I do not own Harry Potter, the Vampire Diaries, or the Secret Circle.

Chapter One:

Lily Potter looked around the cabin that she was currently staying in. It was one of her families homes that the used for during the summer months. James was having a boys night out with Sirius, Remus, and Peter and thus she was alone, but not for long. Lily had kept a secret lover for a few months now. James was a loving husband and more than capable in bed, but he had grown out of his fun-loving and adventurous persona after joining the auror corps for the ministry, something that was to be expected during a time of war. However he, like most pureblood males, was so conservative in bed that she was rarely pleased anymore and had gotten bored with the simple missionary style.

Her lover on the other hand was much more adventurous when it came to sex, often leaving her within inches of unconsciousness when they were finished. Of course, it wasn't all sex. Her lover had imparted on her a secret: he was a vampire. But not just any vampire, the first and oldest of them. He had asked her to find a way to break the sun and the moon curse and she had obliged. For the last few months she had been searching for something, anything that could be used to break the curse. And she had found it. A locator spell which allowed for a witch to find anything in the world with a vague description at the cost of being imprecise. She had narrowed it down to the eastern coast of the United States from northern Virginia to northern South Carolina inland until the Tennesse/Kentucky border. If what he had said was true then this would be the first major break in five hundred years.

Lily was broken out of her thoughts by a knock at the door. Smiling she walked over to the door and opened it expecting to see the smiling face of her lover but instead seeing the face of an middle aged man with graying black hair. "I'm sorry who are you" she asked kindly, if not a little annoyed that this man was ruining her life. "Klaus sent me" was all the man said in response.

"Where is he? Is he in trouble?"

"Klaus will not be coming tonight. He has grown tired of your repeated failures in trying to break the sun and the moon curse."

"But I haven't failed. I have a new clue."

But the man did not listen, instead he removed a revolver from his pocket and when Lily reached for her wand to disarm him he placed the barrel underneath his lower jaw, cocked it, and pulled the trigger, the sound of the gun and Lily's scream echoing through the air.

For the next hour or so Lily sat curled up in the foyer of the cabin looking at the corpse of the man who had delivered Klaus's message. She figured she should have known this day was coming, but she did not want to believe it. She looked at the charred remains of the locator spell she had done for Klaus, that ungrateful bastard.

That night she did not get much sleep. She had removed the evidence of the man being at the cabin but she saw everywhere now. He was the first person she had actually seen die in front of her. James came home late that night smelling like beer and tobacco, completely drunk. Lily simply levitated him into bed seething at how Klaus would leave her with a husband who would come home like this.

Ten Months Later

Lily looked down at the shocking child in her arms. At first she had thought him to James' the cycle was right. After being abandoned by Klaus she had slept with James again in order to try and feel whole again only to feel unsatisfied and depressed. However while the strands of dirty blonde hair on his head were close enough to her hair color there was a spark of something in his eyes, something that she had seen in Klaus's eyes that seemed to be his signature look. Lily knew he was Klaus's, but that should have been impossible. Klaus was an Original Vampire and thus unable to have children. Yet here he was, Harry, she had named him, lying in her arms asleep as though there was no problem. A true miracle baby.

Three Months Later

Lily rang the doorbell to her mother's house putting on the smile of a good daughter. Her mother, Elizabeth answered the door, smiling. "Lily, it is so nice to see you," her mother asked. "Where's Harry?" Lily sighed remembering the discussion she had had with Sirius. "He is spending the day with Sirius." Her mother's smile immediately vanished. She did not think that Sirius was a good influence, the fact that he had played a prank at Petunia and Vernon's wedding cemented that fact. "Sirius may be unruly and a massive prankster, but he is Harry's godfather and for all intents and purposes his uncle. He my turn Harry into a prankster, but he will be safe and alive" Lily said looking her mother in the eyes.

