Hi All!
Thanks for the reviews, the likes, the favourites and the followers! We are sorry for not replying…but thank you all and keep on loving the story! As a thank you and to celebrate the first episode of season two coming out (we have yet to download it because we live in Australia), here's another chapter! And also, we are sorry for the long arse author's note…
Now, we have decided the pairings and after much arguing and furious texts, we have decided a Klaus & Hermione pairing and an Elijah & Ivy pairing…we played around with the idea of a Klaus & Ivy, but they are both tempremental people that both will just kill each other because of their tempers, whereas Hermione, though she can have a temper, is more mild-mannered and will balance him out…we hope and as for Elijah…well, he's Elijah…need we say more?
Now, we were going to do a slow burn for these characters but bNd went on a bit of a writing spree this weekend and basically the chapters are writing themselves…but there will be tension, there will be moments where you will go 'OMG JUST KISS ALREADY!' like what the show did with Elijah and Hayley…now on that front, we have decided that Elijah will bond with her, but in the way of a sister…and that those moments that happen on the show between those two, well, we have a plan and the same goes with the moments that happened between Klaus and Cami…And as for who Hayley ends up with…well, we have a plan, and we like it, but who knows…*cackles gleefully* Also, there is a phone conversation between Rebekah and Elijah that might be a little confusing, as in the show, Klaus staked Rebekah and stuck her in a coffin for 90 years, but here, well, it's a little different…but trust us, all will be explained in chapters to come…
Anyhow, we own nothing…JK Rowling and the creators of the Originals/Vampire diaries do…if we did own them…oh the possibilities…and we had to write some of the dialogue from the show, which will happen in future chapters as well, because there are parts of this show that we love and we want in the story…but will twist them so that the match with Ivy and Hermione and make them more enjoyable and more our story…So, enjoy!
Love bNd & rw007…
Chapter Three:
"Sophie, slow down…I know you want to find your sister, but just try to be calm." Ivy panted as she raced after Sophie, who wasn't listening.
Ivy sighed and continued to race after the raven-haired woman who seemed to be on a mission. The pair kept walking, reaching an alleyway and continued to walk down the alleyway, where they came across a small crowd of people and Ivy recognised them as witches. She then gasped when she saw a body on the ground, her hands tied and the throat slashed. Sophie cried out when saw that it was Jane. She race to her sister's body and collapsed beside it, tears falling down her face.
Ivy looked around at the group, who were in tears and holding candles for their fallen sister. She stared at the body of Jane and could feel her own tears. She wasn't crying for Jane, though she was sad that the woman was dead, but she was crying because of her own predicament as she remembered when she lost the people close to her. Seeing Jane's body brought back memories and not happy ones either. She could feel eyes on her and she looked up, seeing that the other witches were staring at her, wondering what she was doing there.
"She's a friend…she knows about us…" Sophie whispered as she laid her hand on Jane's head. The other witches nodded and looked back at Jane and proceeded to place candles around her body.
She didn't know how long there were all standing there, crying of the fallen witch, but suddenly she heard a wolf whistle and look up. She paled at the sight of the group coming towards them.
Vampires…
The group of witches clustered together, forming a tight circle around Jane's body. Sophie stood up and walked to the front, with Ivy coming to stand behind her. She was standing next to a black woman who was wearing some sort of strange turban on her head, but she shook her head and then decided to pull out her wand from the pocket of her jacket. The black woman stared in shock at the dark-haired beauty, and then placed a hand on Ivy's shoulder, indicating for Ivy not to pull out her wand. Ivy nodded and placed her arms by her side. The vampires came closer and the group of witches broke apart as a dark-skinned man made his way towards the crowd.
"Well, well, well…what have we here? I gotta tell you Soph, this street corner is not proving to be the luckiest spot for your family tonight." Spoke the dark skinned man. The vampires growled at the group, causing the witches to gasp. Ivy tugged her jacket tighter, resisting the urge to pull out her wand. The black-skinned woman placed her hand back on Ivy's shoulder, leaning her head closer to Ivy's ear.
"Not yet…if Marcel finds out about you, who knows what he could do. Just keep your wand hidden, dear wand-wielder…for now." The woman whispered to her.
