Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and The Vampire Diaries. They belong to J.K. Rowling and L.J. Smith. Nothing belongs to me apart from this story.

I am writing this just for fun and no money is being made.

AN: Language warning in this chapter. Forgive me for any mistakes, I am trying to work on them. I have changed the timeline according to the story.

Damon Salvatore- Born:1839 Turned: 1864. (25, 144 years)

Stefan Salvatore- Born: 1846. Turned: 1864. (17, 144 years)

Athena Potter- 1991 (17)

2nd Wizarding War Ended- May 2nd 2008

Elena- born in 1990 (18)

Athena met Damon in September 2008

I do not have a beta but I would really like to thank Jadiona for all the moral support and helping me with my flaws as well. You are the best. :)

Athena's POV

With a loud crack she landed outside of Mystic Falls, looked around and exhaled heavily. It would be just her luck to land on the middle of nowhere.

She saw the Mystic Falls Sign at her right.

It was middle of the night. The stars were shining so brilliantly that they drew her eyes heavenward. The crescent moon was smiling down. It was a never ending void of light. It was absolutely beautiful and peaceful as well.

She had still miles to go. She had talked to an agent and rented a house just in the outskirts of the city for a couple of months. She had a meeting with the agent for the leftover formalities in the morning.

She had her broom and she supposed she could summon the night bus as well, but she decided against it. She knew the risks of wandering alone at night and with the death eaters who fled after Vodemort was killed, something was bound to happen. The ministry and the aurors were still trying to find them but she knew it would be a long process. But it was unlikely that they would find her here, after all no one apart from her friends and the Weasley's knew of her location.

She had just started walking, when she heard the sound of wind fly by her and then seconds later, it stopped. She looked around but saw nothing and reprimanded herself for being paranoid. A couple of minutes after walking, she came to an abrupt halt. There was a man lying on the ground, he was still far away but she couldn't tell if he was hurt. The first word her mind screamed at her was "her wand" and her hand went to her wand in her pocket, though she didn't pull it out just yet. She boldly walked forward even though her heart was pounding in her chest. She was not afraid but she didn't want to die now that she had some things to do. She stopped a short distance away from the man but from what she could tell, he looked as if he was not breathing at all.

"Hello!" she called but got no response so she took a couple of steps forward and tried again, "Are you alright?"

Still getting no response, she moved closer to him and bent down to check if he was alive, when his eyes opened and he stood up abruptly almost giving her a heart attack in the process.

Her instincts were screaming at her to either kill the man or flee but she stood her ground and jabbed her wand in his throat. It was so swift that she thought she startled the man, no the creature, for a second. (she was pretty sure he was not human but she could not pin out what he was)

It could only be with her luck that even after coming thousands of miles, the first person she met turned out to be a supernatural being.

He recovered quickly, looked down at the wand at his throat, cocked his head to the side and looked at her with a penetrating gaze.

The man was tall and looked to be in his early 20's. His body was lithe, his posture was casual but she didn't let it fool her. She could see an undeniable strength radiating from him. He was wearing a black button-down shirt and dark jeans with matching boots. He had black hair which were windswept and the front of his hair was shorter than the back with fair skin. He had a square jaw, chiselled features and a menacing smile. But the thing that captivated her the most were his eyes. They were piercing blue, like seriously blue. Almost sickeningly, cloudless sky blue. Someone should name a colour after the guy.

He leaned closer to her, his body almost touching hers and she became aware of a strange electricity humming throughout her body. He was looking at her with his smouldering gaze, as if trying to find something.

Normally, she wasn't a fan of talking to strangers but something about the man seemed familiar, as if she knew him. So without thinking much, she asked him, "Do I know you?"

The man's eyes widened and she quickly tried to explain, "I feel as if I have met you before."

He was still standing there looking at her with those wide artic eyes and suddenly shook himself, as if coming out of a trance.

The strangely sexy smirk on the man's face returned and he replied, "I don't think I would be able to forget a face like yours, gorgeous."

She cocked an eyebrow at the name. Really…? But she was sure she knew him from somewhere, she was just not able to remember it. Even though the man was not human but he was a muggle, so from when and where did she remember him?

Shaking herself out of her musings, Athena realized the man was trying to talk to her. She thought to let it go for now and focus on the man.

"Damon Salvatore", the man introduced himself and gestured towards her wand. "Strange thing to keep in your pocket. You know, you could really hurt someone with that stick."

She narrowed her eyes at the man, Damon. She was pretty sure he was mocking her. If only he knew, she thought but removed the wand from his throat but kept it in her hand, just in case. He seemed friendly but she was not taking any risks.

"Athena Potter." she told him.

"Nice to meet you." Damon said and as an afterthought added, "Not to be rude but isn't it a little strange that you are here in the middle of nowhere at this time of the night?"

She levelled him with a glare, "You are the one to talk!"

He smirked suddenly but she could see that he was becoming suspicious of her. Who could blame him, she was alone without a vehicle in the middle of nowhere. Obviously, she could not tell him that she just popped out of thin air, minutes ago. So just to keep his curiosity at bay, she decided to humour him.

"I just moved here and was trying to find a hotel. My car broke down and I don't know anyone, so walking seemed like a good idea." she confessed.

"Well, you know me now. Please allow me to escort you to your destination." Damon said and she couldn't help but give in to the fact that no matter how dangerous, he was extremely charming. She was not foolish but decided that she did not have any other choice without arousing his suspicion. But she kept her wand in her pocket, so he won't know about it but kept a hand on it, just in case.

"Fine." she said and gave an internal sigh.

He gave her a smile which made him look even more handsome. Wait..! Where did that come from? She halted her thought process right there and followed him to his car.

