Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Vampire Diaries, The Originals, or anything else in this story. I must forewarm you, I have made Katherine's birthdate 1463, and the birth of her children 1481.
I knew you were
You were gonna come to me
And here you are
But you better choose carefully
'Cause I'm capable of anything
Of anything and everything
Make me your Aphrodite
Make me your one and only
But don't make me your enemy, your enemy, your enemy
(Dark Horse- Katy Perry)
Klaus watched as she descended the stairs, the crowd awaiting behind him utterly silent. She had gone from a nobody, American, to an English Princess and Duchess in one day. She had a whole party of people with their eyes on her, looking to her, as if she were a God.
"Her Highness, Princess Elena Mikaelson, Duchess of Norfolk." Klaus called out, presenting Elena to the gathered party. Some bowed, some curtseyed, and other's gasped. The few vampires that could be sensed remained silent, watching. The amount of people here made me wonder how long Klaus had planned this.
Elena wasn't sure if she should say hello. So Klaus gave her a picture in her mind of her waving softly to the crowd. She copied the vision, her hand gracefully waving to the room. It was as if she had died and gone to heaven, the people staring up at her with wide eyes. Klaus wondered if they saw her beauty the same way he did.
"Long live her Highness, Princess Elena!" A small child called from the rear. Elena's felt a lump in her throat, but kept smiling. At the bottom of the steps, she held her breath, waiting for the people to descend around her. They were all bowing and curtseying to her.
After the party was over, Elena let her guard down, as Klaus talked to the vampires that had remained behind. She watched in silence from the perch she had found for herself, a little niche at the top of the stairs.
"This is against the rules of our covens'." An English Female, her accent think. Eleanor had sidled down next to Elena to listen. "You cannot influence the Queen!"
"I can, and I have. You see, I am a Mikaelson, and as such, am older than each and every one of you. I created your sires' sire's sire!" Klaus laughed at the female.
"Feymani, there is no reasoning with him. Let us go." A male grabbed the female's arm.
"Alistair, we must try. He could destroy us all!" Feymani cried. She turned to the other male companion. "Speak to him Reid, try and get him to see!"
"Let us go, Feymani." Alistair repeated.
"He is not part of our coven, Feymani, and therefore our rules do not apply to him." Reid spoke up. "Besides, we are being watched." His eyes shifted to Elena. "Good bye, Elena."
The three departed and Klaus made his way upstairs, antoginzingly slow. His steps weren't menacing, but Elena could feel goose bumps forming. Eleanor slowly backed away.
"They fear me." Klaus grinned. He looked Elena up and down once more. "You are breath taking, aren't you? Absolutely beautiful."
"Klaus, there are vampire rules?" She asked, her eyes wide in shock.
"There are no rules, they have their own little… Coven. They feel they are important. That they decide what all of England's vampires do." Klaus retorted as he grabbed ahold of her hand. He looked into her eyes. "Perhaps tonight we can share a bed?"
"Fat chance, husband." Elena laughed, pulled her hand away, and ran to her room.
Eleanor watched the sleeping form of Elena. She saw Katherine, her mother, all over again. Only this doppelgänger wasn't making the same mistakes. This one had a head on her shoulders, and could take care of herself without hiding. She wondered if she had met her counter-part, the male doppelgänger. If she were with Klaus, then probably. And it ended badly, like those before her. Or perhaps she really loved Klaus.
No, Eleanor decided. Elena could not love Niklaus knowing the monster he was. But she had been wrong before.
Elena's head ached as she went through all the invitations she had received for tea, and even parties, from other people of the nobility. Klaus had left her a list of invitations she had to accept. The ones she didn't have to accept were to be sent a reply of sorry, as well as an invitation for a Gala to be held at her new home.
Another note from Klaus stated that she were to send for a designer she'd like to dress her for each and ever party. He explained that each gown was to be different, and he didn't care the cost. After all, the Mikaelson family were very rich. And as one, Elena was entitled to their money, as well as her own she inherited.
"What do you see in Klaus?" Eleanor asked, startling Elena. She stared at her ancestor for a few moments.
