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 10: The Alpha and the Degenerates


Harry Potter stared at Elijah, attempting to process his long tale, from a subtle glance at the clock, revealing it to be five in the morning. He blinked and continued to stare until...

"WHAT?!" Harry shouted, scrambling to his feet. "I'm gonna say I'm surprised that you lasted this long with dementia settling; your completely rabid!" Harry spat, glaring in denial, but he knew what Elijah had told him was true, about the fact that he was a true reincarnation of a man that Elijah's sister, Rebekah, was in love with when the Original Family were human.

Elijah scoffed. "I am not crazy." He said seriously. "I also know that you are rarely taken for a fool, Hadrian-"

"Harry." He cut in. "The name Hadrian was the one thing that set me free in my youth, but it is too old-ish now."

Elijah nodded and continued on as if there were no interruption. "As I was saying, you can tell I am not lying; can't you?" He asked.

Harry flinched, growing annoyed as the Original picked out his bluff. "Is that all you came here for?" Harry sneered. "Looking for an ally?" The immortal hybrid scoffed. "Let's get this straight, I may look like Hadrien and my ancestor from the renaissance; but don't think that I am; your kind hunted mine into oblivion leech."

"But tell me something, Elijah," Harry said. "If you knew my past lives at all, truly knew them; then I guess you know I can be a vindictive little bastard when the need arises." The cold and dark emerald eyes locked on the oak brown of Elijah's. "Now get the hell out of my house." He said. Elijah said nothing but left with a whoosh of air.


Harry lay awake on his comfy king-sized bed, staring up at his ceiling, upon which a charm was cast; similar to the charm on the roof in the Great Hall in Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was nearly time for dinner but Harry wasn't hungry. He stared, seemingly mesmerized as he followed the Dog Star constellation with his emerald eyes.

And then his phone rang, the default ring tone for his iPhone sounding out his thoughts. Harry groaned audibly and grabbed the device before he placed it to his ear.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Harry, listen man, that girl that Mason knows has asked to meet with me." Tyler said.

"And?" Harry prompted, sitting up.

"And I want you to come with."

There was a brief pause.

"Yeah okay." Harry smirked. "When and where?"

"In like ten minutes and at the Grill." Tyler responded, and now Harry heard the sound of a vehicle.

"See you there." Harry said before hanging up. The immortal hybrid grabbed a black leather jacket before he dusted on over to the males cubicle, inside the Mystic Grill's public toilets. He shrugged to himself, brushing off invisible dust.

He walked out and spotted Tyler walking over to Jules. Harry quickly made his way over and took the seat next to Tyler, glaring at Jules who glared back.

"What are you doing here?" She growled.

Harry smirked. "Back up, Love." He drawled

She turned to Tyler, who was watching them with a confused crinkle on his forehead, with a scoff. "Ignore the loner, Tyler." She commanded.

"Thank you for coming." She said after a beat of silence.

Tyler shrugged, wanting this over and done with quickly so he could grill his somewhat of a werewolf mentor and friend. "So what do you want from me?"

Jules smiled secretly. "Just to be your friend. Mason would have wanted that."

Harry scoffed. "How would some little girl like you know what was best for Mason?" He demanded. "You didn't care about him, you wanted to control him. For the pack."

"Wait hold up." Tyler said, staring at the two. "She's a werewolf too?"

"Oh yeah." Jules smirked. "I also know that your one, and I know that your little friend, Caroline?" Harry glared at her, feeling strangely protective of the young vampire. "Yeah, she's a vampire."

"How do you know about Caroline?" Tyler demanded.

Jules know looked a little uneasy. "You can't sniff them out?" She asked, surprised.

"He's new Jules, not possible yet." Harry sighed warily.

"Oh my god. How many times have you turned?" She asked, looking flustered.

Again Tyler doesn't answer and from the disdainful glance Harry shot her, he wasn't going to be helpful either.

"Hey, I can help you." Jules said, and Harry growled in warning.

