Description: After an accident in conflicting magics, Harry Potter is sent to the past and into the arms of the native chief, Kaneonuskatew. He is quickly found to be a Mage and is tutored by Esther and Ayanna because of his violent magic.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and the Vampre Diaries and the Originals belong to Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec.

The Crossroads of Merlin

Chapter 6: Harry Potter

Edited: 24/05/2014


Harry Potter walked out of his shower and back into his adjoined bedroom, with a orange towel wrapped around his waist. His raven black hair was dripping wet and droplets of water ran down his strong chest. He looked around the same sight that had greeted him for the past few months; a light blue paint on the walls and a king sized bed in the middle with white furniture around it. It was his new home in a small settlement in Mystic Falls, Virginia. Harry quite enjoyed it here. He had, over the past year, been dodging his friends in the Wizarding World for some time now; he was a werewolf, a dark creature. No longer the image of pure good and light. Now the paragon for dark.

The only reason he was in this little town was because of his buddy and fellow werewolf Mason. Mason had left him a message asking him to look after his nephew, Tyler, and Harry had agreed. And now he was starting to regret it. He had been forever immortal since he had defeated Voldemort and had entered the transition to an immortal werewolf-mage hybrid.

Harry frowned and then proceeded to get dressed at the thought of Mason. The older man had helped him out and Harry owed it to him. Mason hadn't contacted Harry in a while and he was getting concerned. Harry pulled on his boxers and turned his head to the side and peered into his large walk in closet. His emerald gaze locked onto his tuxedo for this evening: it was black with a silver sheen and it had a dark green waist coat and tie. He looked at his brand new, shocking white shirt and shrugged it on before putting on some aftershave and deodorant. He then buttoned the dress shirt and he pulled on his tux. Twenty minutes later, Harry opened the case of a box and withdrew a face mask of elegant design and he smiled. Harry then pulled on his dark green, snake skin shoes. When he faced the mirror with his mask on, he had to admit that he himself was quite dashing. His wild hair contrasted with his slightly tanned and exposed skin, and his tux. The immortal hybrid looked toward his watch collection and picked out a diamond encrusted Rolex.

Harry grinned to himself before he strolled downstairs, grabbing a pair of keys from his key rack and headed toward the basement that coupled as a garage and study. Harry smiled as he headed over to his Aston Martin DB-5, the classical James Bond car, complete with the silver furnishing. He put the classical car into gear and drove off, down the gravel drive and onto the main road that lead on straight through to Mystic Falls, or rather, the Mayor's home; Lockwood Manor.

Harry looked around until he noticed his friends girl; Katherine talking to a young black woman. Harry made his way over.

"Harry!" Katherine said, the slight widening of her eyes giving away her surprise. "I didn't think you'd come." She said before sipping her wine.

"Well I didn't want to but I figured that I owe you one." Harry replied with a grin before taking her wine glass and refilling it and repeating his actions for the other woman. "Where are my manners?" He muttered to himself, eyeing the woman. "And your name, Love?" He held out his hand.

"Lucy." She replied, giving him her hand. Harry felt a grin tug at his mouth and he kissed her hand.

"A pleasure ... dance with me." He said. Lucy glanced at Katherine, who had a slight frown on her face. "Come on, Love, give us a chance." His thick, rich British accent shining through. Lucy hesitated but nonetheless acquiesced to his request and he led her to the dance floor.

"She certainly didn't want that." Lucy commented dryly, as they danced to a slow song.

"That is true." Harry nodded and then he paused. "She's asking for you; you better not keep me or her waiting." Lucy paused and looked at him.

"We haven't finished yet, Love." Lucy rolled her eyes at him and Harry walked away mingling as Katherine and Lucy started to talk. The immortal walked around, sipping a glass of bourbon and talking with the many guests. About ten minutes after Lucy left to talk to Katherine, he heard a voice.

"I know you." A masculine voice stated confusedly. Harry looked around and his eyes locked onto the form of Tyler Lockwood. "I mean, I've seen you around ... did you know my Uncle Mason?"

"He and I are friends, yes." Harry nodded. The dark eyes of Tyler locked onto his emerald green ones.

"Are you a werewolf too?" He asked quietly and Harry blinked in surprise.

"Mason told you." He grabbed Tyler's arm and pulled him aside and into the study. "And to answer your question, yes, I am a werewolf."

"Look, I don't wanna be like him, or you." Tyler said, eyes darting around frantically. "But I need to know more. Mason said you needed to kill someone to activate it. How do I stop that?"

Harry regarded him carefully before speaking. "Be careful kid, and don't make the same mistake that we did; we activated our curse through self-defense and that's the worse way to go." Harry shrugged. "Mason killed his best friend and I killed a murderer."

Tyler said nothing, simply absorbing the words. "I just wanna be normal." Tyler said at last and Harry nodded.