"I see a troubled man. A man who waited so long for my blood, only to be denied when I was turned into a Vampire. I see a man who is now trying to make amends. A man who has a daughter hidden in this world." She replied softly. Eleanor sat next to Elena, not even bothering to look at the invitations.
"Do you love him?" Eleanor asked, even softer.
"I don't hate him anymore. If Damon does not come back, I could grow to love Klaus." Her answer was true to the heart, she realized.
"My own grandson loved a Queen once. They had a secret child. That is how our lineage of Doppelgängers has continued. Robert Dudley. I know you've had the dream, child. Katherine had it as well, when she hid here." Eleanor looked to the wall. Her gaze softened. "Elizabeth Tudor was wonderful. A beautiful Princess, an even better Queen."
"But she never married. How could they have a child?" Elena asked. Eleanor smiled.
"It was in the early years of her reign. She hid it in her gowns, and when the babe was born, she was handed off to me. Elizabeth was a doppelgänger, as well, her blood must have come from where Katherine's came." Eleanor smiled. She looked at a tapestry hanging on the wall. "You could meet Esmeralda one day. She, as you, had fallen prey to becoming a Vampire. She isn't a doppelgänger though."
Hermione Granger stared at the vampires before her. Their leader, a Klaus Mikaelson, demanded her and the Potters uproot to America, to resurrect a dead vampire and witch. They were even given a few spells to try out. She couldn't tell the Potter's her reason for accepting. She planned on bringing back Severus Snape, Fred Weasley, as well as Ariana and Albus Dumbledore. How could she not? She missed Dumbledore's knowledge, Snape's snide comments to keep her cool, Fred's jokes, and she had never gotten to meet the young Ariana Dumbledore.
No, Hermione knew she had to do this. She knew Harry couldn't, as Harry wasn't as powerful as she was when it came to healing, and that's what this was, in a way. At least, that's what the spells said. She had gathered all the necessary items of each person the spells called for, had laid them out, and found herself a safe place to use the spells.
She just needed to wait. She watched the moon, waiting for midnight. She felt a power seize her, as if she was filled with even more magic, and she knew it was time. She placed the items neatly on the makeshift altar. She lit the incense in the little incense holders.
"Coloro che sono passati, quelli che sono morti, vieni fuori, ti chiamo . Alzati, gioire, e vivere di nuovo." She chanted, unsure of what language it was. A small glow came from each personal item. "Coloro che sono passati, quelli che sono morti, vieni fuori, ti chiamo . Alzati, gioire, e vivere di nuovo."
She watched as sparks came from all of the items. An amulet for the vampire Damon, a charm bracelet for the witch Bonnie, a small ring Severus carried with him, a small piece of Fred's shirt from when he died, a ribbon Dumbledore gave Aberforth of Ariana's, and Dumbledore's own wand.
"Coloro che sono passati, quelli che sono morti, vieni fuori, ti chiamo. Alzati, gioire, e vivere di nuoyo!" She called louder. The air fizzled around her, thickening the air. Soon five bodies materialized around her. First they were transparent, but slowly gained an abundance of flesh. Once the awakening was over, she stared at the people around her.
"Hello, Hermione." The Witch she assumed was Bonnie smiled. Hermione counted the people before her. There was Fred, Albus, Ariana, Snape, and Bonnie.
"Where is the one called Damon?" Hermione asked quietly. Bonnie made a strange face.
"The elders would not let him go, they said it wasn't his time to return, yet." Bonnie replied, a soft sadness about her. "Do not tell Elena."
"Elena? Elena Mikaelson?" Hermione had remember Klaus had a wife.
"Mikaelson?" Bonnie stared at her like she had spoken a cure. "Elena Gilbert."
"The only Elena I know of is Elena Mikaelson, Klaus' wife." Hermione replied, staring at her friends, waiting to speak to them.
"I'll… Let you go, Hermione, enjoy your time." She grabbed the charm bracelet and the amulet. "Everyone must keep their items safe. If lost, you will die." She said softly, and then walked away. Hermione soon found herself in a hug with Albus and Fred. Now they could collect the money, and go home.
Bonnie raced to find Jeremy. She had to be sure that Elena hadn't married Klaus. Bonnie slowed down. She wouldn't wait for Damon, Damon was dead.