A/N I don't own Vampire Diaries nor Harry Potter
A/N: So this is my second profile because originally I left for personal reasons. Namely writers block, other things etc. And I didn't want the added pressure to update old stories. Since I decided to get back into writing I am just going to move this story over to my other profile. My other profile is Darkangel9872005. Head over there to add it to your favorites. It will only be updated over there.
Harry blinked dazedly as she became aware of her surroundings once more. Her brain felt muddled, skin-tight as if she has sat too long in the sun. Curiously, she was uncomfortable but felt no pain. Breathing shakily, she realized that she was beneath the large oak again.
The scent of burning leaves hung heavily in the air as the first light of the morning filtered down through the branches above casting the surrounding forest in a multitude of brilliant colors. The air was crisp, blowing gently on her heated skin.
Clenching her teeth, Harry decided she was going to try to sit up, remembering the mind-numbing pain and blistering heat that followed her to unconsciousness. Counting to three in her head, she heaved herself into a seated position. Gasping when black soot and flakes of skin fell off her in a cloud of dust.
Coughing and waving her hand around to disperse it, she realized her whole body was burnt, even her clothes had turned to ash. Her skin black and pealing. She was naked, she realized but pushed the thought to the back of her head to deal with later as she was currently far from civilization. Clenching her fist, expecting pain, she gasped when there was none.
Then she opened her fist, her deadened skin flaked off and floated away like ash, revealing new skin beneath. She remembered her wand she had been holding and how it melted in her hand.
Pursing her lips as she fought back an anguished cry at the loss, she pushed herself to her feet, expecting to have to force weakened limbs into position but finding herself renewed in strength.
Standing, Harry looked around, finding herself in a circle of mounds of burning ashes. The fire slowly dying out. Instead of fear at the flames, she felt comforted. Like they were an extension of herself. Curious now at the feeling, Harry closed her eyes looking within herself for the connection. She gasped when she felt magic still flowing through her veins.
She gave a happy cry as she had confirmation that she was not a squib. She had feared the loss when her mother had told her of the possibility. Her magic felt different though, where before it was like a flowing gentle river, now it was like a chaotic storm. Crashing waves, cresting and slamming on ocean shores. Fires smoldering and climbing high, then dying down to the last cinder.
Harry was overwhelmed and could feel herself falling deeper into her magic, she struggled to pull herself out of the turbulent energy, she had to find focus. Breathing unsteadily, in and out, she centered herself and again looked for the connection she knew was there. Finally, after some time of wading through her magic, she found it.
Once she did, she willed the connection to break and the magic to return to her. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth when she felt the magic return like an eager puppy trying to please its master. Opening her eyes, she realized the flames were gone.
Smiling, Harry rubbed her hands over her arms and chest, feeling the roughness. She laughed quietly when there was still no pain. Tears, stung her eyes as she realized that she was changed, her magic was more and her body felt different. There was a pressure in her shoulder blades that hadn't been there before. Harry's lips trembled, as the reality of the situation finally hit her.
If the dream she had of her mother really happened as was to be believed, then she was in another dimension. Irrevocably changed. Her time in her world gone, her friends had lived, battled and died leaving her behind. She was alone, naked and burnt in the middle of nowhere in some dimension that could have giant aliens running around for all she knows.
Collapsing onto her hands and knees, Harry screamed and sobbed. Crying out against her misfortune. Cursing the world for her continued suffering. Hogwarts was the only home she'd ever known.
Now it had been cruelly ripped away from her. What was she to do? Her mother wanted her to live a full and happy life. She didn't really know what happiness was. She had fleeting moments of what she thought was happiness but didn't really know if it was. Life had been cruel to her. Her first eleven years of life were hell.
She only knew pain and hate back then. Once she got to Hogwarts, it was a little better but overshadowed with the fear of Voldemort. Harry always persevered though and this would be no different.
Digging her fingers into the ashes and dirt, Harry made a promise to herself. She would allow her this time to grieve what was lost to her. Then she would pick herself up and lock her pain away. She had practice after all.
Sometime later, Harry had cried herself out. Her tears dried up, rubbing a hand over her head, she could feel hair poking through her burnt flesh like a porcupine.
Shaking her head, she stood up, taking stock of her surroundings. The forest was quiet save the sounds of the swaying tree branches and bird calls in the distance.
Light-filled the dense forest as the sun shown brightly above. It was late into the morning now and she was still naked and getting a tad hungry. She should find a river or something to clean herself up, then see about finding something to clothe herself.
After that, she should see about finding something to eat.
A river would most likely have fish, or other animals she could hunt nearby. Nodding to herself she set off. As she walked, she noticed that she was a lot quieter and surer on her feet.
Nimbly, gliding through the forest, her body avoiding snapping branches or crunching leaves. Suprised at this new instinctive skill, she smirked.
The skill would definitely come in handy for mischief-making, she thought.
After walking for some time, she began to get frustrated when she couldn't find any water. Huffing, Harry reached deep into the turbulent magic inside her, willing her magic to show her the way to a place of water.
She screamed in surprise when her body was consumed in flames. Just as suddenly as the fire came, it was gone.
Her breath came in short pants, fear still clogged her senses, sweat beaded on her forehead. Blinking, as she came out of her fear-induced shock, she realized that she now stood in front of a lake and that the fire had brought no pain.
Fire travel. Like a phoenix.
She thought in a daze. Her mind now connecting the dots of waking up in ash, the familiar song she heard as her wand melted and traveling by fire. Had her Pheonix core wand given her the ability, she wondered? Shaking her head at the absurdity of it all she looked around.
On the opposite side of the lake, from where she was, a wooden dock extended out into the lake and beautiful two-story log cabin with a separate two-door garage overlooked it. Large pine and oak trees towered over the property.
