Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal. – William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude.

A Dance with Death

Book One of 'Mayhem and Magic' Trilogy

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Two lonely souls find each other in the woods and open each other's eyes to new worlds. These two individuals are plagued with death, but will they both survive when death comes for them?

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Daria Sidorchuk as Hela Potter

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Nathaniel Buzolic as Kol Mikaelson

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Emma Watson as Hermione Granger

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Rupert Grint as Ronald Weasley

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Demi Moore as Andromeda Tonks

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Joseph Morgan as Niklaus Mikaelson

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Daniel Gillies as Elijah Mikaelson

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Claire Holt as Rebekah Mikaelson

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A Dance with Death by Isabelnecessaryonabicycle

Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters, ideas and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators or producers of any media franchise or the comics associated with Harry Potter and The Vampire Diaries / The Originals. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Chapter One: The Parting of Ways

Chills ran through her as her eyes darted between the two people who'd stuck by her for six years. Despite the ups and downs and the many times which she felt betrayed by Ron, she'd always thought they'd become stronger in their friendship. But as the heavy sound of rain pounded outside the air rang heavy. Something seemed to be tipping over the edge, she didn't know if the locket was the cause or if it was just Ron expressing his true feelings. But this silence was squeezing at her heart, she gritted her teeth together and blinked away the tears that threatened to fall. All the excitement that Hermione and she had felt just minutes earlier had washed away, Ron dragging them both down to his level.

"Why are you still here, then?" She narrowed her eyes at the boy who'd been her first ever friend.

Ron stood up from the bunk and towered over her. "Search me." He scoffed and his blue eyes narrowed on her.

"Go home then." Heat ran through her, a steady anger filling her. Why did he always do this? Didn't he realise how important this mission was? They were fighting to end this war, and he wanted to go home to a false sense of security? What good would putting his head in the sand do?

"Yeah, maybe I will!" He shouted at her, marching over to her and staring down with a twisted grimace on his face. "Didn't you hear what they said about my sister?" Ron brought up, her hands clenched into fists that shook by her sides. "But you don't give a rat's fart, do you, it's only the Forbidden Forest, Hela I've-Faced-Worse Potter doesn't care what happened to her in there – well, I do, all right, giant spiders and mental stuff-"

"She's safer with Hagrid than she would be with any Death Eater teachers, I can't imagine what Snape is letting them get away with!" She spat at him, angered by the thought that he didn't think she cared what was happening to Ginny, Luna and Neville and all the other students stuck at Hogwarts. "At least we know Hagrid isn't torturing them-"

"Yeah, I get it, but you don't care!" Ron interrupted her, she saw Hermione's head darting between them as their argument got more heated. "And what about the rest of my family, 'the Weasleys don't need another kid injured', did you hear that?"

"George lost an ear! You've supposedly got spattergroit!" She scowled at him as he stared down her nose at her. He scoffed and gave her a look that reminded her heavily of Malfoy's look of superiority. Both of them stubborn in their ways.

"She's right, Ron!" Hermione walked up to them and stared at him with imploring brown eyes. "I don't think it means anything new has happened, anything we don't already know about. I'm sure that's all they meant-"

"Oh, you're sure, are you?" Ron battered Hermione's hand that raised to touch his arm, he turned his furious blue eyes on her. "Right then, well, I won't bother myself about them. It's all right for you, isn't it, with your parents safely out of the way-"

She took a staggered step back in shock, her eyes wide and her mouth hang open in outrage. "MY PARENTS ARE DEAD!" She shouted at him, anger coursed through her veins at his disregard. At him constantly waving away how she was an orphan, that she had no family unlike him. That she'd rather have a family than anything else in the world and he took his for granted all the time. "Sirius is dead. I have no family, but you've never cared about that have you?" She bellowed. "No, Ron Weasley only cares about himself!"

"And mine could go the same way!" Ron yelled back.

"Then GO!" She took a threatening step towards him and angrily pointed at the tent's door. "Go back to them, pretend you've got over your spattergroit and eat like a pig and then bury you're head in the sand like the rest of the sheep!" Her curls shook around her head lifting up to an invisible wind. "Go hug you're Mummy and know that I've never got that privilege!" Ron's face became red and he made a sudden step towards her, before his foot had touched the ground her wand was pointed at his face. The glare of her face daring him to try. "Step one step closer, I dare you!"

