Full Summary: Armed with a false name, counterfeit backstory, and a bogus alibi, Euphemia Potter is accepted into the Salvatore Boarding School where she meets Professor Parker. She's trying to keep her head down, he's trying to keep his luck up, and between them something dark grows roots. Fem!Harry/Kai Parker. Strong M.
Warnings/Tags: Teacher/Student Relationship. Age gap between main pairing. Mentions and depictions of violence, swearing, blood and gore. Morally Grey characters doing morally grey things. Sociopaths being Sociopaths, not just bad boys doing naughty things. Not Canon compliant for either media. Grey Fem!Harry who gets darker as the story goes. Alive Kai Parker. Daddy Kink. Hand kink (If you squint). Additional Tags to be added later.
Chapter One:
Phantasmagorias
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
~ A Poison Tree by William Blake
I
It was dark by the time Remus pulled onto the two-way lane that took their little blanch green beat-up truck onto the road that led straight to the Salvatore Boarding School for the Young and Gifted. There was Queen playing on the radio, the smell of smoke and leather rolling between the cramped cab, and the rhythmic thudding of Euphemia Potter's booted heel striking the foot bed as her leg jittered up and down uneasily.
Remus did not take his gaze from the road ahead as he spoke, and Euphemia could not stop her own from flickering to the rear-view mirror to see her suitcases all nice and piled in the back.
"I really want you to try, Effie. This could be good, you know? A Fresh start, a new experience, a chance to get out there and make some friends."
It's the start of a new year, a time where eager young students were scattered about with boxes filled with knickknacks, moving into dorms and mingling anxiously, each dancing to the tune of social assent with awkward gangly limbs. Mothers were teary eyed as they packed them off, and father's gave proud pats on the back, and everything was bright, and hopeful, and exciting.
Not for Effie.
"As long as they don't touch me and drop-down dead."
And this was, perhaps, Remus's last chance to weasel out a promise of at least trying from Effie, something she was cautious to give. When she walked through those doors, doors she had never seen before, Remus would be renegaded to phone calls and visits during break.
Just like any other muggles.
Just like every other normal person.
Not the best thing given Effie's… Particular history.
Normal parents and guardians would be fretting over boarding school making their child wild, opening doors to the dreaded drink, drugs and debauched sex. Effie was less likely to dabble in depravity as she was to cause innumerable death.
Remus's hand left the steering wheel, wavered over to her knee, an inch above, hovering, not daring to land, to tap or pat or stroke, but showing his support all the same.
The closest Effie was going to get to physical contact now that her touch killed people.
Whatever brought her back after Tom Riddle's demise, it did not bring her back right.
"I know this is… Upsetting, but despite your gifts, you're seventeen, and you should be out there living like other girls your age. You haven't had the easiest few months and… I've heard great things about this school, Effie. Really good stuff. They might be able to help you."
Hogwarts had not been able to help her.
Her fingers skittered to her wrist, underneath the arm of her woolly knit jumper, and brushed over the indent of the hospital band still marking her skin pink.
Saint Mungo's hadn't helped either.
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had been the worst of all.
Her foot swung faster.
"But what if I hurt someone again? What happens if I lose control, like with Ron, or that Ward in the hospital, and-"
"What happened with Ron wasn't your fault Effie. You can't just hide away. Trust me on that one. All isolating yourself does is make the problem worse, and we can't afford for your… For what you can do… We need to learn to control this, and the only way you are going to learn control is being in a situation that calls for it."
He tried to smile at her, but Effie could tell it was tight, too tight, like chipped paint on pale fine china.
Effie wondered who Remus was trying to convince, himself or her.
"The school's promised they have precautions in place. They know of your… Situation. They've taken every necessary safeguard. No touching from staff or students. No pranks that could cause you to become surprised or shocked. No taking you anywhere near any place that could possibly hold a corpse. And if anything at all does, somehow, transpire and you're… Let's say triggered, they have the required Wards in place to lock you down until it passes."
Effie scoffed.
Lock her down.
If only it was so easy.
"The Wards didn't work so well in Ilvermony, did they, and look what happened there. This is a mistake. We should turn around and-"
"Effie, look at me. Look at me."
She does, and the amber glow in the moonlight calms something ragged weeping in her chest.
Panic, she realizes too late.
She's panicking, and she's been panicking for a long while now.
"You're not going to hurt anyone. I just… I don't want you to end up like me. Old, scarred, having spent so much of your life hating yourself for what you are. I-… We can do this. Together. Me, you, Sirius and Teddy. We're family, and family does not turn their backs on one another."
