When Worlds Collide

by stardancer10

Lyra Potter was done sacrificing for a world that never gave a damn about her. She was done fighting for people that would not stand and fight for themselves or their children. Retiring and leaving the British enclaves she hoped to find peace and rest. Wishful thinking on her part when she arrives in Mystic Falls and steps right into the thick of things. (Female Harry Lyra)

1. Chapter 1

Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, or Harry Potter. The characters, plots, stories, and places of them belong to their creators and authors. This is a fanfiction crossover with Harry Potter and Vampire Diaries/The Originals. It includes a Female Harry and deviates from canon in both universes.

Spell fire shot across the courtyard and all around. The voices were drowned out as both sides faced off. They were stepping over and around the bodies of the fallen. They were dodging the rubble of the ruins, fallen portions of the infamous castle. War had been waging for decades, but here they were at the brink, at the very climax of the battle to end it all.

"Avada Kedavra!" - "Expelliarmus!"

The two spells shouted at the same time struck in a thunderous bang. The Dark Lord struggled to maintain control of the spell as he faced off against his young nemesis. Lyra Rose Potter had been a thorn in his side since before she was born. Lyra stared down the darkest wizard in history, her emerald eyes flashing in determination.

Lyra pushed harder, gritting her teeth. She had faced down and defeated death more times than she could count, but not again. This time she would not die, Voldemort would meet his end. They had all lost and sacrificed too much for anything else to happen.

Meeting his eyes, she saw the fear there. As her spell overpowered his, she could see the strain on the Elder Wand fighting against him in his hands. Just as her spell finally struck a blinding light burst around them. The vortex engulfed them completely from view of anyone else. Lyra watched in a daze as Voldemort fell and caught the elder wand in her hand.

As the wand touched her hand she screamed in agony as the full power of the Hallows engulfed her. The wand fused to her right hand as the Resurrection Stone appeared on top of it. Her Cloak appeared and shrank on top of that and then they were absorbed into her skin leaving the mark of the Hallows on the middle finger of her right hand. Something within her snapped and she felt a change within her, settling deep within her core and soul.

Lyra Potter fell to her knees sobbing as the vortex of light went out, leaving her beside the pile of ash that used to be the body of the Dark Lord. The courtyard around her was silent as she sobbed into her hands. The adrenaline keeping her going was dwindling and her grief was catching up with her.

Soon she was embraced by Ron and Hermione. The courtyard erupted in cheers as the Light had won. The followers of the Dark were rounded up and taken into custody. Lyra Potter had won and was the Girl Who Won. She was the Girl Who Lived. She was their hero and savior, their chosen one.

Lyra was led to a room near the Gryffindor Tower where she was put to bed after Hermione helped her clean up. Ron and Hermione went to spend time with the rest of the Weasleys allowing Lyra to sleep and heal. Madam Pomphrey stopped in to check on her and heal her wounds off and on throughout the night.

It was three days later that Lyra woke up from her magical healing sleep. She was alone in the room she was in, but her belongings had been brought to her. Looking around, she felt hollow and numb. She had survived, but so many people had died. She couldn't even cry, she was so shocked.

Below she could hear people cleaning up and beginning the repairs to the castle. The dead were being laid to rest and the general public was showing up in droves to help or in many cases, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lyra.

Lyra showered and dressed before calling Kreacher to pack her things and move them to Grimmauld Place. She instructed him to have all of her things gathered and packed immediately. Before he left, she instructed him to secure the wards of the Black and Potter properties and fortified them, blocking out anyone but herself.

"As the Mistress wishes," he replied, bowing lowly.

Lyra strapped her wand on her left wrist and made her way towards the Great Hall. Clenching her jaw, she tried to settle her fury, knowing that the masses would be there now that the fighting was done. She knew that she should try not to lose her temper, but quite frankly she had enough of the British Wizarding world at large.

Lyra heard the whispers as she descended the stairs. The cheers only served to fuel the fire of her anger. Where were all of these people when they left children to fight their war for them? She was trembling with rage by the time she had entered the Great Hall. Her friends could see her expression and knew from experience that she was almost ready to lose control

"Silence!" she shouted enraged. "I will not meet with those that were too cowardly to fight. I will not sign autographs. I will not answer your questions as I owe you nothing. Those of you that stuck your collective heads in the sand are cowards of the highest order and I'm ashamed of each and every one of you. You left children to fight your war for you!"

Her voice echoed through the halls, stunning everyone. They could feel her anger rolling off of her in waves as her hair crackled and sparked. Hermione and Ron rushed towards her but stopped when she lifted a hand to halt them.

"I will be leaving a detailed account with Minister Shacklebolt. I will leave my memories of the events that took place," she began. "However, I am done sacrificing for people that will not find the courage to fight. My family has sacrificed enough and shed enough blood. Whether it be the blood of my blood or the blood of my chosen family, we are done fighting for those that are so unwilling to fight for themselves."

Lyra nodded to Kingsley who approached her flanked by Ron and Hermione. She spun about face and walked out of the Great Hall. Stunned silence followed her words as the guilt and shame sunk in around them.

"Kingsley," she greeted tiredly in one of the rooms off the Entrance Hall. "I will be leaving you with the information that you need to hold the necessary trials and get things back up and running. I suggest you give every single person bearing the Dark Mark veritaserum. Give them all trials and bleed them of all information and punish them accordingly."

"Lyra!" Hermione chided, but clamped her mouth shut seeing Lyra's look.

"I cannot and will not fight another war," Lyra said tiredly. "I'm done fighting. I need time away. I'm exhausted and cannot stand to be around these people."

"Come on, mate," Ron interrupted. "Aren't you being too hard?"

"Do not for one minute think that everything is right between us," Lyra hissed. "You may have come back but you abandoned us. I've forgiven you more times than I can count Ronald, but right now I'm not sure that I can stand to even look at you."

"Lyra," Hermione said tearfully. "What are you saying?"

"I'm leaving," she whispered softly. "I cannot stay here, and I need to leave. I'm suffocating here. My magic is all over the place and I need to figure things out."

"You can't leave us!" Ron said harshly. "We need you!"

"I can't!" Lyra shouted with a sob. "I can't do this anymore, Ron!"

Kingsley swallowed thickly looking at the petite raven-haired teen. Her big emerald eyes were full of pain, pain that as a seasoned fighter he understood all too well. However, where he was an adult, she was only seventeen and had the weight of the world on her shoulders for far too long.

"I understand, Lyra." Kingsley gently replied. "I would ask that you remain in touch. I will accompany you from here to help you make the necessary arrangements."

"Where will you go?" Hermione cried.

Snorting in amusement, "Anywhere that is not a British holding." Lyra smirked.

The three friends hugged, unsure of what the future held. Hermione and Ron who had been dancing around one another for years acknowledged their mutual attraction, however after Ron's betrayal and abandonment, Lyra seriously doubted that they would work. She and Hermione had talked it over while they were on their own. Ron would have to prove himself, to both of them going forward. Both young women knew their worth, and they knew of their male friend's insecurities, but it did not excuse his behavior.

"Please keep in touch," Hermione begged.

"I promise that I will," Lyra assured her.

Kingsley and Lyra swiftly made their way out of the castle and towards the gates. They apparated at Gringotts where they were met with hostility. However, after Lyra explained what had happened and Griphook's betrayal, ruffled feathers were smoothed for a price of course. She had given them back Goblin made objects from her vaults to pay reparations for the damage and loss of the dragon. Ragnok implored her to not close her accounts, but rather take a debit and credit card linked to her accounts. Thus, she decided to leave her gold and money in her accounts but took all of the other possessions in them in a magically expanded bag that Kreacher popped away.

While there she took copies of her accounts, properties, and business holdings with her to look over. In the meantime, she told her account managers to invest in muggle technologies and look into the stock market. She thanked them for their time and allowed Kingsley to usher her toward the Ministry.

It would be a long time before all of the damage to their world was repaired, but they were already beginning the process of doing so. Kingsley led her to the lift and walked with her towards his office. Once there he checked for any bugs or breaches in security. Satisfied with their safety he tossed Floo Powder into the fireplace and called out for the MACUSA direct connection. He waited and then the American Magical President appeared in the fire wearily.

"Mr. President, I am Kingsley Shacklebolt, current interim British Minister for Magic," Kingsley boomed. "With me I have Lyra Potter."

"So the rumors are true," the man breathed. "The Dark Lord is defeated."

"The Dark Lord is dead and will remain so," Lyra answered him firmly.

"Miss Potter, on behalf of the United States of America thank you," he said. "I am Jonas Williams, Magical President of the US. How can I be of service to you?"

