esther fight that Finn, Elijah and I had an older sister, Freya, who had passed away from an illness one winter when Mikael had been away to battle. As well as we would be getting another sibling in the months to come. I know I love my siblings as they do me, but I can't say the same for my new mother and father. They strike me the wrong way and it is something I have to remember, as well as be wary of. So for now I am going to sit here, wait... and maybe suckle on my thumb.

I hate this baby body.

982 A.D.

I am now three years old and am finally getting some control in my body, I started walking about a year and a half ago but I'm still weak. I had another brother last year to which Esther insisted the name Niklaus. I don't like how Mikael looks at Niklaus like there is something wrong with him. I don't know why but in the year that I've been a big brother I grown protective of my siblings and the the way Mikael mistrusts the one year old has made me start to keep an eye on the man I now call father. This requires more investigation. On a brighter side Esther is pregnant again. I know I was reborn into this family, but I already know. I will be with them and protect them forever.

990 A.D

Since we've last spoken I've become a brother to two more. Kol and Rebekah, Kol, the arrogant little shit is the youngest son of Mikael and Esther. Let me tell you, that kid is the single most impulsive and foolhardy bastard I've ever had the pleasure to be the brother of. The little twerp might annoy me, (kind of like Malfoy, but with less of a air of wealth and idiotic tendencies.) but I still love the brat. He has our mothers love of magic and knowledge as well as her vindictive streak. As well as our father's fearlessness and temper. Whereas Rebekah is our youngest sibling and dare I say it. My favourite. I know they are all my siblings and I love them all, don't get me wrong, but I can't help it. At 6 years old she has burrowed her way into my heart and is adamant about staying there saying, 'I'm the only person worthy of your love, brother.' How can you not find that adorable. But god help you if you anger her, because she will come full force and with no mercy. Like Kol did a few months ago, he still has the scars. Never before have I seen Mikael as proud of one of his children and never since. Still a piece of shit though.

Speaking of Mikael, he has been teaching Finn, Elijah and I the ways of the sword. I had barely used a sword in my past life except for the basilisk and the locket so I was ready to learn all I could from both him and Esther in the ways of coven and ancestral magic. I was was making good progress with both not disregarding my experiences of being Harry Potter and the skills I had picked up.

Klaus, as he liked to be called was never allowed to join us with swords despite being the age we were when we started. For whatever reason, Mikael would never allow it stating that, 'weakness is not a trait that can be honed.' I can tell all of us wanted to speak up for Klaus but we were all too afraid of Mikael. And much to my disappointment so was I. I may be mentally 28 but my body is still that of a child. What could I hope to do to a hardened warrior like Mikael.

So, it stayed like this for a while. The eight of us in, well I wouldn't call it harmony but, peaceful enough, it was not until 4 years later when we would finally add a new addition to our family in the form of our youngest and last member, Henrik. Unbeknownst to us that this would be the beginning of a thousand year story that would tear us apart more times than I can count. But one I won't regret a second of.

Ok, new story proper one this time no abandoning like before. I will complete this and/or die trying. Put in the comments who you would like Harry to be with, I'm sorry to say no slash, nothing against it but that's honestly the majority of what I see on TVDxHP so no. Anyway I'm pretty much fine with any. It can be Katherine, Elena, Rebekah, multi or anyone really.I probably won't reveal until a few chapters in so take your time.

'Till the next one

Potw