Effie pressed herself into the passenger seat, wishing the leather would swallow her whole.
Remus had said that once before, right after the battle of Hogwarts, when she had first lost control, accidentally resurrecting Death Eater, Order Member, and wondering ghost alike.
They had got her down, eventually, with five Killing Curses, not so deadly to her anymore.
The next months had been blurry, a mixture of phantasmagorias and sensations as her… Gifts, as Remus called them, had kicked in fully.
The scratchy linen of a hospital bed. The prickling of numb fingers cut off from blood by being strapped to iron post. The flashing lights of candles passing overhead as her bed was wheeled further and further down the hall, down into more secure cells when she broke through the last, down into the dark rooms, down where only the worst of the worst went.
Effie doesn't remember when or how the Aurors took her, but she has the scars they had left behind.
Remus and Sirius, two she had accidentally resurrected that day when Tom fell, had found her eventually, down in the belly of the MoM, strapped to the Veil by rune enchanted chains. The only thing that had proven useful so far in keeping her down and out.
They got her free, got her out of there, and they had been running ever since.
"I wish Sirius was here."
Remus huskily chuckled.
"He would tell you the same thing."
Effie's eye trailed out the window. The spindly shadows of the trees where thinning out now. They were close.
"Yeah, but he'd sneak me some Firewhisky to calm my nerves while he was at it."
Remus grunted, murmuring something suspiciously like of course he would, and, Effie thought, he was hoping Sirius wasn't up to too much trouble babysitting Teddy while he dropped her off. She faced the window, bumped forehead on glass, and closed her eyes.
She saw it all.
There was a dairy farm on the outskirts of town, settled between some rolling foothills. The husband would die in four months from a weak joint in the barn timber bringing the roof down on his head. It wouldn't kill him immediately; he'd be left in the blood-soaked straw for four hours. The wife would find him only four minutes too late.
A general store advertising cold beer and live bait, the clerk inside, a boy, nineteen, his first job-
Aneurysm.
He'd be dead five weeks.
A house with a blind turn driveway would take out the paperboy two years from now.
A collection of rusted car scraps in the junkyard out of town would kill the owner two days out of his retirement.
In a field of waist-high grass and goldenrod, a women would be slain and left for dead in the night. It would take county police eight years to find her murderer.
Effie sees the other stuff too.
Werewolves and wayward Witches, starving Vampires having their fill.
Effie sees, and she feels it, and worst of all, she feels the bottomless hunger.
Mystic falls was beautiful, the perfect little quant country town, with bakeries and bookshops and little home owned restaurants polished pale with weatherboard and brick.
A beautiful quant little town filled with death.
The perfect place for Effie Potter, Deathly Hallow extraordinaire, to hide.
Remus pulled into the courtyard of the boarding school's entrance, the big sign decorated with merry burgundy and white balloons for move-in day.
He cut the engine.
"Right. Tell me the story one last time."
Effie blinked and straightened in her seat.
"My name is Harriet Lenoir. I was born in England but moved to France, Marseille to be precise, when I was ten years old. I live with my two fathers, Rupert and Sireno Lenoir, and my younger brother Timothy. After my sixteenth birthday, it came to my parent's attention that I was a Siphon, hence the no touch rule, and after talking to a family friend, they applied for my place here in hopes I can control it."
Her name's not Harriet.
She's never been to France.
She is not a Siphon; she was something much worse.
It's all a lie, but, in the end, isn't that what stories were? Lies we told ourselves? Lies that kept you safe.
Remus reached over and opened his car door.
"Good. Let's get this show on the road."
Euphemia Potter opened her own door, and stepped out someone else entirely.
Hopefully Harriet Lenoir would have better luck.
A.N: The green car Remus drives this chapter is in reference to biblical apocalyptic thought, where Death rides in on a pale green horse. Just a heavy handed omen for what is to come. Also, yes, Lenoir means Black in French, and is too a bit crude, but if Voldemort could get away with no one figuring out his name was an Anagram of all things for nearly FIFTY YEARS, I'm pretty sure this would fly over the Wizarding Worlds head too lmao.
This finishes my trifecta of TVD universe crossover fics, and I hope you all enjoyed this little taster and look forward to what is to come. I will say this one is darker than the rest, a bit more wild, and, honestly, so much fun to just do.
Big, big, big thank you to GoWithTheFlo20 for Beta reading this bad boy and helping me tighten some screws on this roller-coaster.
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