"Miss Potter needs to leave the British Enclaves," Kingsley said cautiously.

"Is Miss Potter in danger?" President Williams asked. "I can send over a team of Hit Wizards if necessary."

"I appreciate the offer," Kingsley smiled. "We may need assistance in rebuilding. However, Miss Potter has earned her retirement from the fight and now wants to find peace. She requests to be away from the British Enclaves. My first thought was our cousins across the pond."

"We would be honored to have Miss Potter on our shores," President Williams answered. "I can make the immediate arrangements for her to have MACUSA citizenship and clemency granted by the end of the day."

Lyra seemed to slump in relief. "Thank you," she said hoarsely. "I find that I will be in need of a change in scenery and a place to practice my magic away from prying eyes. Due to unforeseen circumstances, I find that my magic has expanded. There was a block on my magic that was unleashed with the death of the Dark Lord."

"I'm sorry, but did you say that your magic was dampened when you faced Lord Voldemort?" President Williams asked incredulously.

"Merlin," Kingsley breathed in horror. "Why didn't anyone tell us? Why did Dumbledore demand that you had to be the one to do it?" he demanded.

"You'll have to wait to ask his portrait," she replied in exhaustion. "I'll leave a copy of my memories which I would suggest sharing with the ICW so that we can try to prevent such things from ever happening again."

"Might I request to view them?" President Williams asked cautiously.

Lyra nodded and waved for Kingsley to get the pensive ready. President Williams stepped through the fireplace and into the room. She put her wand to her head and thought about everything that had happened. Drawing the memories, she placed them into the pensive and waited.

Kreacher brought refreshment for them while she waited. She sipped her tea and lost herself in her thoughts. Borrowing a quill and some parchment from Kingsley's desk she began writing out several lists of what needed to be done immediately. It was a few hours later that both President Williams and Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt emerged from the pensive looking grim and haunted.

"Lyra," Kingsley breathed. "I am so sorry, my dear. No one should have ever asked that of you. I will do everything in my power to ensure that you can live a life of peace."

"As will I, Miss Potter." President Williams said firmly. "We will make sure that you will live a life of your choosing and that what you have done is never forgotten."

"I just want peace," she said softly.

"I will have the necessary paperwork sent over this evening," President Williams said while heading towards the fireplace. "Kingsley, expect my firecall this evening."

Lyra leaned back against the chair and nodded to Kingsley in gratitude. "Thank you," she said.

"No, thank you, Lyra." Kingsley replied. "I will help you with whatever you need done. I can give you an international portkey for tomorrow evening."

"Brilliant," she grinned. "I flipped through my list of properties and found one in Virginia. Would you believe they have a town named Mystic Falls? Apparently, my mother's cousins emigrated there from Salem and we have an old plantation house there."

"I will have President Williams make a portkey to your property's boundaries." Kingsley said, jotting down notes of his own. "We have your banking situation squared away, your travel arrangements as well as citizenship is being arranged, as well as lodging. The only thing left is safety."

"I will be fine, Kings." she said in exasperation.

"Lyra, please take this seriously." he chided.

"I am!" Lyra said hotly. "I'm going to a small town in the US where no one knows me. I will be just Lyra Potter, a recent British transplant."

"As you wish," he conceded. "I'll stop by Grimmauld Place this evening with everything that you will need. Thank you again, Lyra."

Sensing her dismissal, Lyra made a copy of the memories in the pensive and handed them to Kingsley before taking the originals back. She handed him a stack of papers which he signed and had notarized summarizing the events that led up to the Final Battle.

"I hope that you find the peace that you seek," Kingsley called out as she was leaving.

Pausing at the door, she grinned at him. "Me too!"

The next twenty-four hours went by in a blur for Lyra. She spent the time packing and making arrangements for Kreacher to get her home in Mystic Falls ready. He had the main floor and the master bedroom upstairs prepared before her arrival.

President Williams had delivered on his end. She had full clemency and citizenship in the US. He made sure that several moving trucks were seen coming and going from her property as well as having the house and grounds ready. He also had a car arranged for her there, a gift from him.

Lyra had letters delivered to her friends before her departure. She knew that she was leaving them to deal with the aftermath, but she could not find it in herself to sacrifice anymore. Her parents made her promise to live her life for herself when she had met them. Her mother had dragged Dumbledore off by his beard at the platform on the Other Side while her father held her.

Both of her parents swore that they were proud of her and never wanted the life she had lived thus far for her. They made her swear that she would start living to find her own happiness. They told her that she did not owe anyone anything. It was her mother that encouraged her to leave the Enclaves. Her father reluctantly agreed, knowing that his fellow members of the British Enclaves had let his child down.

As she held onto the international portkey, she prayed that she would like her new life. Feeling the familiar tug behind her navel she held fast onto the portkey and gritted her teeth. Lyra felt herself spinning and spiraling endlessly through space. Closing her eyes, she braced herself as the spinning began to slow.

Lyra Potter landed with a thud on the ground behind what she found to be a garage. Groaning, she sat up and fought the nausea that swamped her. She stood on shaky legs and made her way around the garage towards the front door of the house.

Around her chest, she wore a crossbody bag that Hermione had spelled for her to be magically extended inside as well as weightless. Kreacher had brought most of her things to the international point for magical customs where her things were rushed through and delivered over the course of the past twenty-four hours.

Shoving her hand into her bag she rummaged for the keys. Looking out over the manicured lawn, she smiled softly. It really was beautiful here. Grabbing the keys, she unlocked the front doors and looked around the spacious foyer. Gleaming hardwood floors seemed to run throughout the house.

After taking a brief tour, Lyra called for Kreacher and asked him to find Winky and bring her there. Winky and Kreacher appeared a few moments later with a pop. Lyra asked Winky if she wanted to join her there and bonded with the female elf. Kreacher balked at first, but Lyra explained that she wanted him to visit each of her properties and inspect their state and report back. It would be his responsibility to ensure that her properties were in good condition.

The ancient elf seemed to draw himself up and puff out his chest at his assigned task. Winky was ecstatic to have a family once more. Lyra asked the elves to put up perimeter protection wards. Lyra made her way outside and traced her hand through the air bringing up protective wards around her home. Nothing meaning harm would be able to enter the grounds. She added both Black and Potter wards to the property but left it visible and accessible to Muggles for the time being.

Walking towards the garage she entered and found there to be a gorgeous looking car there. Seeing the note on the car she found a set of keys there and grinned. It was an Audi R8 and while she did not know much about cars, she knew that it was a very, very nice car.

Having grown up in the muggle world she knew the basics of driving. Both Sirius and the Weasley boys had taught her how to drive manual, however she would have to take some time to practice. Picking up the keys, she added them to the keychain that held her house key and unlocked the lovely car.

Adjusting her seat, she breathed in the new car smell. The soft leather was comfortable and supple. Turning over the engine her grin grew. Lyra hit the button for the garage opener and carefully backed out of the garage. As she drew near the gate, it swung open and she smiled, feeling the magic that charmed it to do so.

Lyra drove around, getting a feel for the car and made her way towards town. Stopping at the local grocery store, she climbed out of the car and made her way in grabbing a shopping trolley. Walking swiftly around the store, she grabbed enough to last her a while before heading to check out. Pulling out her wallet she swiped her card and smiled at the cashier.

She had politely answered the questions of the bubbly teen, realizing that the locals around were listening to their conversation. Yes, she was new, but she had inherited the property through her mother. Yes, she was living alone.

Behind her Carol Lockwood introduced herself, entering the conversation. She gave her a charming smile and introduced herself. Yes, she was Lyra Potter and had just moved into the Evans Plantation. Her mother was Lily Evans who had visited in the seventies, what a lovely coincidence.

By the time Lyra left her face hurt from the forced smile on her face and she all but fled to her car. She had been cornered into attending a tea at the Lockwood Mansion with Carol and some of the other founding families. As an Evans she was entitled to a seat on their town Council.

Lyra returned home and rested her forehead on the steering wheel. Drawing a breath, she cut off the engine and went to get the groceries, but found that Winky had already popped them in the house. What in the world was she supposed to wear for tea? While she had a few more days to figure it out, she was concerned that she needed to go shopping.

Grumbling to herself, she climbed the stairs and found that Winky had already unpacked everything. Sorting through her large walk-in closet, she found a tea length dress and sweater. She could wear a simple pair of flats with it and that was the best she could do.

Yawning hugely, Lyra dressed for bed and climbed into her large four poster bed. She was unfortunately plagued by nightmares and memories of death and war. It was a long and restless night. Come morning she was fatigued but knew that there was not much she could do for it.