"And I would expect nothing less." Harry said and stood to leave, but he turned around. "But Tyler, I should warn you to be careful, especially tonight." The younger man nodded his head. "The fact that I know that something is going down tonight and my stomach is churning; can attest to that. But I believe that it has something to do with you."

"Tyler, it also might be good to try and get over Mason; the fact that he's been gone for so long after coming back is suspicious but I believe that he may be gone." Tyler said nothing. Harry walked up to him and slapped him on the back. "I need your word that you will at least think before you act, Tyler."

Tyler nodded. "You have my word." Harry smiled at him and then left the study of the late Richard Lockwood, leaving Tyler there to ponder his words. The immortal hybrid walked out of the house when a disgusting death smell infiltrated his nostrils. He growled and blurred to the vampire and grabbed it by the throat, pinning it to the wall of the house, away from prying eyes.

A young beautiful blonde girl with an oval shaped face and terrified blue eyes stared back at him.

-_-Flashback-_-

Harry blinked and looked around; he was dressed in basic and rough clothing from what he presumed to be the Middle Ages. The immortal hybrid slowly walked through the clearing he was in, slowly adapting and taking in the environment and his location. He pushed forward and his advanced hearing was able to pick up on soft footsteps behind him. He turned and felt his jaw drop, for there was a goddess smiling at him. He internally frowned when feelings of love and joy overwhelmed his senses and were situated around the goddess.

"There you are Hadrien." She smiled. "I was wondering were you got off to." Harry felt a smile tug at his lips and he tried, in vain, to do something about it but he couldn't.

"My apologies Rebekah." He apologized. "It was not my intention to make you worry." The girl smiled.

"Well, you as my husband, have been neglecting your duty to satisfy my needs, lover." Rebekah smirked and pouted in exaggeration.

Harry, no Hadrien simply chuckled. "Well, let's rectify that immediately." Rebekah giggled and Hadrien used his wolf speed to appear in front of her, making her jump.

"Rebekah Mikaelson, scared of some wind?" He teased her and she scoffed, entwining her arms around his strong neck.

"Hardly," She retorted, equally as playful, and a small smile was on her face.

"Good." Hadrien whispered. "Hold on tight." Harry felt his consciousness swim when he and his supposed wife were whisked off in the similar dusting teleportation that he had learned from his mentor.

-_-Flashback End-_-

Harry blinked at the blonde before he wandered away, looking for the bathroom. He did he hose-pipe deed and he was washing his hands when he heard some commotion on the second floor.

"You don't really think that you can kill me with that now, do you?" Katherine asked, a sneer on her lucious lips.

"No," The man smirked and nodded behind Katherine. "but he can."
She spun around and her eyes locked onto Harry's. Just then a dark blur was out of a nearby closet and a stake went flying through the air and his Katherine in the back. She gasped and looked at Harry in panic.

The other male rushed over and dug a stake through her arm. Harry growled slightly but didn't move a muscle. The two men are fighting a good fight with an angry Katherine. The 500 year-old vampire tried to stake the man with black hair but the tanned one tackles her to the floor and strangles her from behind. Katherine is trapped and can't move. The one with black hair bends down and attempts to stake her but a shout stopped him.

"Stop! You're hurting Elena! Everything you're doing to her is-" He was cut off when Harry blurred over and held him in a choke hold, a position that was good for him to snap his neck.

The men looked at him in shock. "Now, now lads ... didn't Daddy teach you manners?" Harry questioned amusedly. The black haired one growled but stood and the other followed his movements.

"Do you think that you two are the only ones with a witch on your side?" She demanded, a smirk of amusement on her face. "Or back up? I mean, one that isn't human?" She giggled and sat down on a couch, crossing her legs and waving an expertly carved stake around lazily; the same stake she had snatched from Damon moments ago. "Wrong and something tells me that my witch is better than your witch. And my backup is stronger than yours." Here a sneer was directed at the lad Harry had in a choke hold.

"I know one of you killed Mason; which one was it?" Harry asked. "Was it you, Damon? Or your little brother Stefan?" His hold tightened. "It is a simple enough question, mate; one that I require an answer to."

The Salvatore brothers shared a look before Stefan took a menacing step forward. "Let him go." He said dangerously.

"Sure!" Harry smirked, holding his hands high in a mocking way. "But first," Harry said, blurring over and snapping his neck. "Can't have the little farmers alerted to the wolves now can we?" He asked, an obvious reference to the boy who cried wolf.

Harry chuckled. "I'll leave you three in peace and quiet. But, Damon, this won't be the last time we see each other." He threatened.

"Oh I'm shaking in my boots." Damon retorted. Harry paused.

"You've been marked." He smirked before he vanished. He appeared outside near his car when a sudden twist of his neck killed him, temporarily.

Hours later, Harry groaned and he sighed as a sudden weakness enveloped him. Wolfsbane; just bloody brilliant. He opened his eyes fully, fighting back sleep and looked around. He was in the boot of a car and he was lying side by side with a human girl. 'Question was, what the fuck happened?'

Little did he know he would find the answer out soon.