Damon's POV

'Furious' was not the right word to describe what he was feeling right now. In his 169 years, he had never felt so helpless and he hated the feeling. He was figuring out how to get his brother out of Klaus's grip and he would have done something, anything, but then Stefan didn't want that. At some level he knew that his brother was trying to keep him safe but it was not what he wanted. And then he had to go and kill Andie. Sure, he compelled her but he grew to care about her as well. She was the only person, he was able to vent with. He should have compelled her go when he had the chance, at least she would have been alive", he thought bitterly. But he had expected it all along. When was he able to keep someone? He never had anyone to call his own in his hellacious existence. He decided to save his brother for the girl he loved. So, he kept himself busy with Andie but Saint Stefan had to just go and ruin that as well.

He felt betrayed once again. He had been changed for nothing and his years on earth has been nothing but horrendous. To devote himself to a woman, only to be abandoned. And then he had go and fall for Elena. Sweet, sacrificing, stubborn Elena, who was in love with his brother. Just like Katherine. "He would never be the only one for the one's he loved", he thought and gave a sarcastic laugh, which was filled with nothing but agony.

And this was why he kept his emotions off. Just a means to keep his desolation at bay. Not to think how lonely, miserable and empty his existence was.

He was done moping. Alcohol, women and blood were his perfect escape and that's what he was going to do. With that in mind, he sped out of the city.

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It was middle of the night. The sky was clear and he was able to see the stars and the moon shining brightly. He was the creature of night and it was the perfect place to find someone and have a bit of fun. He was in luck today because before even reaching the border of Mystic Falls, he saw a young girl looking around. He became suspicious as to why such a young girl would be here, in the middle of nowhere that too at this hour. She seemed young, no more than 17 or18.

'This was perfect. He would fuck and then kill the girl. He had not seen her face properly, yet but he could tell that she was not from town.' And with that thought in mind, he parked his baby and decided to have some more fun. It would be funny to see how the girl would ask him for help and he would surely help her. Just not in the way she expected. He ran past the girl to spook her but was fairly surprised to see that she looked around, shrugged as if it was nothing and started walking. He narrowed his eyes and decided on a different tactic. She would come to help him and then the fun would begin.

He went ahead and laid on the middle of the road. He could tell the exact moment the girl spotted him as she stopped walking and her heartbeat increased. He waited for her to run to check on him but she did nothing for a few minutes and then started walking.

"Bingo...!" he thought and held still.

"Hello?!" the girl called but of course he didn't reply. He heard her footsteps coming near and heard her again, "Are you alright?"

He still didn't move knowing she would check on him any minute now. As soon as she bent down to check on him, his eyes snapped open and he stood with lightning speed. He expected the girl to run or scream but the only reaction he got from her was the increasing of her heartbeat.

Whatever he had thought, this was not it because as soon as he stood up, a stick was jabbed in his throat. It was such a sudden moment that even he had not noticed when she had the time to take that thing out and point at him without him knowing. He hadn't met any human with such reflexes in his entire existence and it startled him.

But he recovered quickly, first he looked down at the wooden stick that was pointed at his throat and then down at the girl for the first time.

She was a petite thing, this girl and seem even more young from up close. She could be described as small and skinny. Even though she was wearing an old red hoodie which was way too big for her with jeans and sneakers, he could still tell that she had curves in all the right places. She had round bespeckled glasses perched on her nose, her skin was all cream and roses with full red pouty lips. She had high aristocratic cheekbones, perfectly arched eyebrows, long black hair which were tied in a braid and she had bangs covering her forehead. He had to say that she was the epitome of lovely.

Then he looked into those sparkling emerald green eyes, which seemed old, so very old and hastily looked at her forehead to see if what he was seeing was his imagination! He unintentionally leaned closer to her to find what he was looking for. When he saw the lightning bolt scar, he held back a gasp but couldn't stop the widening of his eyes. He remembered those green eyes and the scar as if it were yesterday.

He didn't know how long he was standing there, trying to process that this was not his imagination and he was looking at a very real person, when he was startled out his thoughts by her voice. She asked him if she knew him and his eyes widened at realizing that she remembered him still, even if not properly. Before he could say anything, she added that she felt that she has met him before.

He was amazed and was not able to answer her but he thought that he should probably answer her soon or he would creep her out.

He smirked and replied, "I don't think I would be able to forget a face like yours, gorgeous."

She cocked an eyebrow at him at the name and it was clearly written on her face that she didn't believe him but didn't press the issue, for which he was thankful.

He tried to gain her attention but she seemed to be in her own world. Finally, she came out of whatever she was thinking and he introduced himself.

"Damon Salvatore." he said and gestured towards the stick which she was still holding. Defense mechanism.? Which was wired in his opinion. What could a wooden stick do to someone like him, if he intended to hurt her.? He couldn't help himself and asked, "Strange thing to keep in your pocket. You know, you could really hurt someone with that stick." He tried, he really did but couldn't hide his amusement.

She narrowed her eyes at him but still kept the stick in her hand.

"Athena Potter."

"Nice to meet you." he said but was curious at what she was doing here, so far from her country and added, "Not to be rude but isn't it a little strange that you are here in the middle of nowhere at this time of the night?"

The glare with which she levelled him and her reply made him smile. She was a sassy thing. He couldn't help but think of any reason for her being here, at all.

Out of nowhere she told him that she was trying to find a hotel and that her car broke down. She was far away from her home and he couldn't help but concede that she was telling the truth.

This seemed like a perfect opportunity but he couldn't help but think about what could have happened if someone else had found her. No, he couldn't chance it so he offered her to drop at her hotel.

He could see that she was having an internal war but was not able to stop the smile that took over his face when she agreed.

July 20, 2018