Trudging down the stairs she found that Winky had a full English breakfast waiting for her. She had lost a significant amount of weight during her time on the run. Taking a nutrient potion with her breakfast, she ate as much as she could. Winky encouraged her to eat as much as she could, putting a preservation spell on the rest at Lyra's instruction. There was no sense in wasting the food, she could eat the rest the following morning.

Her morning was spent sorting through her businesses and stock portfolio. The Goblins had done well for her, so she would not be making many changes if any. She watched in fascination as the documents self-updated with new figures and grinned seeing the newest stocks and investments being made. Turning to her accounts, she found that those were also self-updating and growing.

She spent the next few days sorting through her family records and account information. Lyra was the main stockholder in several businesses throughout Wizarding Britain. Apparently, her family had helped most of the businesses get started and gave them the initial startup money. It became a very lucrative agreement and arrangement over the centuries. Her ancestors were absolute business geniuses. While they did not open many businesses of their own, they held enough clout behind others that they profited well.

Even though she knew that she would need to spend time exploring the new town around her, Lyra was currently focused on settling her affairs at her home first. The plantation was already starting to feel like home to her, like she had finally found her place. It was like what Hogwarts had once been for her and in such a short span of time.

While exploring the plantation she had found a box of her mother's things. There were photos of her mother and her family. She finally saw what her maternal grandparents looked like. From the Gringotts vaults a number of trunks with her parent's belongings had been found and she spent time going through those as well.

She was finally beginning to get a feel of who her parents were. Not from accounts of others, but in reading their own journals or sorting through their things. It was easy to see that her mother had a thirst for knowledge and love Charms and Potions. She had several books and journals on each topic.

Her father was a genius at Transfiguration. She read his notes and soaked up his thought process behind it. She would have loved to have been able to talk to him, to talk to them about these things, but finding them was a treasure for her. It was something tangible from them.

It was also where she had found letters from them to her. Attached was a necklace her father had given her mother. She found her Head of House Rings, all five of them. She was apparently the Lady of Houses Potter, Black, Perevell, Slytherin and Gryffindor. The rings merged and combined to one ring that she now wore on her right index finger.

Finally, the day of the tea at the Lockwoods came. Lyra sighed softly but knew that she would need to attend. While she would love nothing more than to hide away in her home, she knew that she needed to venture out into the town. She spent her morning doing basic chores to the horror of Winky.

After a light lunch, Lyra started getting ready for tea at the Lockwoods. Winky assisted her in pulling her hair back into a tasteful chignon at the nape of her neck. She applied light makeup to her eyes and lip gloss, otherwise leaving her face natural. Her dress was on with her cardigan, and she put on a simple necklace that she had found that had belonged to her mother. It was a necklace with a lily and a rose in gold and silver intertwined. It had been a gift from her father after her birth and something that she cherished.

Pulling the address into the GPS was simple enough after she read the manual. She drove, humming softly to the radio as she followed the directions. Pulling into a long gravel drive, she looked at the vast manicured lawns leading towards a very large mansion. Carefully she drove to the waiting valet and handed him her keys, exiting the vehicle.

Carol Lockwood greeted her with a cool smile. Lyra entered as the older woman stepped back and watched as she visibly relaxed and her smile became more genuine. Carol looped her arm through the younger woman's arm and led her through the house out back to the patio where tea was being hosted.

Several people looked up curiously at their appearance. Lyra smiled cautiously and allowed herself to be introduced to a number of people. There were a few people that when she shook their hands the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Damon Salvatore made her uneasy. He seemed to be a bit of a rake and rogue. Elijah Smith held himself as a nobleman would. He appeared far older than he was and though she was weary he seemed to have a flash of recognition in his eyes. She looked panicked for a moment, but he shook his head imperceptibly.

Carol excused herself for a moment and Elijah stepped beside her. "Miss Potter," he greeted with a small smile. "Imagine my surprise to find you of all people here in Mystic Falls."

"My mother's family has a home here," she replied carefully. "I moved here to take some time for myself and find a peaceful life. Somehow, you know who I am, and I now fear that I won't find the peace I am searching for.

"I give you my word that I will not reveal you." he told her urgently. "One such as you deserves peace. If you have need of me, please do not hesitate to call on me."

Lyra looked down and found a business card pressed into her hand. She looked at him in confusion and watched as a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Looking around she did not see anyone else paying attention. Whispering a privacy spell she looked up at him.

"How do you know me?" she asked in concern.

"Allow me to properly introduce myself," he said with a flourished bow and teasing grin. "Elijah Mikaelson, at your service Lady Potter. It is an honor to meet one such as you."

"Bloody Hell," she murmured, wide eyed. "An Original. The Universe hates me."

He laughed genuinely as she dropped the privacy spell. "As I said, my dear I mean no harm." offering his arm, she looped it through cautiously. "I must say your appearance here has certainly made things far more interesting."

"I don't suppose that you're the only supernatural being in town?" she asked hopefully.

"Unfortunately, not, love." he answered with a smirk.

"Bugger," she muttered, causing the ancient vampire beside her to chuckle softly.

"I have some associates of mine that I think would be delighted to make your acquaintance," he told her, raising his eyebrow.

"Witches or wiccans?" she asked. "The two are very different classes of magic."

"Wiccans," he murmured thoughtfully. "I do not doubt the differences in magic, but I still believe that they would want to meet you. You are well known worldwide. Your deeds and honor are bar none from what I've heard."

Lyra grimaced uncomfortably. "I didn't have much of a choice," she answered looking out over the property. "I never really did. From the time that my parents died up until a few days ago there was no other path or choice that I could take."

"And that, my dear, is where you are wrong." he told her earnestly. "Rather than taking the easy way out you chose to fight. You are a true warrior, little witch."

"There you are!" Carol said, coming beside the pair. "I wanted to introduce you both to some other members of the council."

Lyra met Carol's gaze and then Elijah's and smiled softly. "Please show us the way, Carol. You have such a beautiful home." Lyra told the older woman with a charming smile.

"Oh, thank you, dear." Carol blushed. "We take great pride in preserving our family's holdings."

"Family is important," Elijah nodded.

"Family is everything," Lyra whispered sadly. When Carol looked at her in question. "I'm an orphan ma'am. I also just lost several people close to me so I'm currently dealing with a great deal of grief. It is one of the main reasons that I moved here."

"I'm so sorry," Carol said, looking into the emerald eyes of the small teen in front of her. "If you need anything, dear please do not hesitate to reach out."

"Thank you," Lyra said softly, allowing Elijah to continue to escort her.

The rest of the afternoon passed by in a blur. Lyra bid Carol good evening as she went to wait for her car. As she stood in front, she heard Carol's son gushing about a car, her car to be exact just as it was pulled up in front of her. Several of the teens and other present gawked at her climbing into the vehicle. She chuckled under her breath at their reactions and drove away with an impish grin on her face.

Later that night Lyra soaked in her tub letting the tension drain away. Carol Lockwood was certainly a force to be reckoned with. Sighing softly, she let her mind drift. A little while later Winky popped in saying that there was someone waiting at the door to speak with her.

Lyra rinsed and climbed out of the tub. Walking swiftly through her room she peered down and found Elijah and two others waiting. Rolling her eyes, she turned and went to tug on yoga pains and a loose t-shirt. She pulled on a thick pair of socks and padded her way downstairs while running a brush through her long, curly black hair.

Opening the door, she found Elijah leaning against a pillar nearby with the two other gentlemen pacing anxiously. Elijah straightened as she opened the door and smiled at her warmly. She wasn't sure why he was being so open with her; the Originals weren't usually known to be so.

"Good evening, Miss Potter." he began. "I hope that we're not interrupting your evening by calling on you. I would like to introduce you to the Martins."

Lyra looked at him and the two others that were looking at her in shock. "If I invite you in, can I trust you?" she asked seriously.

"You have my word, Miss Potter," Elijah said firmly. "No harm shall come to you; you can trust me."

"Please come in gentlemen," she said, opening her door wider. "Please excuse the boxes, I'm still moving in. Perhaps we can sit in the den, I believe there is a fire going and I can have refreshment brought in."

Lyra led them through a set of French doors to the left where there was indeed a fire going. The room was large with wood paneling and wainscotting. There were several built-in bookcases that were filled with books of varying subjects. All of her magical books here in her room upstairs.

"Thank you," Elijah said, taking a seat nearby. "As I said this is Dr. Martin and his son Lucas. They are warlocks, they practice wiccan magic."

"Lovely to meet you," Lyra said, sitting in a large plush chair by the fire. "Winky! Could you please bring refreshment?"

There was a loud pop, startling the others in the room. They looked down in shock seeing the little creature pop into view with a tray of food and beverages. Winky bowed to Lyra and popped away, leaving the room in stunned silence.