Lily looked around the den as her mother bustled around the kitchen making tea. "So how are things between you and James" Elizabeth asked. "They've been better," Lily said forcing a smile. "He's rarely home nowadays. The minister got off his as…" she trailed off as she saw her mother's unapproving stare. "Fine, backside and put together a strike team for emergencies. He's still a complete idiot." Lily took the cup of tea her mother offered her and asked "how have you been holding up?"

Lily's father, Mitchel, had been killed in a car crash while driving drunk. "It's hard," Elizabeth replied sipping her tea, "the family of the man he hit has been around, I had to call the police a few times. Other than that nothing has happened. Though there was this report that he police brought by." This caught Lily's interest "the coroner found metals from the car he hit in some of the wounds on his face, but the report said that the wounds he already started to heal. Is that possible, with magic I mean?"

Lily thought about it for a minute. "Healing spells, yeah there are some but that would insinuate that there was a witch or wizard there with him at the time and the witnesses didn't see anything. Of course there are memory charms but to erase the memory of an entire park full of people that is just…" Lily was interrupted by a series of sharp pops that came out of nowhere, the sound of apparition. "I thought you said that they weren't going to come" Elizabeth said. Lily looked puzzled as well, drawing her wand. Even if Sirius came with Harry and James showed up that would explain two cracks not the half a dozen that had occurred. Just as Lily got up out of her seat to check on the source of the cracks the window blew in showering them with glass and sending them to the floor.

As the rest of the wall as pulled outwards Lily could see the fully garbed Death Eaters that had been the cause of the apparition cracks. Looking around she couldn't see her mother as the force of the exploding window had propelled her chair backwards. "Well, well, well, boys, look at we have here. Potter's mudblood bitch" the one that was obviously the boss said enticing the others on. Lily felt around for her wand and saw it laying near the doorway, too far away for her to reach and most likely too far for her to run. Before she could try though she had been yanked off the floor by the Death Eater and when the killers wand was pressed to her throat she felt something in her hand. Looking down she saw it was a piece of glass, she must have grabbed onto it when she was pulled up. Just as the first syllable of the of a spell came off his lips Lily jammed the glass shard into the Death Eaters exposed throat.

When the Death Eater dropped to the floor, blood pouring out of his severed carotid artery, Lily likewise was dropped coughing and her vision going blurry. She felt as though her entire body was overheating. Looking up at the mirror that had previously hung on the wall that was now shattered on the floor she could see that her eyes, once bright green, were now dazzling gold. Wondering what was going on she was oblivious to the fact that the Death Eaters had gotten over their shock and were now advancing on her. At least until a bright purple thin light broke straight through the chest of one of the Death Eaters. Looking outside Lily could see the red robes of the aurors as they arrived on the scene subduing the Death Eaters by any means necessary. "Lily, Lily," James' voice resounded around in her head before she realized what was happening. As James brought Lily into his arms he said "oh, thank god you're all right."

But she was not all right. From her elevated position in James' arms she could see what was left of her mother. The glass from the window had embedded itself into her face and chest leaving her next to unrecognizable. Lily was inconsolable after this.

Present Day

Harry looked around his small and miserable room at Privet Drive. Placing Hedwig's cage on the nightstand by the window he collapsed on the bed thinking about how close he had been to getting away from this place for good if it wasn't for that piece of shit Pettigrew. In his rage he threw his book against the wall which earned him a yell from his anthropomorphic walrus of an uncle. However that was not necessarily a bad thing. "Boy listen up," his uncle had said that night at dinner, "I am going to a conference in France in two days. Your aunt and cousin are coming with me. I expect this house to be kept spotless while we are gone. Is that clear, boy?"

Two days later Harry placed him family's suitcases into the car and watched them drive down the street a feeling of happiness washing over him. He had thought that the day would be great. However his day was ruined when a knock at the door announced the arrival of Piers Polkis. "Hey, freak, Big D said that he was going to leave something for me" he said when Harry opened the door for him. "Well he didn't say anything to me about it" Harry said as he closed the door. Harry had closed the door when Piers had kicked it open. Jumping back and reaching for his wand at the sudden intrusion he watched Piers go up the stairs. As anger started to boil up inside him for ruining his chances of this being a peaceful week he ran after him.

