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A/N: This story begins in Vampire Diaries Season 4 Episode 12.

In regards to Harry Potter universe, instead of Fem!Potter being born in July 31st1980, she is born July 31st2009 for the sake of my story.

Chapter 1:

"Nik! NIK!"

Klaus rolled his eyes from his spot in his art room where he stood painting on a canvas. He wasn't in the mood for another one of Rebekah's tantrums.

"Whatever is the matter this time? Did Salvatore refuse you again?" Klaus smirked at his little sister, knowing that she would take the bait. However, Klaus was surprised upon receiving no reply, when he wasn't on the unfortunate end of some snippy retort, or the beginning of a long-drawn, migraine-inducing argument or even when his tempestuous sister didn't start cursing up a storm. Instead, Klaus was met with a ringing silence, a silence that spoke louder than words.

The paintbrush stilled in his hand and Klaus tilted his head to the side to get a better look at his sister, instantly realizing the matter was serious.

"What is it Bekah? What happened?" he demanded, dropping his brush and appearing in front of her, taking in the frightened look coloring her attractive features, her eyes wide with unshed tears.

"It's Kol! He compelled Damon to kill Jeremy Gilbert! He wouldn't listen to me, I told him to leave them alone… he's going over there right now to burn the Gilbert's home if they don't invited him in," Rebekah exclaimed.

"Idiot! I told him to leave them be and to let them deal with the hunter," Klaus growled.

But Rebekah wasn't done yet. "That's not all, Nik. He took the white oak stake with him!"

Klaus' face clouded with an amalgamation of fear and anger. "You stay here, I can't have anything happen to you. I'll go stop this madness," he turned and started to make his way out of the room.

"It can kill you too, Nik. I'm coming with you." When Klaus opened his mouth to argue, Rebekah stubbornly insisted, "With three Originals they won't have a chance!"

Reluctantly, he nodded and they made their way over to the Gilbert's just in time to see the hunter about to stab his little brother with the white oak stake, his brother who reeked of vervain and was being held down by Elena and Stefan.

"STOP!" Klaus roared. That action alone shocked the Gilbert siblings and Stefan in their place. "You drive that stake through my brother's heart and I'll make sure to burn this town to the ground," he snarled through gritted teeth, glaring at them menacingly.

"He started it!" Elena yelled, glaring at Klaus with fire in her eyes. "He compelled Damon to kill my brother, then he came over to threaten us! We had no choice but to stop him!"

"I'll deal with my brother. Right now I want you to hand over the white oak stake and let go of Kol," Klaus stressed, each and every word laced with menace. When they didn't move an inch, he roared, "NOW! Unless, of course, you want all your loved ones dead."

"How do we know we can trust you," Jeremy spat, the stake still in his hand and held threateningly over Kol's heart.

Not allowing his gaze to stray from the Hunter, Klaus addressed his sister, "Rebekah darling. Bring me Damon Salvatore. Have Kol here remove his compulsion."

Rebekah flashed to the Boarding house immediately, and Klaus switched his gaze to his brother, who had thankfully not dared to open his mouth with his usual scathing remarks.

"Killing Kol may remove the compulsion on your brother," Klaus now addressed Stefan. "But you are forgetting that there are three other Originals around, and if you kill Kol, I'll drain you of vervain and compel all of you to tear out your own heart! Don't test me. Now, give me the white oak stake and release my brother!"

Slowly, almost in slow motion, Jeremy walked over to Klaus and handed over the white oak stake, promptly followed by Stefan and Elena releasing their strong grip on Kol.

"Wonderful timing brother," Kol smirked, but he faltered at the expressionn of pure rage displayed on Klaus' face.

"You don't talk!" Klaus proceeded to tuck the white oak stake into his pocket, and at that moment, Rebekah arrived with Damon and to his surprise Bonnie Bennett in tow.

"The witch was standing guard," Rebekah explained with a half roll of her eyes. "Said she didn't trust me and insisted on tagging along."

"Did she now?" Klaus smirked at Bonnie who glared at him. Looking over at Kol, he growled impatiently, his tolerance depleted, "Well? What are you waiting for?"

Kol rolled his eyes and approached Damon, successfully removing his compulsion. Damon sagged in relief and flashed into the house to join his Stefan, Elena and Jeremy.