"What was that?" Dr. Martin asked in shock.

"That was Winky," Lyra grinned. "She's a house-elf. A servant of my House or family."

"Interesting," Elijah murmured, his eyes sparkling. "I do not believe in all my thousand years that I have ever seen one."

"It is in their nature to remain hidden," Lyra answered. "Our society rarely reveals themselves to others, it is part of the Statue of Secrecy that was established during the time of the Magna Carta."

"Fascinating," he replied, sipping a steaming cup of tea. "I wish that our visit was simply for pleasure, little witch."

"I do not mean to be rude Elijah," she said softly. "But I just finished fighting a war just over a week ago after being on the run for a year and fighting to survive since I was an infant. I'm here to rest and recuperate. My magic, it is expanding alarmingly. There was a magical block of sorts that snapped with the death of the Dark Lord and now I'm relearning control, hence my isolation."

"Who would dare do such a thing?" Dr. Martin asked.

"It was an unexpected repercussion from the initial attack when he murdered my parents. His magic backfired on him when he tried to kill me as an infant but managed to block or muffle my own magic." she told them cautiously.

"Forgive me, Miss Potter." Elijah said formally. "I was unaware."

"But we need her help," Lucas blurted out. "We need to get Greta back and stop Klaus."

Elijah closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Dr. Martin looked both livid and embarrassed at his son's outburst. Lyra closed her eyes and swallowed thickly. So much for peace, she thought bitterly.

"Please, forgive my son," Dr. Martin said urgently. "We find ourselves in a bit of a situation. My daughter Greta is with Klaus who has found the doppelganger living here in Mystic Falls. He intends to break his curse."

"I fail to see what it is that I can do to help you," was her quiet reply.

"My brother has taken my family and tossed them in the sea," Elijah said thickly. "They are gone forever. I would like to put him down. In doing so Greta Martin would be free."

"I can perhaps do a locating spell for your siblings," she offered, waving off their rebuttal. "My magic is different from wiccan magic, stronger and more potent. I do not rely on nature or spirits to practice. I am magic, it is within me. I do, however, have a question. How do you know that she is not there willingly?"

"She would never!" Dr. Martin denied.

"Please hear me out?" she cajoled. "From what you've explained, I have a feeling that she is there of her own accord. If that is the case, there is not much that you can do to make her leave. You not only risk his retaliation, but hers as well."

"Please," he whispered softly. "She's my daughter."

Sighing she turned to look back at the flames. She could not in good conscience not help them. Manipulative vampires, buggering hell of course he knew that she would help him. As if sensing her training of thought he dipped his head towards her.

"I do not want to get caught in the middle of this," she told them firmly. "However, let me get my things and we can do a few locating spells before you leave."

Lyra left the room and went upstairs. She put her brush on her vanity and walked towards the bookcase holding several texts. Selecting a few of them as well as an athame, crystals, and candles, she made her way back downstairs. Calling for Winky to get the enchanted parchments and bring them, she reentered the room to find the males talking quietly among themselves.

"Right," she said, coming towards the coffee table. "Let's get this done and see what we can find."

Flipping through the texts, she found the spell that she was looking for. Taking that athame, she nicked Dr. Martin's thumb and cast her spell. On a piece of parchment his name appeared and then that of his children. Then their locations were spelled out, written by the magic properties of the spell in his blood. He breathed deeply seeing that his daughter was in New York at the moment.

"I would assume that because she is there, that Klaus is there as well." Lyra said softly. "Now your turn, Elijah."

Handing him the athame, he drew it across his palm letting the blood drip until the wound sealed. Her spell was more complex this time as they were no longer living. However, the names began appearing on a fresh piece of parchment, all of them. Elijah drew a startled breath seeing his father's name in North Carolina in a cemetery. His siblings and surprisingly his mother's name were in New York with Klaus. He lied! Niklaus had lied to him!

"How did you do that?" Lucas asked excitedly. "We've been trying for months to find them!"

"I have a different kind of magic," she replied with a tired grin.

"This changes the plan," Elijah said, drawing their attention. "I believe that we first need to take care of my father and then contact Niklaus."

"What exactly would that entail?" Lyra asked, sensing the apprehension that Elijah was feeling.

"He has hunted us for one thousand years," he admitted tiredly. "He and our mother turned us into what we are and then regretted the consequences and he has spent all this time hunting us. He has with him a weapon that can kill us. I do not know where it is."

"Are you all staying nearby?" she asked.

"The Martins have an apartment in town," he replied, looking at her curiously. "I have been staying at a local bed and breakfast."

"I have plenty of room," she offered. "No other vampire could access this location. It is also spelled so that any wishing harm cannot enter the property."

The males discussed the situation before Elijah agreed to take her offer. They made their way to the door, thanking her and bidding her goodnight. The Martins walked out to their car, but Lyra held Elijah back. She wasn't sure why but she was willing to help him. Her magic trusted him and she felt a strange familial pull towards him.

"I can help you find the weapon," she whispered to him, watching the Martins drive away. "If you bring me something of his or something made from the same material I can find the weapon."

"Why would you help?" he asked in confusion.

"No one runs from someone that is harmless for one thousand years." she replied, looking him in the eye. "Something tells me that Mikael was not a nice man and an even worse vampire."

Elijah clenched his jaw and looked away. "Every one of us feared him as human and more so as vampires," he admitted. "I'll be back within the hour with my things. I'll bring what you've asked for."

Lyra watched him blur away into the night and drew a deep cleansing breath. Mikael apparently had terrorized his family. Having known similar fears, she would not allow him to continue to do so. She could not condemn an entire species, not after knowing Remus or even Sanguini. Both had shown her that there were those that were good and productive people regardless of their species.

She reentered the den and walked towards the parchment. Looking down she looked at the names sadly. How horrible it must be to fear one's own parents, she thought. She feared her aunt and uncle, but at least she knew that her parents had loved her.

Standing before the fire staring at the flames, she lost herself in her thoughts. A gust of wind drew her attention and she whirled around wand drawn only to find Elijah there staring at her wide-eyed with his hands out. Seeing him, she dropped her hand and stored her wand in the holster once more.

"Forgive me for startling you, Lyra," he said sincerely. "I must say it has been a long time since anyone has shown such quick reflexes."

"War tends to do that," she replied blandly.

"That it does," he nodded in agreement.

Elijah held out his hand to her. She reached out and took a small, whittled figurine from his hand. It was old, very old. It was worn from being held over the years and she could tell that it meant a great deal to him.

"My father made that for our youngest brother, Henrik." he said softly. "It is made of white oak."

Lyra nodded, knowing the story of the Original family. Henrik's death was the catalyst for their changing and the cursing of Klaus. Wand-wielding witches and wizards knew the story well and condemned the parents for their actions. However, with the power of the Originals chose to not get involved.

However, seeing this man, this noble and honorable man sitting so quietly, lost in his memories and grief, she knew that she needed to help him. Flipping through her texts she found the spell that she was looking for. Flicking her wrist, her Holly wand appeared, but it didn't feel right. Looking down at her wand in confusion, she stored it back in the holster and felt her right hand reach out.

Glancing down at the now glowing mark of the Hallows on her hand, she felt out for the magic. Closing her eyes, she murmured the incantation and willed the magic to work. She felt a warm thrum in her hand, coursing through her body. Even when she heard the sharp inhale of Elijah as she was casting her spell.

Lyra opened her eyes and grinned down at the parchment in front of her. Before her were a number of locations and coordinates that were listed. Looking over at Elijah she smiled brightly at him and handed him the parchment.

"It looks like the Wickery Bridge and Bridge Sign in town are made from White Oak," she told him. "I would suggest those be your first target as they are the closest."

"How?" he asked in shock.

"I'm not sure," she answered. "There are a number of other locations that I would suggest looking into immediately."

"Thank you, Lyra," he said sincerely. "You have my eternal gratitude."

"Having known the fear you spoke of regarding your father, it was the only thing that I could do." she replied.

"What do you mean?" he asked sharply.

"Let me tell you a little about my own story," she said softly.

And so, she did. Lyra and Elijah stayed up most of the night talking about her life. From the prophecy to the final fall of the Dark Lord, she told him everything. Lyra left nothing out. Elijah held her at times, soothing her and consoling her. She trembled when she spoke of her treatment from her family. Her heart broke as she spoke of how she was treated at school and by the British Wizarding World at large.

Elijah listened in silent fury as she told him everything. He respected her for her achievements, but she was barely more than a child and had gone through so much. That those that were meant to protect her did not was something that he found himself struggling to maintain his control over. For all their violent and often brutal ways, most Vikings cherished children.