Ivy nodded and turned back to the scene. Meanwhile, from a balcony above the corner, the dark-haired vampire called Elijah, and who was watching the scene, had stiffened when he heard the word 'wand-wielder' and scanned the crowd, searching for her. He wondered if any of the other vampires heard the word, but relaxed as it was only him that heard it. He had come across the wand-wielding witches a few times in his life and knew how special they were. He know some of their history and how they were hunted because of their connection to magic, and that they were the most powerful kind of witches, even more powerful than his own mother, and she was an Original Witch. He had yet to lay eyes on the wand-wielder before him, and he knew that that needed she would need to be protected, for she was a being of pure magic. He shook his head and proceeded to watch the scene before him.
"We're putting her to rest, Marcel…Leave us alone." Sophie growled at Marcel. Ivy sighed, becoming worried when Marcel started to smile.
"I never said that you could move the body…As a matter of fact, I left her here for a reason." He spoke, walking around the group. "To send a message…If anybody here is thinking of joining some kind of rebellion, my rules state that witches can't practice magic in the quarter, and yet a little birdie informed me that Jane-Anne was cooking up something magically delicious."
He smirked as he looked around. "Oh, yeah, while I have you, quick Q and A. My uh, old friend, the hybrid, Klaus, he just happened to show up out of the blue. Asking for, of all people, Jane-Anne…Any idea why?"
Sophie shook her head. "I don't know, witches don't get involved in vampire business."
Marcel nodded. "Hm…that would be pretty stupid, that's for sure."
He walked over Sophie and stood behind her. "Tell you what, go back to the restaurant, cook up some of that famous gumbo…keep those tourists happy…take the body."
Everyone gasped, Sophie turned around to face him. "What?! No, stop! Stop! Marcel!"
A vampire grabbed Sophie as she attempted to fight Marcel for her sister. The black woman held Ivy back as Ivy wanted to pull her wand out and blast the lot of them, but held back as the black woman shook her head. She continued to watch Sophie fight her sister's body, saying that they needed to bury the body so that Jane could be at peace, but Marcel had walked off, replying that he was going to hold on to the body if Sophie remembered why Klaus was here. The vampires followed suit, walking away with Jane's body in tow. The vampire holding Sophie let go of her and blurred off, leaving just the witches and Ivy behind. Sophie collapsed to the ground in despair, and Ivy wanted to comfort her but she stood back, just watching. She looked around the group and saw that some were old witches, some where young. Among the group was the black woman who held her back, along with another, a younger black-skinned woman wearing a yellow blouse and she was looking up and around, as if she was searching for something.
"We will get her body back, my dear, it is not the end." The elder black woman spoke to Sophie, placing a hand on her shoulder. Sophie nodded and stood up.
"Meanwhile, care to tell me what a wand-wielder is doing here?" the elder woman asked.
Sophie froze, looking at Ivy, who grimaced. "She is here to help us Agnes…she means no harm."
Agnes nodded. "Oh I know that…in fact, she wanted to help, but I stopped her. Come dear, don't be shy, and introduce yourself."
Ivy sighed and waved at the group, who were looking at her in awe. "Hullo…I'm Ivy James…witch…well, wand-wielder…pleasure to meet you all."
The group continued to stare at her and she shifted, feeling uncomfortable at the attention. She then remembered Hermione and how she needed to tell her about tonight's events. She knew that she shouldn't use her magic in front the other witches, for she didn't know how they would react, or if the vampires were gone, but she had to warn Hermione. She sighed and making a quick decision, she pulled out her wand, at which everyone stood back, staring at her in fear.
"Oh no no…I'm not here to hurt you!" She quickly said which made the witches relax. "I need to send a message to my friend."
"But you can't…magic is banned in the Quarter." The younger black woman spoke.
"It's okay Sabine; she's masked herself so that no-one can detect her using magic. So she's free to practice." Sophie explained. Ivy nodded and smiled at her, then closed her eyes, trying to think of a happy memory. She smiled when she remembered the time at Christmas many years ago; surrounded by the Weasley family and Fred had just blown up the lemon meringue pie that Mrs Weasley made that morning.
She opened her eyes and chanted. "Expecto Patronum…"
Everyone around her gasped as her stag emerged itself from her wand and ran around the group, causing some of the witches to shriek, whereas Agnes, Sabine and Sophie stared at her and the patronus in awe and the stag stopped in front of Ivy, who placed a hand on the patronus.