He found Piers rummaging around in Dudley's room. "Where is it? Where is it" he was whispering as he threw things around. When he saw Harry standing at the door he pulled his knife out and yelled "where is it?" Confused Harry asked "where is what?"

"Do I look like I have time to play, Potter?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Dudley barrowed a comic book from me. A collector's addition. Where is it?"

"I don't know. Do you think that he tells me everything?"

Piers had run out of patience. Or at least that was he guessed when Piers had rushed him with the knife. Seeker reflexes had allowed him to reach out and grab Piers' wrists before the knife reached his chest. With surprising strength Harry managed to keep Piers from stabbing him. From the corner of his eye Harry saw a picture frame on a stand. Maneuvering his left hand so he could keep Piers at bay, Harry reached for the frame and once he had it in his hand, swung it at Piers' head where one of the points made contact with his head.

Piers immediately collapsed, falling down the stairs toppling head over heels. Right away Harry's entire body started to heat up. Looking across the hallway at the hung mirror he saw that his eyes were no longer green but bright gold and a startling heat he risen in his chest and spread throughout his body.

He didn't know how long he had sat huddled at the top of the stairs, an hour or so. As the realization that he had killed somebody settled in the heat that had originally felt as though it was incinerating him was now comforting. Finally he got up wiping away the tears from his face and a plan immediately started to form in his head. He walked out back to the tool shed and got a shovel. Digging an extended area to his aunt's garden he dug six whole feet. It was an intense job but seemed easy work compared to the normal chores he was given.

After the hole was dug he got out the tarp from the shed and rolled Piers' body onto it. With that done he did his best to remove the traces of the blood that was left over. By nightfall he had managed to make the staircase carpet void of blood and he had mended the door and picture frames with some superglue and some putty. He pulled the tarp out to the backyard and rolled Piers' corpse into the whole. Filling in the whole with dirt he placed the bulbs he would plant over the dead body in order to further hide the body.

That night Harry couldn't sleep. He had killed somebody and disposed of the body as though he was nothing but a piece of trash. Granted he was one of the people that had made his life hell, but Harry didn't want him dead, did he? The smell of his rotting flesh still stung his nose, though that shouldn't be possible as being six feet under was supposed to keep any scent from reaching the surface. When he finally did get to sleep it was early the next morning and only for a few hours.

Harry couldn't take it anymore. He had not gotten a decent night sleep or a productive job done since Piers' murder. He couldn't even go down the stairs without reliving it. He thought about where else he could go. The Burrow was one option, he would be welcome there but he hadn't been invited and it would be rude to show up unannounced. He had no idea where Hermione lived and he likewise hadn't been invited. The Leaky Cauldron was not his favorite place in the world, but it was an inn and somewhere else to go.

Stepping off the Knight Bus and getting his bearings he picked up Hedwig's empty cage, figured she would rather fly there, and entered the inn. The inn was hardly busy, a few people engaging in conversation here and there, once Tom had spotted he was wandered up to Harry and said "Mr. Potter, what a lovely surprise. What can I do for you?"

"I'm hoping you have a room available for me until the start of school."

"Not until the start of school no. I do however have a room available until the 23rd of August if you like."

"That will be fine, please."

Room 11 was a simple room with a wardrobe, bed, and attached bathroom. The only window in the room looked out over the muggle side of the building letting him see the muggles as they walked by. He had been staying at the Lucky Cauldron for four days now, people would no doubt be looking for Polkins, something Harry did indeed feel sorry for. The fact that he had killed someone was no longer the first thing that came to his thoughts when he woke up in the morning, in fact it no longer bothered him to the degree that it did originally.

Another thing that he had noticed was that since coming to the inn he had changed. He had noticed that he was starting to gain some muscle finally and his ribs no longer showed through his skin, in fact his entire body had become more muscle. He also seemed to have better eye sight. At first it was simply less foggy, but now he could read his potions textbook perfectly while holding it at an arm's length away.