She was so small and fragile. Despite being a full-grown young woman, she barely reached the center of his chest in height. As he held her, he realized that she weighed next to nothing, and he could feel her ribs. It was in that instant that he swore to look after her. She needed someone to look after her and put her first, to protect her.

Lyra realized that Elijah was holding her and murmuring to her in another language. He smoothed her hair down her back and held her to his chest. His deep, cultured voice soothed her, and she found herself drifting. She fought to remain awake but lost the fight and felt herself being lifted and carried up to her room.

Elijah tucked her into her bed and went back downstairs. He took a picture of the coordinates and the list of names and locations and sent it to Klaus. It was time to reconcile with his brother. He did not have to wait long for a reaction.

"What the bloody Hell are you playing at, Elijah!" Klaus demanded on the phone. "Where did you get this information?"

"I have recently made the acquaintance of a very powerful ally." Elijah replied tiredly. "Brother, let us take care of the White Oak and Mikael and be a family once more. The doppelganger is here in Mystic Falls."

"What did you just say to me?" his brother whispered.

"She is human," Elijah replied. "I have a pair of witches, the Martins that want their Greta back. In return we will help you break your curse. However, we need to get rid of the white oak and Mikael first, Klaus."

"And what does this mighty ally of yours want in return?" Klaus asked snarkily.

"She has asked for nothing," Elijah said tersely. "Her own story is worse than ours, worse than yours, and despite that she offered to help."

"What do you mean?" was the intrigued question.

"What do you know of the British enclaves?" Elijah asked.

"What does a bloody magical war have to do with anything?" Klaus burst in frustrated impatience.

"It has everything to do with it," Elijah said firmly. "Calm yourself, Niklaus. I met Lyra Potter and she is the one to perform the magic, giving us the answers that we need."

"You expect me to believe that Lyra Potter wants to help us? Vampires?" Klaus chuckled at the absurdity. "Surely you're joking brother."

"I assure you Niklaus, that I am being completely serious with you." Elijah told him. "And when all of this is done, I'm taking the next available flight to England and hunting down her relatives who made her live in a bloody cupboard under the stairs for ten years!" Elijah roared into the phone.

"Elijah!" Klaus shouted in surprise. "What the bloody hell are you talking about?"

"What we experienced at the hands of Mikael is a cakewalk compared to her own life, brother." Elijah sighed in frustration. "She is damnably small and fragile, Klaus. She weighs next to nothing and when I carried her to her room after she fell asleep, I could feel each of her ribs protruding. She's covered in scars and her eyes are so haunted. There is so much pain, Klaus."

"Are you in love with the chit?" Klaus asked in surprise.

"Of course, I'm not," Elijah gritted out. "However, I do feel protective of the girl. She's only seventeen and has no one. She has no family."

Elijah waited and heard the sigh on the other end of the phone. "Love is a weakness brother," Klaus cautioned.

"Family is power, Niklaus." Elijah told him. "Love can be the greatest power in the world. I gave you the information that I had to help you break your curse. I have always been loyal to this family, Klaus. I never betrayed you to Katerina. She is also here in Mystic Falls and will be detained as soon as possible. I think it fitting that she be used as the vampire in the ritual that she ran from."

"My my my," Klaus teased. "Look at you big brother. Very well, we have a deal. I'll be there with the others as soon as possible. From there we can go take care of Mikael. On my way to Mystic Falls I will track down the white oak that I can."

"In the meantime, I will burn the bridge and sign," Elijah replied. "I'll see you soon, brother."

Elijah listened to Lyra's breathing pick up and her heart rate sped up. He could hear her tossing and turning in her sleep. He stood from the chair as he heard her begin whimpering in her sleep and he sped up the stairs to her room. Walking towards the bed he sat on the edge and put his hands on her temples.

What he saw before him made his stomach turn. Vampires did not get sick, but his stomach was clenching in nausea at her memories. She was reliving her battles. The smell of blood and spellfire was heavy in the air. The heavy scent of ozone picked up as the wards around the castle fell and he watched in horror as children and a ragtag group were standing against the dark forces. He felt his fury build as he watched children slaughtered and butchered with little regard.

Oh yes, he and his siblings would be paying a visit to the British Enclaves in the very near future. It was time to remind them of their Oaths to the Originals. They had been there at the signing of the Statue of Secrecy and helped to implement peace with the mundanes. As titled Lords and Ladies they had the clout and influence over the crown to save the magical peoples in Britain. As such similar laws were passed worldwide.

He used his powers and drew upon his own memories, searching for a peaceful place for her. He settled on the nearby falls of Mystic Falls. His memory was from his human days when things were so much more simple. He showed her around the village and life as it was way back then.

"Where are we?" she asked softly, basking in the sun near the falls.

"We are in what is now known as Mystic Falls from when I was still human. We are at the falls." he replied quietly. "Rest now, Lyra. Your dreams will no longer be troubled this night."

Elijah sat back and once he was sure that she was settled made his way down the hall. Cautiously he called for Winky and tried not to jump when she popped into place. She led him to one of the guest rooms that had been setup. His things were already there. He thanked her and watched with a bemused smile as she popped away.

Looking out at the still dark of the early morning hours, he reached into his pocket. Making sure that he had his wallet he went to the nearest gas station outside of town and bought several gas jugs and filled them. Before he left, he compelled the worker and erased himself off of the camera. Paying in cash he compelled the worker to not remember him and left.

Pulling his car across the bridge he worked quickly. Ripping the sign from the ground he doused it in gasoline and lit a match. He went to the underside of the bridge and observed the wood planking underneath. It took some time, but he was able to pry up some of the pavement above to access the wood from there and began pouring gasoline over it. Taking just one piece of wood in the event that they could not find Mikael's weapon, Elijah set about destroying the rest of it. Working diligently, he had finally soaked all of the wood in gas. With the strike of a match, he stepped back and watched the entire bridge go up in flames.

He drove his car down a sideroad and parked it before returning to make sure that the bridge and all of the wood was fully destroyed. None of the wood had survived. With that knowledge, he blurred back to his car and quickly drove to Lyra's house. He parked in front of the garage and entered the house to find that Lyra was now awake and, in the kitchen, eating breakfast.

Taking off his jacket he met her gaze with a smirk and a shrug. He knew that she could smell the gasoline and smoke. Excusing himself he went upstairs to freshen up before he returned to join her for a cup of coffee and something to eat. It had been a long time since he had a full English breakfast.

"Happy hunting?" Lyra asked with a smirk of her own.

"The bridge and sign have been dealt with," he replied, sipping his coffee. "I reached out to Niklaus, and he has agreed to work with me to end the threat of our father."

"You helped me sleep last night, didn't you?" she asked.

"I did not mean to intrude or overstep," he replied. "I merely sought to assist you."

"I appreciate it," she smiled. "It's the most sleep that I've had in longer than I can remember."

They fell into companionable silence as they finished their breakfast. Lyra excused herself and went to get ready for the day. She dressed in a simple peasant skirt and blouse over a camisole as she was simply more used to the school uniform that she had worn every day for seven years. Her hair was pulled back into a simple plait down her back, and she wore a simple pair of black flats. Her only jewelry was the necklace she rarely took off from her mother and a simple pair of enchanted diamond stud earrings.

"What is on the agenda for the day?" Lyra asked, walking into the den.

Elijah looked up and smiled at her entrance. "I thought a relaxing day doing nothing was in order," he teased.

His phone pinged and he looked down. Seeing his brother's reply to his earlier message that the bridge and sign were gone he breathed deeply. Klaus was on the move with Greta and the coffins containing their family. They would be arriving in Mystic Falls in the next few days. Klaus intended to stop in two locations on the way because they were where the coordinates for the white oak led him.

"It would appear that my brother will be arriving in town in the near future." he replied drolly. "I think perhaps that it would be prudent if I begin searching for a property to house my entire family. It would be rude and dangerous for us to impose on your hospitality."

"I certainly have the space," she said softly. "However, if you feel it necessary then I trust your judgement. You know your family better than anyone."

"Perhaps I will see if there is a nearby property to be owned," he murmured, pulling out his phone.

Lyra watched as he excused himself and curled up by the fire with a book. She lost herself into the world of Tolkein as the day wore on. She heard Elijah moving about the house and taking several business calls. Winky brought lunch to her and left her with her book. She spent several hours reading before setting down her book and heading to the kitchen.

As a child she had been forced to do chores and work long hours. Because of this, she found that it was hard for her to sit idle for long periods of time. Flitting about the kitchen she shooed Winkey and started to pull out the ingredients to bake muffins. Once everything was minx and put into the trays to bake, Winky all but forced her from the kitchen.