"He already has help, but I'll let him choose, free will and all." Harry said before he stood up and stormed out of the Grill. He knew he was being childish but he didn't care. Harry frowned before dusting back into the bathroom and extending his hearing.

"Do you know where Mason is?" He heard Tyler ask. Poor kid's still in denial.

"He's dead, Tyler. He was murdered." Jules replied. Harry narrowed his eyes; how did she know?

"No." Tyler denied.

"You want to know who murdered him?" Jules said, seizing her chance.

"Just stop." Tyler pleaded.

"Your little blond vampire did." Jules stated arrogantly. But Harry knew different, she knew the person who killed him and Harry had his own suspicions on who actually did the deed.

"No, Caroline would never do this." Tyler said again, once more denying the statement.

"She and her little vampires friends were behind it, Tyler." Jules said. Harry growled lowly, what a manipulative little bitch.

"Caroline is the only vampire in town." Tyler said confusedly.

Jules laughed. "Is that what she told you? You mean the great Harry Potter, one of the true Alpha's, hasn't told you there are more? They both lied, this town is crawling with vampires but don't worry your pretty little head about it; we'll get them."

"Who are you?" Tyler asked, his voice filled with a violent rage.

"I'm your friend, more of a friend than Harry Potter that's for sure." She said. "There are others like us and they're on their way."

She must mean Brady and their pack, Harry frowned. Brady and Harry didn't exactly get along; they hated each other with a rich passion. Harry hated the man because Brady had killed children, due to a mistake on the immortal hybrid's part, when he asked if a werewolf bite can turn another, shortly after his transition. Brady had just been itching to try it out. No-one knew why Brady hated Harry but many had asked and, more often than not, their necks were snapped as a result.

It was trouble for that particular werewolf to come here, Harry vowed. And then a poof of dust declared his teleportation away from the Grill.


Harry was in his bath when his phone started to ring. The immortal hybrid sighed before stepping up out of tub and walked to his bed on which his phone rested. He sighed as he look at it, Tyler.

"What?" He asked as he answered the phone.

"Jules told me about you, why didn't you tell me about the other vampires in Mystic Falls?" Tyler demanded angrily.

Harry frowned. "Because it wasn't relevant at the time and now thanks to that little bitch, you have questions that I would've preferred for you to have later on. Now be quiet, how fast can you get to the house?" Harry asked as he walked back into the bathroom and pulled the plug out of the bath.

The answer was the doorbell. Harry paused before hanging up the phone and pulling on a pair of boxers and pajama bottoms. The immortal hybrid then made his way downstairs.

The doorbell was rung again. And again, and again. And then three more times in quick succession until Harry opened the door to reveal the betrayed and hurt Tyler. "Ty, what - what's wrong?" Harry asked in concern.

"Did you know about my uncle Mason being killed by Damon and Stefan Salvatore?" Tyler asked bluntly, wanted this to be dead and buried.

"I told you Ty, when I first got here, Mason was dead, now some bird from Florida shows up claiming him to be dead and you believe her?" Harry demanded, slightly annoyed, angry and upset. "But I suspected the matter, I didn't tell you because I had no irrefutable evidence to substantiate my claims." Tyler said nothing and then Harry stopped speaking all-together.

"What has that vile little bitch said to you?" Harry asked coolly.

Tyler didn't so much as flinch at the tone. "A lot." He said stiffly. "Did Caroline know?" He asked.

"Tyler, from what I can speculate if Caroline had told you about the existence of two other vamps in town, then Damon would've killed her too." Harry said softly.

Tyler nodded before he punched him in the face. Harry, expecting the blow simply absorbed it before sighing and looking at the cub. "That was for lying and betraying me." Tyler said before he stormed out of the house.

Harry sighed and closed the door behind him, good job there Potter. He shook his head before going upstairs and falling on his bed.


Harry is sitting in the Grill when vampire Ripper extraordinaire, Stefan Salvatore sat opposite him. Harry looked at him in surprise.

"Stefan Salvatore," The Englishman eyed the vampire. "Your reputation precedes you." He offered with a small smile.