Vehemently taken aback, Elena gasped, "You were actually being honest?"

"You know, I may be the villain here, but we made a deal to work together. I never back out on my promises, you should know that by now," Klaus snarled in exasperation.

The split-second those words emanated from Klaus' mouth, a violent wind picked up in the room; a wind so strong, it dragged Klaus and Rebekah into the Gilbert's home – a house they had never been given explicit permission to enter.

"Wha- how? You weren't invited in," Elena stared horror-struck at the two Originals, both of whom looked equally confused.

"Nik, what's happening?" Rebekah cried, her hand automatically reaching out to grasp his wrist.

Klaus glared at Bonnie, "Witch! Cease this magic this instant!"

Bonnie looked bewilderedly at everyone who had been staring at her in shock; all of them wondering what Bonnie had planned.

"It's not me! I-I'm not doing anything," Bonnie adamantly shook her head, looking completely freaked out at the moment.

Everyone gaped when Elijah and Caroline materialized beside them.

"Elijah-"

"What the hell is going on?" Caroline screeched, planting herself between Bonnie and Elena.

The house was in turmoil. The wind morphed into a mini tornado, but what shocked them to their core, was that only the vampires, Jeremy and Bonnie were affected by it; all the objects and furniture in the house lay untouched in their place. The electricity began crackling, the lights flickering on and off, before they were surrounded by complete darkness, and they felt a tug, like an invisible hook had grabbed ahold of them.

The next thing the eight vampires, hunter and lone witch knew, they were being swept away by the tornado, their bodies rotating in a dizzying motion, and their heads spinning.

After around five excruciatingly long minutes that seemed like forever, everything stilled around them, and the ten beings dropped down on the floor, attempting to rid themselves of the vertigo feeling they were all suffering from.

Klaus was the first to gather himself and stand on his feet, unwilling to admit to weakness especially around his enemies, and after blinking his eyes and staggering straight, he scrutinized their surroundings, his field of vision consumed by the lurid colors, and peculiar blend of red, blue, gold and bronze that decorated the walls and floor tiles.

"Where the bloody hell are we?" Rebekah demanded, grabbing onto her Klaus' hand for support as she shakily got to her feet, her other hand clutching onto her head. At Rebekah's question, the other eight started to slowly get up and look around their surroundings with a mixture of fear, uncertainty and curiosity.

"What's with the clashing colors?" Caroline wrinkled her nose, eyes wide on the décor.

"Who cares about the interior design, Barbie!" Damon snapped, staring at Caroline incredulously, "I think the more important question is who brought us here and why?"

It was a comical sight to behold as, one by one, the eight vampires and Jeremy stared at Bonnie with inquiring eyes as though she held the answers to their perplexing dilemma. Bonnie glared in return and snapped, "Why the hell are you all looking at me for? I didn't do this?"

"Maybe," an ethereal masculine voice spoke, prompting the ten supernatural individuals to whirl around so fast, the feeling of vertigo threatened to make a hasty comeback. "Maybe we could provide answers to your inquiries if you direct them at us."

The jovial and gruff baritone belonged to a handsome man; he had auburn hair and beard, sapphire blue eyes that sparkled with mirth and very masculine features with a built body that looked to be made of nothing but muscles. He was dressed in weird clothing that looked to be medieval in the colors of red and gold and he had a ruby sword strapped to his belt.

Quiet footsteps resonated as a tall, statuesque woman approached and stood by the redhead's side; she was gorgeous with long raven hair that cascaded to her waist, lavender eyes, prominent cheekbones and aquiline features. She was dressed in the same archaic style as the man, but in the colors of blue and bronze and her body was well-curved as she stood with excellent posture. She looked to be a formidable woman.

"Who are you? Why have you brought us here?" Klaus growled menacingly. "Do you know who I am?!"

"Niklaus Mikaelson, fourth child of Esther Mikaelson. Your adopted father is Mikael and your biological father is Ansel, werewolf and Alpha. You are the younger half-brother to Freya, Finn and Elijah Mikaelson, and the older half-brother to Kol, Rebekah and Henrik Mikaelson," the women articulately and confidently declared as she squarely met the Hybrid's glare. Everyone stared at her in shock, and Klaus found himself at a loss for words – nobody but his siblings knew of Freya's name, or even Ansel.