Giggling softly, Lyra climbed the stairs to change into something more casual and comfortable. Pulling on a pair of leggings and an old t-shirt, she grabbed a pair of socks and her beat up trainers to head outside. It was time to get some much-needed sun.

Lyra went out the door off the kitchen to the small herb garden nearby. She grabbed a pair of gardening gloves from the garage and a watering can before heading back to her task. Lyra loved gardening, it was one task that she found soothing and comforting. Humming softly to herself she carefully tended the herbs she had there. There were herbs for cooking, herbs for healing, herbs for potions and so much more.

Behind the garage not far from where she had portkeyed in, there was a vegetable garden growing. She grinned and she dusted off her knees and made her way towards the small fenced in garden. Stepping into the enclosure, she walked through looking at the different vegetables growing.

Lyra spent the next few hours outside on the grounds of her property. She walked along the various gardens and areas where there were small seating arrangements or gazebos set up. Looking around she saw that there was a place that she would love to have a small orchard grown and made a mental note to look into the requirements for such a thing later.

All in all, Lyra adored the plantation. She felt peace settling in her soul. At the same time however, she felt that something big was coming and there was nothing that she could do to stop it. Sighing to herself, she realized that she had a bit of a walk to get back to the house. Sure, she could apparate, but it felt good to stretch her legs a bit.

Along her walk and exploration, she had begun collecting some of the flowers to put in a bouquet on the table. Most of them she did not recognize as they seemed to be native to the US, but she adored the bright colors and fragrant scents of them. Bringing the flowers up to her face she closed her eyes and breathed in the sweet floral scent. What she did not realize is that she was being observed from the woods along the edge of the property.

Lyra hummed to herself as she walked to the house, smiling up at the sun. In the United Kingdom it rained quite a bit and was overcast a lot as well. Sunny days were a luxury and a treasure. The weather was a bit warmer than she was used to, but even this she loved. The Scottish Highlands were often unforgiving and brutal. It was a nice change in her opinion.

Winky greeted her in the kitchen as did Elijah who smiled at her gently. Winky took the flowers from her and immediately put them in a vase with water on the table in the nook of the kitchen. With it being just Elijah and Lyra, they opted to eat in the nook in the kitchen rather than the formal dining room.

The following days seemed to go by in a blur. Elijah had bought an adjoining property and had already begun the preparations for his family's arrival. Lyra contacted MACUSA regarding the current situation in Mystic Falls. The President was appalled to learn of the presence of the supernaturals in the area, but trusted Lyra to be able to handle the situation. He assured her that he would not interfere, especially with it pertaining to the Originals.

Lyra was bustling in the kitchen getting together some brunch when there was a knock on the front door. Elijah had stepped out earlier that morning to oversee the construction and renovation on the home that he had purchased for their family. Lyra made sure that her wand was on her wrist and cautiously made her way to the door.

Opening the door, she was stunned to find a sandy blonde-haired man leaning against the door frame with a dimpled smile. Swallowing thickly, she looked to see the SUV and the large moving truck parked near the garage. Then it clicked, this must be Elijah's brother Klaus!

"Greetings, love." Klaus teased with a smile. "You must be Miss Potter. I must say that when Elijah mentioned he had made your acquaintance I was shocked. Most witches do not associate with vampires."

"Yes, I'm Lyra Potter," she replied softly. "You must be Klaus? As for associating with people, I try to get to know the person before passing judgment. One of my pseudo uncles was a werewolf and he was one of the best men I've ever known."

"Really now, sweetheart?" he grinned. "Would you happen to know where I might find my brother?"

"He left earlier to check on the renovations on the home he purchased for your family," she replied. "If I were to invite you in, can I trust you?" she asked, her green eyes looking into his blue.

Klaus looked down at the small young woman and recognized everything that his brother had told him about her. He too found himself feeling protective of the petite girl. He recognized and could empathize with the pain he saw in her eyes. Here was a kindred soul, but he found that perhaps she had faced more than he and his family combined.

"Aye, love." he replied, earnestly. "You can trust me. No harm will come to you from the Mikaelsons, you have my word."

"Then please come in," she said, opening the door wider. "I was just putting together a bit of brunch and tea. Would you like some?"

"I'd love some," he smiled at her. "You have a lovely home, Lyra."

"Thank you. It's starting to feel like home." came her answer.

The pair sat in the nook eating a light brunch and drinking some breakfast tea. Klaus found himself charmed by the young woman. He could see a lot of himself and his sister Rebeka in the girl. And damned if he wasn't going to break one of his many rules and care for her, but there was something about this young woman. Elijah was right, there was a familial pull there.

"I do not mean to pry," he told her honestly. "But I had my contacts dig up some information regarding you." Seeing her guarded look, he quickly continued. "My information confirms that the war with the Dark Lord is done and you, love, defeated him. There were heavy losses on both sides. War does things to people, Lyra. I know that the war you fought is different from the ones that I and my siblings have seen, but if you need to talk. We can relate."

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise," Elijah drawled from the hallway, staring at Klaus with piercing eyes. "However, Niklaus is right, Lyra. If you need anything we would be happy to help."

"I've already started dealing with things," Lyra acknowledged. "I made arrangements with Gringotts and reparations with them. There is going to be a lot of rebuilding to be done, but I could not stay. Perhaps it was cowardly to walk away, but I just needed to get away."

"Of course, you did, love." Klaus assured her. "It should have never been your war to fight. That those imbeciles had children fight their war is unacceptable!"

"One of the many reasons why I left." she snorted. "I could not stomach being around the sheep any longer. Almost two entire generations were wiped out because of that war. All because of propaganda and fear. Rather than standing and fighting many hid and went along with things. I could not in good conscience stay there."

"Easy, Lyra." Elijah said, coming to stand beside her. "We understand. No one can fault you for taking your leave of the British Enclaves."

"Oh, there's plenty of blame," Lyra pinched the bridge of her nose. "MACUSA has been fielding my mail and the Howlers for weeks now. I'm definitely being blamed for leaving and not staying to clean up their messes."

Klaus growled lowly and his brother too bit back a snarl. They and their siblings would definitely be taking a trip to Britain in the near future. As soon as the threat of Mikael and the breaking of Nikalus's curse was taken care of. They had already been discussing those travel plans off and on for the past few days. Elijah had filled Kluas in on everything that Lyra had told him, and he was in full agreement. There would be a reckoning.

"Elijah mentioned that there is a curse that you're trying to break," Lyra's soft voice interrupted their thoughts. "If you can explain it to me perhaps, I can help, find a way to break it."

Klaus and Elijah looked at one another in a silent conversation. Puffing out a breath, Klaus in a gruff voice told her everything. From the death of Henrik to their turning, he explained the curse and what was needed to break it.

Lyra went up the stairs to her private library and found that the Mikaelson brothers had followed her. She began pulling texts from the shelfs and flipping through the large tomes. Both men looked at the moving pictures in fascination and wonder. They too began to look through the books searching through her library to see if they could find anything.

"I have a friend that is a Curse Breaker," she told Klaus cautiously. "He works for Gringotts, but I could ask him what his thoughts are?"

"A Curse Breaker?" Klaus asked intrigued. "Can you elaborate, love?"

"A Curse Breaker is pretty much exactly what it sounds like," she answered with a smile. "Bill has been a Curse Breaker with Gringotts for years. It involves a high level of skill in various areas of magic. They use their knowledge and skill to open ancient tombs and break curses on objects, places, and people."

"What is Gringotts? You've mentioned it several times." Elijah inquired.

"Gringotts is a wizarding bank that is run by Goblins," she grinned. "It is said to be the safest place on earth and impenetrable. However, you're looking at one of the only people to have broken into the bank. We escaped on the back of a dragon." she laughed at their incredulous looks.

"Winky!" she called, with her eyes sparkling brightly with mischief. "Please bring my pensive."

Winky popped in and placed the stone basin on the worktable in the center of the room. Klaus stared in shock which caused his brother and Lyra to chuckle at his expression. She flicked her wrist and her wand appeared in her left hand. Closing her eyes, she drew the memories from her mind. She thought of everything to do with the war and what she knew. It was cathartic and relieving to have the memories muffled as they were in the basin and not in her mind.

"What the bloody Hell was that?" Klaus asked in shock. "And what is a pensive?"

"Winky is my house elf, a servant of my House." Lyra smiled at him. "A pensive is a magical object that allows others to share and view memories. I've placed mine in here of the war and what I've been through."

"You don't need to do this, Lyra." Elijah whispered beside her.

"Having them in the pensive allows them to not reside in the forefront of my mind," she sighed. "It is a relief, albeit a brief one. A slight reprieve from the onslaught."