"Wish I could say the same." Stefan smiled tightly. "Your little puppy, Tyler, said something to Caroline that suggested I come to you with the problem of Jules." Stefan said, eyes carefully assessing Harry. "Know anything about that?"

"I might." Harry allowed with a smirk before he sipped his beer. "She's causing problems for me, in time you too." Harry said before leaning forward. "Fourteen years ago, I activated my werewolf curse, but before that I was a warlock." Harry explained. Stefan inched closer, his eyes watching Harry carefully and absorbing the tale. "In England, werewolves are made when a wolf bites another non-infected human being, and when I had recently turned I found a pack in Florida. Jules' pack. I asked if you could turn someone if you bite them."

"Can you?" Stefan asked. Harry shook his head no.

"People who can are well and truly cursed, they are cursed by magic instead of inheriting it through genes. Anyway, there was this guy, Brady, and I told him of a wolf who bit little kids to turn them against their parents and raise them from a young age as werewolves and well Brady seemed to like the idea so he experimented on Halloween." Harry said quietly. Stefan seemed disturbed. "His actions ignited a little feud between he and I and we are still at each others throats to this day, if Jules' is bringing Brady, then the entire pack will come."

"Well we need to stop it then, Damon, Caroline and I can't hold off a pack of werewolves." Stefan said, even though it pained him to admit it.

"I know but here's the thing, when I became immortal, I gained the ability to change at will and control my wolf form." Harry told the vampire.

"Yeah I know I saw you when you attacked Elijah." Stefan informed Harry with a small smile.

Harry chuckled. "I was pissed off and had been kidnapped and neck snapped, I needed something to lash out at." Stefan chuckled.

"Anyway, for some reason, Jules' is obsessed with Tyler so we need to get him away from them and fast. And if the need arises I'll stand by you." Harry said, standing up and placing ten dollars on the table.

"Come on." He said walking to the bathroom.

Stefan followed after him confused. "Wait why are you going in the -" Harry grabbed hold of Stefan's arm and dusted into the Lockwood Mansion's dining room.

"What was that?" Stefan gasped. Harry smirked at the doubled over vampire.

"Ask me no questions Mr Salvatore, and I shall tell you no lies." He returned cheerfully. Stefan groaned before he gathered his bearings.

"He's in the study." Stefan said, walking forward. Harry nodded and followed after the wincing vampire.

"After you." He said and the vampire entered. Tyler was sitting behind the desk on his dad's computer, but when Stefan entered he jumped to his feet and attempted to look threatening. Stefan immediately noticed this.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, I just want to talk." Stefan said soothingly.

"Then why did you break in?" Tyler scoffed disbelievingly, eyes suspicious.

"We-uh, didn't Ty," Harry said sheepishly, "We dusted in." Tyler just blinked and looked at Stefan.

"We, teleported." Stefan nodded. "Besides, if I'd knocked would you have let me in?" Tyler said nothing.

"Tyler?" Carol Lockwood's voice asked from the front door. Tyler glanced at the immortal hybrid and the vampire before making a run for it, but Stefan grabbed him and pushed the new werewolf into Richard Lockwood's desk, fangs extended and veins running up into his eyes.

Stefan shushed him, fangs scraping across his lips as he spoke. "Not a word." He warned.

"Tyler, I'm leaving for the memorial. Tyler?" Silence answered Carol Lockwood and then the door opened and closed and then a car drove away. One look at Tyler was all Harry needed: he was happy his mother was out of the house but now he was all alone.

"Release him Stefan." Harry said after a tense silence, helping himself to a glass of scotch. "Maybe we're getting off on the wrong foot, here." Harry continued, handing out three glasses of scotch.

They both accepted. "What happened to Mason?"

"Tyler, there's a lot for us to talk about." Stefan said walking forward. Tyler attempted a halfhearted move to shove past Stefan and leave but failed.

"I wouldn't do that. Without a full moon, you're no match for me." Stefan smirked at the young wolf knowing he had him. "Look, about Caroline, no matter what her flaws are, when push comes to shove, you're gonna want that girl on your side." Stefan said compassionately.