The woman looked unaffected by the bemused and few suspicious looks she was garnering and proceeded with her spiel, "You are over a thousand years old, and have spent the entirety of your immortal life searching for a way to break the curse your mother, Esther, had placed on you, binding your werewolf genes. Also, you spent over a thousand years running away from Mikael, who made it his personal mission to kill you. Recently, you have succeeded to break the Hybrid Curse and unleash your werewolf side, making you a true hybrid, the Original Hybrid. Did I leave anything out? I was merely giving an abridged version."

"Whoa!" Damon, Jeremy and Caroline gasped.

Everyone stared agape at the woman.

The man clad in red and gold stared at the woman in amusement, "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Ro."

"Oh come now, Ric, did you honestly expect me to walk into this blindly," she sounded a mixture of adamant and amused. "I am not anything but thorough when it comes to research."

"So you know everything about all of us?" Caroline timidly inquired.

"Of course," the woman appeared scandalized at the question and the man couldn't help but break out into laughter, his loud guffaws vibrating against the walls.

"The poor girl was merely asking Ro, she meant not to insult your intelligence," the man smiled at the woman fondly.

"So… Ric and Ro?" skepticism could be heard in Damon's rhetoric statement, prompting the others to roll their eyes and emit a few groans – leave it to Damon to insult and probably piss off powerful beings.

But they didn't look insulted. On the contrary, the man named Ric grinned at him, "I was wondering when you would open that trap of yours." Now Damon looked insulted while the others except Klaus and Elijah, laughed.

"Why have you brought us here?" Klaus demanded, having finally gotten over his shock.

"Who are you, witches?" Elijah studied them with a curious eye; Bonnie perked up at that, her orbs alight with intrigue.

"How rude of us. I, am Godric Gryffindor, and this-" he gestured grandly at the dark-haired woman with entrancing lavender eyes, who merely offered them a stiff nod, "-is my lovely wife, Rowena Ravenclaw. We are, what you call a wizard and a witch."

"You mean warlock?" Bonnie arched an eyebrow at him.

"No, Bonnie Sheila Bennett," Rowena refuted, a mystical quality in her tone. "Wizard, as in those who use wands; we are wand-wielders, and we do not answer to the spirits of our ancestors, nor are we restrained by Nature like your kind are."

"Wand-wielders? I have never heard of or come across your people in all my life," Kol frowned at them. Kol was a friend, despite his 'abomination' status, to many witches, and spent a lot of time traveling alongside them as he deeply respected them and what they could do since, before his mother turned him and his siblings, he was a child prodigy in the practice of magic.

"That's because we are hidden. We do not allow ourselves to be seen or known," Godric shortly explained.

"You mean there are more of you?" Stefan asked.

Pride evident on her stern features, Rowena responded, "Thousands. Maybe even a million."

"Preposterous!" Klaus scoffed. "You'll excuse me if I find that hard to believe."

"Believe it, Niklaus Mikaelson, for the magic wielded and the power exerted to bring you and your companions here was not simple and could not be done by the likes of Miss Bennett," Rowena sternly rebuked him.

"What do you mean?" Elijah edged closer to his sister in case he needed to protect her; he could tell that those two were not to be trifled with and his brothers and Damon Salvatore had a gift for angering the wrong people.

"Well, we are… how can I put this lightly, dear?" Godric turned to his wife, amusement coloring his handsome features.

"Dead," she bluntly revealed.

The other ten looked at them dumbfounded.

"If you are spirits, then how are you solid?" Rebekah breathed out, unlike everyone else, she believed them, and of course that would prompt her brothers to accuse her of being gullible, but her instincts were screaming at her not to mess with them.

Godric sent her a cheeky smile, "That is a complicated brand of magic. We had to go through many channels and take advantage of quite a few loopholes. However, we have been dead for over a thousand years."

"What do you want with us? I mean, there is a reason we were brought here, right?" Jeremy cut straight to the point.

Rowena smiled at him, the first smile they had seen on her since her appearance. "Oh, I told you he was not only brave, Ric. The boy is smart, he would have done well in my house." Jeremy looked torn between affront and pride. "Yes, we have brought you here for a reason. We would like to ask for a big favor from all of you, but know this… it is not simple and it won't be an easy task, even for you," she cryptically and ominously divulged, her gaze mostly focused on the Mikaelson siblings.