The windows were covered in curtains and there was no car in the driveway. Harry didn't like the thought of stealing, but she was in desperate need of a shower, clothes, and substance.
The thought of a hot shower beat the thought of washing herself in the lake. She would just have to find a way to repay whoever owned the house. Nodding to herself, Harry began to trek the shoreline around the lake to the house.
By the time, she had made it up to the front door, the sun looked like it was an hour or two away from setting. Harry was absolutely famished. Her stomach seemed to growl every moment. Standing on the wrap around porch, Harry looked for something to cover herself with, not wanting to just waltz in, in case someone was home.
Sighing in relief when she saw a thick throw blanket on a rocking chair, she quickly grabbed it and wrapped it around herself. She knocked firmly on the door and listened.
Not hearing anything, she knocked again three more times just to be sure. When no one answered, she tried the doorknob. It was locked. Sighing, Harry reached within herself for her magic and willed it to open the door. The door burst off its hinges, slammed into the wall and shattered in what looked to be the living room. Harry paled, cursing repeatedly, and scurried into the house, her eyes surveying the damage.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Harry once again centered herself. Closing her eyes, she willed the door to repair itself and return to the state it was in before.
Opening her eyes, she sighed in relief as her magic repaired the door. The shards and pieces coming together and attaching to the door frame as one as if nothing happened. It looks like she would need to practice and be more specific in what she asks her magic to do. Shaking her head, she tightened the blanket around her and looked around. She stood in the entryway, a living room opened up before her.
It had a comfy looking sofa and a love seat with a bookshelf lining the far wall. Off to her right was a staircase and a hall that led to what looked like a kitchen.
Reminded of her hungered state by another growl from her stomach, she walked the length of the hall to the kitchen. It was huge, a large island was at its center with marbled countertops and pine colored cabinets with glass panels. Harry walked over to the stainless steel fridge and opened it in desperation to find it empty.
Grunting in frustration, she opened the cabinets, praying that there be nonperishables at least. She bounced around in victory when she found a can of chili and some crackers. Smiling, she continued her foraging for a pot.
When she found one, she placed it on the stovetop and turned it on. Making a happy sound when it worked. Nodding in satisfaction, Harry pulled the tab on the can and poured it into the pot.
She opened the drawer to the right of the stove and found a wooden spoon and began to stir the chili until it was hot. Harry once again looked through the drawers until she found silverware, giving a happy chirp when she found it, she sat at the table with the pot on top of an oven mitt she found and began to eat. Once finished, she cleaned the kitchen and put everything back where she found it. Leaving the can on the counter to dispose of later.
At least whatever world she was in had food she recognized and some form of civilization, judging by the house. Nodding to herself.
Harry went upstairs in search of a bathroom to clean up and some clothes. Opening the first door she came too, she was surprised at her luck in finding a girl's room. A queen bed with a wooden frame was in the middle of the room, vanity and dresser sat on either side. Pictures decorated the tops of them.
The people in them smiling and carefree. Smiling in relief that she was not in an alien-infested world she walked up to the dresser and picked up a picture of three girls. All three were beautiful, the one in the middle had long brown hair and dark eyes.
She was laughing, a smile stretched across her face as her two friends on either side of her tugged her arms toward them. The one on the right was a dark-skinned girl, raven-colored hair with a smooth complexion and dark laughing eyes, the girl on the left was fair-skinned and had blond hair that fell in waves down her shoulders.
The picture portrayed happiness. The three girls in the picture didn't know pain. Smiling softly, Harry traced the picture, finding writing on the bottom of the frame.
Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie: Friends 4ever.
Sighing, Harry put the photo back on the dresser, sending out a silent apology to whichever girl in the photo this room belonged to, she began to open the drawers to find something to wear.
She picked out a dark blue shirt and black yoga pants. Deciding it would be too weird to wear the girl's undergarments, and she didn't want to risk destroying anything by attempting to transfigure something, she went to search for a bathroom. Finding it down the hall, she sent out a silent thanks that there was a fluffy towel already on the rack, with soap in the shower.
Turning on the hot spray, she let the blanket fall to the floor as she stepped in. Sighing in relief as the hot spray slid down her back. She scrubbed her self vigorously.
Ten minutes later, Harry was clean of all the dead skin and soot in front of the bathroom mirror staring at her face. Her eyes flicked over every feature, taking in what was the same and what was different. Her black hair framed her head in short black spikes mixed with a dark blood red.
Her emerald eyes that she was gifted from her mother were molten and swirled continuously in a circle.
A soft glow emitting from them. Her face was narrow and smooth. Her nose narrow and her cheekbones high. Golden lines in the shapes of feathers framed her face and flowed down her chest and arms.
Pursing her now full and plump red lips, Harry cursed. She had never been a traditional beauty. Her family saw to that with her malnourishment. Yet now…she couldn't deny that she had beauty, one that was otherworldly. She looked like one of the High Court Fae.
Glamours would be her new best friend it seemed. She wouldn't be able to seek out civilization until she could hide her new features from the populace and control her magic.
She didn't know if they had magicals in this world and didn't want to chance a witch hunt on her hands. She didn't fancy becoming a lab rat, thanks. Rubbing a hand down her face, she sighed, feeling her turbulent magic bubbling beneath her skin, the pressure in her back twitched. She had her work cut out for her.
A/N: So this is my second profile because originally I left for personal reasons. Namely writers block, other things etc. And I didn't want the added pressure to update old stories. Since I decided to get back into writing I am just going to move this story over to my other profile. My other profile is Darkangel9872005. Head over there to add it to your favorites. It will only be updated over there.