"She's your friend, stop being a dick to her." Harry smirked at Tyler. "Trust me, you'll need back up."

"Last time I trusted you I got a knife in my back." Tyler snarled. "I thought vampires hated werewolves." Tyler said to Stefan far more calmly than Harry.

"That's some sort of leftover idea from another time. It doesn't have to be that way anymore. We go to the same school, we have the same friends. we keep the same secrets. This can work, Tyler. I mean, it's your home, it's my home too. I want this to work." Stefan explained to the young wolf.

"Can't be any fairer than that, the only thing is that, if you agree, I could probably train you to control you're transformation." Harry offered. "However, to do so you need to forget about Ju-"

Tyler's mobile cut off Harry by it's loud ringtone. Stefan and Harry stared at Tyler who stared back, no fear. He then accepted the call and screamed, "Help, help!" Harry snatched the phone from his hand and crushed it in his own with a sneer on his face.

"Who's number was that?" Stefan demanded, grabbing Tyler's collar.

"That Stefan," Harry said as he laid a hand on Stefan's shoulder. "Was our friendly neighbourhood psycho-werewolf."

Stefan growled. "Damn it Tyler! I'm trying to save your life, can't you see that?" Stefan sneered. Stefan let go of Tyler and sat down on the couch while Harry remained standing.

"You want to be friends, great, we're friends. Will you go now?" He asked pointedly.

Stefan sighed warily. "I don't know what else to say to you Tyler. I came back to this town because I wanted a life, I wanted to exist where I could have friends and where I could build a family. I have that here, we can both have that."

"And I made a promise to Mason." Harry shrugged, rogue grin in place. Before anyone could speak, Stefan's phone rang.

"It's Caroline." Was all he said before he pressed the green button. "Hey. Is everything okay?" He asked as Tyler and Harry watched him curiously.

However, the perky blonde vampire's voice didn't sound through the speaker's; Jules' did.

"That depends. How badly do you want to keep her alive?"

Harry hijacked the phone from Stefan's hands easily. "Jules love, you crazy sociopath." Harry jeered into the phone.

"Potter. Sorry about turning your little puppy against you." She retorted and Tyler frowned. "Working with vampires I see." She commented.

"Shut up!" Harry said aggressively. "Where's Caroline?" He demanded.

"Where's Tyler?" She returned.

"He's upstairs taking a bath." Harry growled. "I'll tell him to call the funeral service when he gets out." Tyler and Stefan stared at Harry, seemingly gob smacked.

"You and that leech made a mistake. I'm gonna give you a chance to fix it, with your hearts intact." She spat.

"Oh really sweetheart? And what do you think you can do to me exactly? Kill me? Sick your mutt on me?" Harry scoffed. "I don't think so love. Now tell me exactly where that girl is or I'll make sure you watch as I rip your little lover's insides out of him." He threatened.

"Whoa." Tyler whispered in shock.

"Relax, she's right here." There was a pause. "I can see that your fond of her. Do you want proof?" Harry said nothing.

There was footsteps and then Jules said, "He needs proof."

There was a gunshot and then screams of agony.

"What's happening?!" Tyler demanded as a look of deadly and feral rage clouded the face of the normally kind-hearted Potter.

"Hurt her again and you're dead." Harry said quietly, his tone dropping several octaves and even Stefan shook slightly. A quiet Harry Potter was worse than a screaming one.

"I hurt her again, and she's dead. Bring Tyler to me, the clearing by Wickery Falls. You have 20 minutes until she dies..." Jules voice broke and then the line went dead.

Harry breathed heavily before he roared in a rage and threw the phone at the wall at a fast speed, and he threw it so hard, it exploded through the wall. Harry growled before he ordered Stefan to contact Damon. The immortal hybrid was angry and he wanted blood.


I'm back ahahaha yay! Sorry about the wait but I was like spending time in Egypt with my girlfriend and I just lost track of time and when I did sit down to write I had no muse ahaha but I won't be updating regularly maybe every couple of months sorry my friends, and thank you for sticking by me. And apologies for the cliffhanger ;)