"And why should we offer our aid? I fail to see what's in it for us," Klaus sneered, glaring viciously at the two assumed deceased wand-wielders.

Godric's gaze never once left Klaus' blue-green eyes. "Because helping us, helps you. All of you," he revealed, as cryptic as his wife.

"We don't need, nor do we want any help!" the Hybrid snapped, his patience wearing thin.

"Hmm, are you absolutely certain?" Rowena looked skeptically at him, an eyebrow raised in a challenge. "Because it seems to me, that you are all desperate for help. Your brothers and sister tiptoe around you, trying their hardest not to anger you lest they end up daggered in coffins," those words had Elijah, Kol and Rebekah gaping at Rowena in shock, while Klaus' jaw tautened. Rowena however, continued on with her speech, "The others look for a way to rid you from their life without killing themselves in the process. You kill and slaughter innocents simply because you can, bringing the ire of your mother and the witches' spirits upon you. And you, you Niklaus Mikaelson try to hide your true feelings behind a cold iron mask and a seemingly unfeeling heart, when all you truly want is to belong, all you truly want is for no one to betray you, to stick with you through thick and thin and never be alone."

"Daggering your siblings to keep them safe from Mikael and to prevent them from ever leaving you, while if you just trusted them and worked together, events would have transpired much differently," Godric softly took over.

"You feel hurt by your mother's betrayal and from the lack of love from your step-father, that you have made yourself into this cold monster," Rowena concluded, not in the least bit terrified or intimidated by the expression of bloody murder Klaus was projecting at them.

Awkwardly clearing his throat, Elijah spoke up, "What are you proposing? I confess myself confused."

Grim-faced, Godric elucidated, "Our world, our community and its people, are in danger. Grave danger. We have taken many glimpses into the future, and what we have seen is staggering. My wife and I, along with some powerful friends on the Other Side pooled our powers to bring you here and ask for help. Are you willing to offer us your aid?"

Skeptical, Rebekah took the words right out of Klaus and Kol's mouths, "How does helping you, help us?"

"If we help you, that is. Slow down your horse, Blondie," Damon butted in with an eye roll.

"Always and Forever. Am I right?" Rowena's orbs flickered between the four Originals, all of whom stiffened at those three simple words that held so much meaning to them.

"Family means everything to you, doesn't it?" Godric slyly probed.

"If you don't return us, I will tear out your livers and feed it to you!" Klaus threatened, glaring daggers at the deceased couple.

"You could try," Rowena looked utterly bored as her lavender eyes collided with Klaus' blue-green ones. "Over a year ago, you took part in a little affair with one Lily Potter, am I correct?"

Klaus stilled, his whole body tensed as he glowered at the insufferable woman that didn't have the decency to cower at his mere presence.

"Lily Potter? Who the hell is she?" Rebekah demanded.

Everyone stared curiously at how every time the name was uttered, Klaus flinched slightly and his jaw would tense.

"No one," he spat. "She was merely a mistake… a little fun I had when I journeyed to England before my arrival at Mystic Falls."

"Hmmm, perhaps," Godric drawled. "Whether you help us or not, you will see what we brought you here to see, and we shall start in the past," as the words left Godric's mouth, he waved his hand and muttered an incantation before disappearing along with Rowena.

"Whoa! Come back, what the hell-" Caroline gasped as they flashed away from the blue-red room and found themselves to be standing in the interior of a cozy house.

Klaus gasped upon seeing a familiar redhead with a pair of enchanting green eyes that instantaneously captured his attention.

"Who is she, Niklaus?" Elijah asked curiously, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder upon seeing his disturbed reaction.

"That Elijah, is Lily Potter," Klaus managed to say, donning his neutral mask.

Bonnie was in awe, "They did say they were bringing us to the past… I have never heard of this sort of magic before."

"Shh, she's about to say something," Caroline's hands flapped in a silencing motion and all ten of them listened curiously as the redhead opened her mouth to talk to a man with a head of messy raven hair and hazel eyes behind glasses.

A/N:So what do you think? I'm currently writing the second chapter, so expect it out soon.

Dear Readers, to those who have already read this story and is re-reading it, I edited it! You'll probably notice that I changed the fate of the White Oak Stake? Upon writing it, it completely slipped my mind that it was created/altered by Esther to be incapable of being destroyed. So, yeah…

R&R