"Protego!" Hermione cried before Ron could make up his mind, a shimmering shield created a wall between them. The air rippled with the strength of the spell, the physical divide between them now representing their emotional bond breaking. Something felt over. Like it had all boiled down to this, it was like the last puzzle piece of Ron that fit into place and she didn't like the image that was now clear to her. All the betrayal, all of his brush offs about her hate for fame and money that had come about because of her parent's deaths and his disregard to her want of family. She just felt done with him.

"Leave the Horcrux." She told him her wand down by leg in a tight grip. She watched as he tugged the locket over his head and threw it on a chair. She watched his reaction waiting for some sort of change, one last hope that maybe she wouldn't lose someone else. But her heart stuttered as he instead turned towards Hermione with a raised eyebrow and expectant look on his face that chilled her to the core.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione frowned at his question, her nails dug into her palms as she realised he was going to try to persuade Hermione to leave with him. Her heart pounded, racing in her chest.

"Are you staying, or what?"

"I…" Tears blurred her vision as Hermione's face fell. She watched her friend intently, wondering who she was going to stick with. If she was going to be left alone, with no one. Again. "Yes, yes I'm staying. Ron, we said we'd go with Hela, we said we'd help-"

She breathed out in relief, love for Hermione's never-ending friendship causing her to untense. Her hand that didn't hold her wand unclenched from the fist it had formed. "I get it. You choose her." Ron stomped out of the tent not bothering to pick anything of his up as he got caught in the pouring rain, his footsteps squelching in the mud.

"Ron, no – please – come back, come back!" She watched Hermione run after him. The tent was silent as they both left her by herself. She could hear Hermione's voice getting fainter and fainter as she shouted Ron's name. Minutes passed as she waited for Hermione to return, with or without Ron. She busied herself by putting her wand back into her wand holster, picking up the Horcrux and instead of putting it back around her neck she placed it in the mokeskin pouch that Hagrid had given her for the seventieth birthday. Her head kept darting towards the tent flap waiting as she busied herself by tidying up their meagre dinner. But Hermione didn't return.

Hela spent what felt like hours staring at the ceiling of the tent waiting for footsteps, waiting for the only person who had never betrayed her. In the end she had to curl up underneath the covers and convince herself Hermione would only come back when she wasn't watching. Perhaps her friend wanted time to herself, so her eyes closed and she forced herself to sleep.

Hermione hadn't returned by the next morning. The tent was empty. She wasn't outside, she wasn't hiding in the tent, she couldn't find her anywhere around the camp. And that's when Hela had to face the facts. Ron had probably persuaded Hermione to leave with him, and Hermione had left. Otherwise why else would she take so long to come back? And now she was alone, Hela had to do everything by herself. It all rested on her shoulders to save the world. Fuck.

She'd never felt so alone. She'd gotten a taste of people caring about her when she entered the Wizarding world all those years ago, but she was now more alone than ever. At least when she'd been living with the Dursely's she'd had their consistent relationship, that despite all the threats of throwing her out they still kept her for some reason. But now she felt like her heart was shattering to pieces, Hermione and Ron leaving her voluntary… Sirius dying due to her mistake. Luna, Ginny and Neville so far out of reach. Remus in a never-ending war with himself, constantly standing in his own way and corning himself off from everyone. And the last words she'd said to him, shouted at him, never knowing if it'd be the last time they saw each other. Destroying relationships where ever she stepped.

She went about her morning, taking longer to pack up camp in the vain hope Hermione would return. Hermione had always been there for her, she couldn't believe that her best friend would just turn her back on her. The silence hung heavy in the air, she'd grown used to living with the two of them that it felt suffocating to be by herself. She desperately wished for Hedwig's presence, for companionship. No one appeared though, not when she brought the tent down, not when she took down the spells, not when she stood in place and looked around. Hermione's beaded bag swung by her side as she tried to follow the nearly washed away foot prints until they stopped. There was no other path to follow, they'd really left her.