"I need you to relay a message to Hermione. Tell her that Jane is dead, and that I will be home soon, to explain everything to her. Also tell her to be cautious when walking home. That is all for now, and take this message to Hermione." She told the stag and it nodded its head, leaping away from the group and disappearing behind a wall.
The witches gasped at the sight and turned back to Ivy, still staring at her in wonder. Agnes smiled at the girl and turned to Sabine, who had a similar look on her face.
"Well, I think we've a way to use magic without letting Marcel know." Sabine said, sending shivers down Ivy's spine.
Ivy felt confident in her decision to trust Sophie and to help and the other witches, but there was something about Sabine that wasn't quite right, and she didn't like it, nor did she like the way Sabine was looking at her. She was beginning to regret her decision coming to New Orleans. But as she felt the eyes of the witches on her, she could also feel that something else was watching her. She turned her head to look around, but didn't see anything.
"Come on Ivy, let's head back to the restaurant…" Sophie told her as she grabbed Ivy's arm softly and started to walk back to the restaurant. She could still feel those eyes on her.
Meanwhile, high above on the same balcony, the vampire Elijah was in awe of the wand-wielder and how she managed to do magic with a wand. It was truly a sight to see an object of pure magic wield her wand was now even more determined to protect her. Although it could only the back of her, he could a certain connection to her and wanted to protect her. He had the young woman introduce herself as Ivy James and also heard the name Hermione mentioned and wondered if it was the same Hermione working in the bar and if it was, he needed to get to both of them. He too, didn't like the way the both Agnes and Sabine was looking at the wand-wielder.
His lip curled as he saw Sophie leading the woman back down the alleyway, with the other witches following them and he blurred of the balcony, pulling out his phone to call his sister. He walked the streets of New Orleans, seeing the sights and checking out the people. He smiled when he heard the posh tone of his sister's voice and told her about his coming to New Orleans and Klaus's dilemma, deciding to save the best for. After chatting about their brother and Elijah's attempts at trying to coax his sister into coming to New Orleans, he knew that she would come after he told her about the wand-wielder. He knew about her past with them, for she had friends who wand-wielders, but were long gone.
"Sister, please, it would be essential…I haven't told you the best part yet." Elijah told her.
"What, you've finally found a witch to kill Klaus, because that would make my day…"
Elijah rolled his eyes at his sister's honest remark. "No, but I have found a witch…not just any witch, a wand-wielder."
"Say that again…you've found a wand-wielder? Where?"
"Here, in New Orleans…and I think we need to protect them both, as I don't like the way some of the witches were staring at the young girl…Ivy I think her name is. We need to protect both her and Hermione, the girl's sister. I believe she may be a wand-wielder too." Elijah said.
"Why so interested in them? I mean, they are more than capable of protecting themselves against any threat…you remember my friend and her husband, do you not? Why do we need to protect them?"
Elijah sighed. His sister can really be a dumb blonde sometimes. "Yes I remember, but if Marcel were to find out about the wand-wielders, who knows what he will do, Rebekah…And the witches, will since they can't use magic and are forbidden to, their only choice is through the wand-wielders, which makes them targets."
"I see…"
"As you very well know sister, they were hunted for their magic, which is even more powerful than the likes of the witches we know. While Quarter witches here practice ancestral magic, the wand-wielders are pure magic themselves, which makes them more vulnerable…It is no wonder why they went in hiding. I, like you, knew a few of them in my time…Do you remember, sister, a certain Nicklaus Flamal? He was a close friend of the family before he passed… and I remember what happened to your friends, and how they died by the hand of that maniac, Lord Voldemort…"
"Yes, I remember…obsessed with us and finding immortality without the vampire qualities and as for…my friends, well I couldn't do much because by then, Klaus had tracked me down and stuck me in a box…again….Ugh, fine, but don't expect me to be happy about coming to New Orleans…If I see Klaus, I will snap his pretty Hybrid neck…"
Elijah smiled. He knew exactly how to rile up his sister.