"How does it work?" Klaus asked, looking down at the basin.

"Lean into the basin," she said, looking away. "You'll be drawn into my memories. You will see and feel things that I experienced. When they are done you will be cast out."

She watched with sad, tired eyes as the ancient beings leaned in and disappeared from view. Sighing, she went to the fireplace in the room and tossed in Floo Powder calling for Bill. She talked to him in soft, hushed tones about what she knew of Klaus' curse. He offered to look into it and get back to her.

Climbing from the hearth, she sat in one of the large plush chairs and curled up with a few of the ancient tomes that referred to curses and ritualistic magic. A few hours later two very livid Originals came back into view. She watched as they paced like caged animals.

"How?" Klaus gritted out, tugging at his hair in frustration. "What the bloody Hell is wrong with the British Enclaves? You're barely an adult and they made you shoulder their burdens, love!"

"Niklaus!" Elijah said tersely. "Perhaps we should relieve our aggressions and anger on the demolition of our nearby residence?"

"Excellent idea, brother." Klaus said, dropping a kiss on the top of Lyra's head. "Sit tight, love. We'll be back later."

Lyra blinked in shock and confusion and watched as they blurred out of the house. Kreacher popped in a short while later with a report on the state of two of her properties in Europe. Apparently, she had a Villa in Italy and a Chateau in France, both with fully functional vineyards on them. She made a good amount of money from the profits on those properties, and they were in good condition.

Sighing softly to herself, she felt a pang of sadness to know that Potter Manor on the outskirts of Carlisle, England was in ruins. Kreacher had instructions to rebuild the manor with the plans from her vaults at Gringotts and to have the Goblins oversee the wards. He popped away with a demented looking smile having work to do for his Mistress.

Lyra went downstairs and entered the kitchen to put together something to eat for dinner. She had lost track of time and missed tea. Pulling out pots and pans she began to brown some ground beef to make with some red sauce and pasta. She poured two boxes of pasta into a large stock pot and grabbed some fresh vegetables to add to the sauce.

There was no sense of time for Lyra when she cooked. She lost herself to the simple enjoyment of putting together a meal that she hoped to share with the Mikaelson brothers when or if they returned. Turning, she bit back a scream to find the brothers sitting in the nook watching her carefully. Their outfits had been changed and they appeared to have showered.

"We are going to wake up our siblings," Klaus said suddenly. "Our home is nearly ready, but I think that we may need them to deal with Mikael."

Lyra nodded, stirring the sauce. Her mind thought of the different possibilities. "If you think it best," she murmured. "If you want to make sure that he and your mother are dead and stay that way I will need to go with you."

"Why?" Elijah asked.

Lyra closed her eyes and sighed. Turning off the burners and straining the pasta, she searched for the right explanation. Mixing the pasta with the meat and sauce, Lyra chuckled when Winky shooed her to the table in a huff.

"There's a reason, several in fact, that I am offering my assistance." Lyra told them as she took a seat on the bench in the nook. "Because of this mark here, and the meaning behind it, I am considered the Master of Death. I can control Death because I control and own the Hallows."

"We saw that in your memories, but what does that mean, love?" Klaus asked.

"What that means," Lyra said tiredly. "Is that I can make sure that someone stays dead, or I can bring them back."

"So, you will make sure that our parents stay dead?" Klaus asked softly.

"Yes," she replied. "I will make sure that your parents cannot come back."

Before they could continue their conversation, Winky brought over plates full of food. Wine was brought to the table as well as salad and bread. They ate quietly, pondering over Lyra's admission and what it meant. Elijah paused and put his fork down and looked at Lyra in concern.

"Does this mean that you're immortal?" he breathed.

"I am almost certain that it does," Lyra shrugged. "I've died at least twice now and had several near-death experiences. My body absorbed the Hallows and merged with my magical core. I am the Hallows now."

"What does that mean for you, love?" Klaus asked in concern.

"Honestly, I haven't a clue." she chuckled bitterly. "I've never really thought past surviving the next fight. I never thought that I would survive the Final Battle. I'm still learning to really live at this point."

"Where do you want to go?" Klaus asked excitedly. "Anywhere in the world you want to go?"

"I've never been to the beach," she answered with a grin. "Perhaps somewhere tropical."

"When all of this is done, we'll take you somewhere, anywhere you want." Klaus promised, causing his brother to look at him in surprise before nodding in agreement.

"He's right, Lyra." Elijah said with a smile. "If there is anywhere you want to go, we can take you there."

"Let's just get through the next few things first and then we shall see," she replied with a smile.

"Right, well I suggest that we wake our siblings after dinner," Elijah suggested. "We can make sure that they're well fed and prepared for what is to come. Perhaps you can assist us in assimilating them."

Lyra laughed with sparkling emerald eyes. "I have been away from the non-magical world for the better part of seven years!," she giggled. "I don't know much about living as a non-magical at this point. However, I will help where I can."

"Is the magical world so very different?" Klaus asked, curiously.

"For starters, the fashion and customs are roughly a century if not two behind the modern non-magical culture," she began. "There are no electronics, magic tends to short out all things electrical. Gas lighting or torches are used. There are just so many differences."

"I see," Elijah said slowly. "I think that I am beginning to understand."

They finished their meal moving on to lighter topics. The Mikaelson brothers took time to explain things to Lyra and she in turn told them more about her world. Both brothers were silently thinking that Kol was going to overwhelm the poor girl.

Lyra went upstairs to her magical library to consult her books to see if there was anything else she could find about the curse or ritual. While she was in the room, she heard the Mikaelsons outside talking and shouting. Sighing, she bookmarked her place and went down the stairs to find that Elijah and Klaus were outside arguing with their siblings.

"Who might you be, darling?" a velvety voice asked, causing Lyra to jump away from the front door.

Looking up she found herself looking up at who she assumed was their younger brother Kol. Swallowing thickly, she soon found the rest of the Mikaelsons on the porch behind him. Klaus and Elijah stepped into the house and stood protectively beside Lyra.

"This is Lyra Potter," Elijah answered his younger brother. "She has been gracious enough to host us until our home is finished. She has also agreed to assist us in the removal of a few of our problems."

"Why did you say her name like that?" Rebeka asked with a confused look on her face. "Is she someone important?"

Lyra blushed and wrapped her arms around her middle. Looking up at Klaus and Elijah, she shrugged. She would have to trust them as much as she didn't want to.

"It would be easier for them to see the memories," she whispered. "If you trust them, then I will let them in."

"You have our word, love." Klaus assured her. "You're under the protection of the Mikaelson family now, sweetheart."

Kol, Rebeka, and Finn were stunned watching Klaus speak so softly and gently to the young woman. She appeared fragile, but they could all feel the power rolling off of her in waves. Just who was this girl?

"You can come in," she said, stepping aside to let them in. "There are plenty of rooms for everyone upstairs."

Lyra paused when she heard her name being called upstairs. Excusing herself she took off up the stairs taking them two at time. She ignored that she had rudely left them mid-conversation, but only few people had her Floo address. Flying into her magical study, she slid in front of the fireplace to find that Bill had indeed Floo'd her. Lyra dropped to her knees and smiled gratefully at Bill.

"Hi, Bill." she laughed. "I was not expecting you to get back to me so soon. Is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine, Lyra," he replied. "I reached out to several of my contacts in Gringotts. We've compiled some notes and suggestions for you. I would offer my assistance to help with the ritual, but with things as they are here, I can't leave."

"What the bloody Hell," a voice behind her breathed in shock.

"Lyra!" Bill said in alarm. "Is your location secure? Do I need to contact the Order?"

"Easy, Bill." she said carefully. "I'm fine and yes my location is secure. I will explain everything later. I look forward to hearing from you again. Send everyone my love. Thank you again for your help!" she said quickly before she cut the floo connection.

Groaning, Lyra stood and brushed herself off. Standing she faced the shocked faces of the Mikaelsons. Snorting in amusement she walked towards the pensive. Flicking her wrist, she drew her wand and pulled more of her memories and put them in the basin.

"Elijah and Klaus have already seen most of these," she gestured towards the stone basin. "This is a pensive. Within it are my memories. It is far easier for you to see them than it is to explain everything repeatedly."

"You're a witch," Kol breathed. "A wand wielder!"

Lyra chuckled, "Yes I'm a witch." she replied. "What I'm allowing you all to do is something that is very private and personal. I just ask that you keep what you see to yourselves. I'll answer any questions that you have, but please do not break my trust."

"You have our word," Finn said in a scratchy voice. "Your secrets are safe with us, little one."