"Fine." She nodded to herself, accepting she now had to survive on her own. The whole world now rested on her shoulders. Her thoughts ran wild as she thought of the possible places she could now go. But she had to face facts, she didn't know camping areas like Hermione did so faced with her limiting options she disapparated and arrived back in the first forest Hermione had taken them to. Not wanting to just unpack in the same space and wallow by herself she decided on a direction and wandered off. She explored the area, taking the time to appreciate nature. To numb herself to her broken heart and distract herself with something else.

She ran into a couple of muggle hikers who pointed her towards a waterfall and she spent hours next to the heavy water falling drowning out her loneliness. She brought out a couple of Hermione's books on spells and studied, reading and then practicing when she realised no one was around. She put up a muggle-repelling charm just in case. The rush of magic sent a rush of elation through her and she realised that she should have been doing this all along. Practicing magic, there was no doubt there was going to be some sort of fight in the future and she needed to be prepared. Voldemort and his followers already had so many years of experience than her.

Being by herself her thoughts wandered, thinking of everything she needed to accomplish. Where the other Horcrux's could be. Her thought's stuck to Hogwarts as being a number one candidate, but where would Voldemort hide it? It couldn't be easily found, it had to be someplace where he thought it was safe. Probably some where he thought he alone had found. Her mind stopped, recalling the Room of Requirement. Perhaps…?

She took out a piece of blank parchment, noting down her thoughts.

Diary - destroyed

Ring - destroyed

Locket – need to destroy

Hufflepuff cup

Snake

Unknown (something of Ravenclaw's?)

Six. She frowned, tracing her hand writing, and the seventh piece lay within Voldemort. That's what Dumbledore had said. Who she'd have to kill. Kill like she'd killed Quirrell, like the basilisk. Thoughts of the basilisk brought back the conversation they'd overheard about the sword. Gryffindor's sword would be needed to destroy the remaining Horcruxes. But she couldn't think of any reasonable locations Dumbledore could have hidden it, it was possible he'd given it to another member of the Order of the Phoenix for safe keeping and Hela would never know until she ran into them. This was practically doomed for failure, wasn't it?

Or maybe she could sneak into the Chamber of Secrets again and grab one of the fangs from the basilisk corpse. But how would she get into the castle that was bound to be patrolled by Death Eaters? Maybe she could use the map along with the cloak, sneak inside and make her way to Myrtle's bathroom and then sneak out. Like a spy. Geez, Fred and George would have a better plan.

She shook these thoughts away, took down the spell covering the area and went in the direction the hiker couple had been walking in. Perhaps there was a town nearby and she could go by supplies. She cast a couple of transfigurations on herself, changing the colour of her hair and eyes, a glamour spell covering her scar and changing clothes so the hikers from earlier wouldn't recognise her if she did manage to run into them again.

She manages it somehow, eyes pass over her and she stocks up on food. It all feels really easy. She wonders why they didn't think to do this before. Then she remembers her friends have never had to fight to survive like she has, they've never had to live without food for a couple of days. They don't know how to think out of the box like a survivalist. They've never had to learn to lock pick so they could sneak out and get food from the kitchen. She'd been overpowered by Hermione's driven force; Hermione's I know best attitude. Despite being the only one who could cook out of the three of them, the only one who had lived without a parental figure and thus had to persist despite how cut off the Dursleys had made her. Hermione's upbringing had made her want to prove herself and take control over all areas, they'd stuck to finding food from the areas where they'd camped. So now she was relying on herself, her old habits having popped back up, she spent a couple of days switching camping grounds by walking around the area.

The days carried on, and Hela realised she'd never felt so alone. At least at the Dursley's she'd had them there, despite the times they'd ignored her or put her to work. Loneliness started to eat at her and she started pondering leaving and never coming back. What if she just left the Wizarding World to sort out itself? Left it to the adult's as Molly Weasley kept insisting. Start over somewhere else. But then flashes of faces of everyone she knew ran through her mind, reminding her of everyone she could help, everyone who could wind up dead if she left. There were still some people who'd never broken her apart.

So, she disapparated and appeared somewhere else.

Author Note: New story! This one has been on my mind for years and I'm really excited to share it with everyone, so I hope you enjoy!