Later that night, at their apartment, both Ivy and Hermione were in bed. Ivy told Hermione about the events that happened earlier in the night and Hermione felt sad for Sophie, knowing what it was like to lose someone you love. Ivy also told Hermione about the witches Agnes and Sabine and told her to keep a close eye out for the two, knowing that they were bad business. Hermione told Ivy about her experience with the vampire Elijah and how he was charming.
"So charming in fact, I wanted to hex the pants of him." Hermione was saying to Ivy, who was giggling.
"So did you?" Ivy teased her friend.
Hermione gasped dramatically. "I did nothing of the sort…and besides not my type…"
Hermione looked down at her hands in her lap and started thinking about the blonde-haired man.
"Oh I know that look…you've taken a fancy to someone. So what is he? A wizard? A muggle? Or maybe, it's a vampire!" Ivy teased.
"Ivianna, shut up! I have not!" Hermione quickly said, her cheeks blushing.
"Oh you have! Really? Already? That was quick, we've only been here a few days…so tell me who is he?" Ivy demanded, sitting up and staring at the blonde.
"It's no-one and I will probably never see him again…anyway, go to sleep, we have work tomorrow."
"Sure…sure…" Ivy mumbled.
"Ivy, what did the witches say to you? When they found out what we are?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing, just stared at me…maybe it was a bad idea telling them about our magic…they don't know about you just yet but knowing Sophie she might tell them…" Ivy whispered.
"Well, that plan to keep our magic a secret went out the window the moment Jane touched your hand…and besides, they would have found out about us eventually…and what's with this business with Jane and the hybrid Klaus? What's up with that? I mean, what exactly did she do that warranted her death?" Hermione asked.
Ivy sighed. "I don't know…Perhaps Sophie will tell us eventually…Anyway, all we have to do now, is protect ourselves from that Marcel, because if he finds out about us, who knows what he will do…"
Later the next day, in the late afternoon, both Ivy and Hermione showed up to the bar to start their shift for the night. Ivy, dressed in pair of dark muggle light blue jeans, a long sleeved blouse, a pair of dark-brown boots with ruffles on the side and a brown cotton jacket, looked around the bar to see if Sophie was there. Hermione, who was wearing a short white muggle cotton dress that ruffles on the bottom plus a thin brown belt around the waist, a dark green cotton no-sleeved sweater with the buttons undone and a pair of brown boats, had also scanned the bar for Sophie. They didn't know just what to expect as they hadn't had the chance to speak to Sophie, but the two women were surprised to Sophie in the kitchen, getting ready to make her famous gumbo for the nights' dinner. Hermione looked to Ivy and walked behind the bar, leaving Ivy to confront Sophie. Ivy walked to the kitchen to see that Sophie was collecting the ingredients to make the gumbo.
"Sophie, you shouldn't be here. You should be grieving, or resting…one of the two." Ivy murmured.
Sophie shook her head. "I can't bury my sister or get her body back, so I'm doing the next best thing, which is to lose myself in work and grieve in the best way I know how…cook…"
"Sophie…" Ivy began.
"No, Ivy, I know that you are worried, but I hardly know you and right now, this is the best way for me. I know that both you and Hermione are there, but please, let me do what I know best?" Sophie pleaded, looking at Ivy with sad eyes.
Ivy nodded. "Sure…but know this, if it's anything, both Hermione and myself know what it's like to lose your love ones…more so than most…I mean, when you're in the middle of a Wizarding war you lose a lot people…"
Sophie frowned. "Wizarding war?"
Ivy shook her head. "Another story for another day…anyway, just know, we are here for you. It's not easy…it's painful, bloody heart wrenching, but I've learnt that with time, that wound will start to heal, but when you least expect it. Both Hermione and myself, we are still grieving, but we hope that one day we will be able to face our memories, and say goodbye, but it's hard…that journey of healing…I'm not quite there myself, but I look forward to the day when I do, because only then I will know peace."
Sophie nodded. "Such wise words for someone so young…"
Ivy smiled. "Let's just say I had a rather interesting upbringing…"
"I see…well, I better get to making gumbo…if we are to have dinner customers." Sophie said, and Ivy nodded and began to leave the kitchen before Sophie spoke her name. She turned around to face Sophie.
"Thank you, Ivy…for that…thank you."
Ivy nodded and then frowned when Sophie gasped. She turned around and came face to face with a blonde-haired vampire.
"Hello love…"