His siblings turned and stared at him in shock before agreeing and making the same promise. Lyra watched anxiously as they entered the pensive. With the new memories added she figured that they would be gone for hours. Calling to Winky, she had the elf procure blood bags and blood pops for their return as well as appropriate clothes for them. She also asked the little elf to go get the information from Bill Weasley for her to review.

Lyra was curled up in lounge wear reading through several sheaths of parchment. Sipping a steaming cup of tea, she had a notebook that she was filling with her own notes and thoughts. The fire was still crackling, and the lighting was low when the Mikaelsons emerged. The Mikaelson siblings looked over to find that Lyra was sitting at one of the chairs pouring over scrolls.

Rebeka felt awful for everything that the young woman had gone through. It was truly awful! Everything that she herself had been through, she at least had her brothers there with her. Lyra was alone! Her heart broke for the girl!

Finn swallowed back a feral snarl seeing everything that the young girl had been through. Children were meant to be protected. The Viking warrior in him was seething seeing that the British Enclaves sent children to fight their war for them. His Berserker side wanted to lay waste to the mongrels.

Kol walked over to her and kneeled before her. Carefully and gently, he reached and took her hand before he paused and looked down to see the words carved into the back of her hand. He hissed in fury and threw himself away from her, his vampire visage fully out.

"I'll kill them all starting with that pink monstrosity!" he seethed.

"Kol!" Elijah shouted, stepping in front of Lyra. "What has gotten into you? Calm yourself!"

"Her hand is scarred!" Kol snarled.

Lyra subconsciously rubbed her hand, remembering the detentions and torture that she had endured. "I have many scars, Kol." she whispered softly. "You don't survive war without having one or two."

"Bloody Hell, darling." he whispered hoarsely. "It's not right. None of this is right. You shouldn't have had to deal with any of it, love."

"But I did, and I survived," she said softly. "Many were not as fortunate. I survived and I will keep surviving because that's just what you do. You keep going."

Rebeka sniffled softly. She had silent tears running down her cheeks. This young girl was nearly six inches shorter than herself. She was tiny and had held the weight of the world on her shoulders.

"Tell me they at least arrested them!" Kol demanded.

"They're still rounding up the war criminals." Lyra replied tiredly. "Many fled the conclusion of the Final Battle. It may be years before they're all captured, if they are."

"Looks like we get to go hunting, brothers." Kol grinned darkly. "I can assure you, darling that none will be left alive."

"I've seen enough death and bloodshed to last me a lifetime, several in fact." Lyra murmured, looking back down at the scrolls in her lap. "I left so that I did not have to fight anymore. I've had enough of fighting."

"Of course, you have, love." Rebeka said, coming to her side. "Why don't we all get some sleep for the night?"

Lyra bid them goodnight and went to her room for the night. The Mikaelsons all had their own rooms, but they were far from tired. She told them that Winky had gotten them blood bags in the refrigerator downstairs and that there were blood pops on the counter.

The Mikaelson siblings remained in the magical study reviewing everything that she had pertaining to the ritual and sacrifice. They looked over the curse and anything and everything else that they could get their hands on. This branch of magic was fascinating. None of them had ever gotten their hands on anything to do with wand wielding magic before. Kol especially was enthralled.

Finn read the magical scripts longingly. Like Kol he held magic before he was turned. Each of their siblings had magic in their blood but he and Kol especially had practiced. Rebeka was learning the healing medicines from their mother. The loss of their magic they felt keenly.

"Do you think there is something here that would turn our magic back on?" he murmured quietly.

"What?" Kol asked in interest "Do you think it possible, Finn?"

Elijah and Klaus looked at their brothers sadly. Having been warriors, they did not really practice their magic. Even so, they did feel the loss of it when they were turned. Rebeka smiled down at the moving picture in her hands.

Winky popped in with a tray of goblets filled with blood and several blood pops before popping out of the room. They were surprised to find that the blood was to temperature, and they drank it gratefully. They cautiously tried the blood pops but found them to be pleasantly delicious.

They talked quietly into the early morning hours before going to their rooms for the night. Each of them was pleasantly surprised to find they had several outfits provided for them. After some struggle Finn, Kol, and Rebeka figured out the showers and freshened up before going to sleep.

Lyra woke up the next day and headed downstairs just as the sun was coming up. She put on a kettle and began making breakfast only to have Winky shoo her to the table. Lyra sat, sipping her tea and reading the latest magical newspapers. Sighing wearily, she read the many headlines of the British Profit screaming for Lyra Potter to return. There were bounties on the heads of the escaped Death Eaters and several trials planned in the coming weeks.

Lyra closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Pushing from the table she stepped outside to sit on the patio. Winky brought her a robe, and a blanket, which she accepted gratefully and curled up in one of the chairs outside. Part of her missed her friends and felt guilty for leaving. She knew that Hermione would be searching for her parents in the near future and would offer her assistance.

Wrapping the blanket around herself more securely, Lyra found herself drifting. She must have fallen asleep because she awoke to find herself being lifted and carried back into the house. A deep voice lulled her back to sleep speaking to her in a language that she did not recognize.

Finn had come down the stairs and found the young girl sleeping outside. It was still cool outside, so he went out and brought her back to the house. She reminded him a lot of Henrik, so young and fragile. It had been so long since he had thought of his brother, but this girl was bringing out the same protective feelings in him.

Ignoring the looks that he was getting from his siblings, he carried Lyra back up to her room and tucked her into her bed. Making his way back downstairs he sat at the table with them and ate a quiet breakfast. Winky assured them that she had a plate set aside for her mistress.

Elijah and Klaus had explained to their siblings that Lyra was essentially titled several times over in the British Enclaves. They went on to explain about the Hallows and what it meant for the young woman. While they were thrilled that they would have many long years with her, part of them felt pity that she would not be able to lead a normal human life.

Lyra awoke again mid-morning and made her way down the stairs. She found the Mikaelsons sitting at the dining room table talking and discussing their next plan of attack. They agreed that they would be heading to Charlotte, North Carolina in the next few hours. They were in complete agreement that they would be taking their mother's coffin with them and that they wanted Lyra to help them to make sure that their parents would be gone forever.

"Just let me make the necessary arrangements," Lyra replied with a kind smile. "I need to reach out to MACUSA and President Williams."

"I thought the President was Clinton?" Rebeka asked in confusion.

"He is, but the Magical President is Williams." Lyra answered with a smirk. "There's an entire magical world that is hidden."

"Will you take us?" Kol asked in excitement. "Will you show us?"

"How about a trade," she offered with a grin. "You show me the rest of the world and I'll show you the magical, hidden parts."

"Surely there are not that many places," Elijah said in confusion.

"Each major country has a magical society that is hidden," Lyra laughed. "The ICW is much like the UN, but the magical version of it."

"Bloody hell," Kol breathed in excitement. "Truly?"

"Yes," Lyra laughed. "However, I want to warn you. Not all places will be welcoming to what they consider to be creatures."

"You mean, vampires?" Finn asked with a frown.

"Vampires, werewolves, goblins, centaurs, and the list goes on," Lyra said quietly. "I don't judge anyone based solely on their particular species. Remus Lupin was one of my father's best friends. He was an honorary uncle to me and a werewolf. I loved and trusted him implicitly."

"What happened to him?" Rebeka asked softly.

"He and his wife died in the Final Battle," Lyra whispered hoarsely. "They left behind their infant son, Teddy. He's my godson, but he's with his maternal grandmother right now."

"I'm so sorry," Rebeka said, hugging the girl cautiously.

Lyra leaned into the embrace and closed her eyes. Taking a breath, she nodded. "Not your fault." she replied. "I just need to send off a message to Kingsley and President Williams about my travel plans and then we can leave."

Lyra flicked her wrist, and her wand was suddenly in her hand. She said the incantation for the patronus charm and hers emerged from her wand, shocking her. It blinked out of existence before popping back in. It had changed from a stag to a Grim. Perhaps it was because of her absorbing the Hallows her patronus became a harbinger of death.

"Tell Kingsley and President Williams that I will be traveling to Charlotte, North Carolina to help a few new friends. I will reach out should assistance be needed." she told the Grim before it bounced off.

"Um," Kol watched wide-eyed. "So, you can talk into a fireplace and send messages with a spell?"

Lyra grinned, dimpling at Kol. "Oh there's so much that I can do," she teased. "I'll show you all that I can. Perhaps you can explain to me your knowledge of magic in exchange?"

Kol's siblings watch their younger brother relax and light up in a way he hadn't since he had been human. Perhaps Finn was not far off in his question of regaining their magic. Regardless they now had a purpose together beyond running and just surviving. They would live and do so forging together.