Warning: This has future slash and Het, the usual deaths that come with Mystic Falls and slight bashing of some characters.

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter or Vampire Diaries.

Prologue:

A Harbinger of Evil

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes

- Shakespeare.

Thursday 10th September, 2009

In a small town in the central of Virginia, the usual idyllic atmosphere was disrupted by an air of excitement, summer might be over but that meant little when autumn was already at the doorstep.

Mystic Falls was a picturesque in the southern US ripe with history and culture, with a population who was very proud and pleased to boast such a fact, it was not just one of many towns in Virginia but one with an illustrious Founder's Council that had prevailed to this day and was home to many festivals and balls each season.

This early Autumn day was no different, the 6,923 soul town in central Virginia had shed it's usually sleepy cloak once more for another of it's vaunted traditional events, and was abuzz with activity. In the grip of strong southern women and the Historical Society the town had been polished to show the best side of it's face for the large event. Working like a well oiled machine, in the shortest of time the town square had been transformed to it's full glory with decorations and lights put up in record time, with printing machines glowing hot as they spewed flier after flier.

The entire population had gathered in the town square celebrating their 'Night of the Comet' festival in honor of the return of the comet that had graced the skies shortly after the towns founding. Chatter was loud as people enjoyed themselves as they waited for dusk to fall and the celestial event to be seen for the first time since 145 years. People gathered with friends and family as they laughed and talked and children were running around with their faces painted.

Yes all was right in small town Virginia as they celebrated and welcomed the new season of events ahead.

No one noticed the figure among many who had remained silent and watchful through it all, eyes seemed to just slide over their person when one looked their way and it was as if they weren't even there... yet they were, and their blank eyes lingered on select individuals with an unsettling intensity. A figure that, by the time the candles were handed out, was gone.

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While all attention was drawn to the festival and to the skies above, no one realised something far more interesting was taking place just around the metaphorical corner, where no street or town lights touched, concealed within a sea of trees.

Far from the center of activity that was the town square at the far reaches of the town, lay a property that most had forgotten existed or belonged to the town. While large and exceptionaly beautiful parcel of land, it garnered little attention as it was largely wooded surrounded by more thick dark woods and lay so close to the far border that it barely qualified as part of the town, only the fact that it had - until recently - belonged to the Mayor and been in the Founding families since the inception insuring it's inclusion.

Few knew it existed as they had little cause to visit, which, on this night, was mercilessly being made use of.

In the only part of the property not covered by trees, was a large flat field that had underwent a drastic change in the past months; long grass had been flattened and earth disturbed as construction had started on a cellar and foundations, the left side of the large clearing was completely covered by huge stacks of bricks and stones and a huge tarp covering a mountain of beams and other woods, all in all a massive load of raw materials ready for use that looked like it was enough to supply an entire street. The bright yellow machines were lined up and even a mobile crane was parked to the side, in other words it was a fully functional construction site, that one would not expect stumbling upon during a hike during the woods.

But today was different from all the days and nights before.

What had clearly been a of structure of bare brickwork in the middle of construction when the workers left early afternoon, didn't look like it now as it was clearly the site of something very curious tonight.

Multiple small pyres were scattered on the land between machines, materials and trees, billowing white smoke that engulfed the entire clearing until the scent of burned herbs was strong and the smoke hung in the air creating a slight fog, creating a rather mystical, downright sinister effect atmosphere as it never escaped the confines of the field.

It looked like something out of a movie and the charged atmosphere of complete silence would not have been a miss at a graveyard and would have fit right into the witchy vibe the place gave off. It wasn't enough that visibility was low but there where the center that could only be anticipated was a peculiar sight, a faint glow tinted the smoke liquid silver as it hung over a indistinct formation of shapes that was just as out of place as this smokey fog on this cloudless dry evening.

There was just this tension in the air despite it being completely void of life that had a shiver racing down anyone who would be unfortunate to witness it.

But then who would there be? They were all far to focused on the clump of ice and snow trapped in it's orbit and the festival in it's honour, to notice much else other than their own personal dramas.

It was this scene that the figure from before entered at complete ease, having extracted themselves from the crowd expertly, the figure was now content to leisurely walk straight through the salt circle, playfully batting aside the redirection and muggle repellent charms. Clad in dark jeans and a leather jacket over a hoody the figure could be one among many without attracting even the slightest attention, it was only the thick old grimmoire cradled in one arm that contradicted the modern look.

Shedding the leather jacket and discarding it to the side in favour of more maneuverability, not needing it as the air was far from the chill that was a British Autumn, the individual with questionable intentions stepped over the the low brick wall emerging from the solid foundation and toward said mysterious curiosity.

A length of thin pale wood appearing from their sleeve, slipping into their palm the tip igniting and illuminating the white surroundings in a pale light. The smooth length of wood was guided through the evening air in swift precise movements, and a moment later dozens of lit candles appeared from thin air, casting about their golden glow.

Cracking open the the massive leather bound tome, a finger traced the dark ink as the relevant passage was read over once more, making sure there was nothing left forgotten.

It was said powerful celestial events were best served during the initial establishing, the rarer the better, and a comet that returned after 145 years and had preluded the spilling of much magical and mundane blood upon it's last turn certainly fit the bill. Lucky them that one just happened to pass through.

Having lain the massive salt ring around the perimeter beforehand and burned sage, rosemary and lavender since sunset, the area was already cleansed of any lingering and unwanted influences from those meddlesome 'Servants of Nature'. Uptight bitches.

As the fiery trail of blue appeared on the horizon, they set the grimmoire aside and jumped to their feet, picking their way over a low brick wall that appeared to be the beginnings of the inner-patio-to-be, the formation became clear for the first time. There in the center on a large mound of fertile soil from this land, lay a large gem-like shiny stone the size of a head that had decidedly not been there hours ago when the workers left. It was a magnificent sight especially as it seamed to absorb the golden candle light and possess it's own innate glimmer, the effect only enhanced by the three others of it's type set about it in a triangle formation.

Smaller in size, they were positioned as follows; one in the east on a tall, thin pedestal with a tiny surface area raised high in the sky representing air, one at the very south was laid in a metal bowl of embers and wreathed in flames making it glow a fiery orange, and the last at the west point was submerged in a bowl of the purest of water from a spring flowing naturally from far beneath the site. Everything was specified for the optimum effect.

From overhead the muted rushing of the approaching comet could be heard as it burned it's way across the sky, disturbing the tranquility of the dusk, it stirred the power in the earth and trees rose in response.

Teeth were bared in an anticipatory grin, the comet itself may have nothing to do with blood shed but only a fool would discount it's sheer might and quality as a power source and the response it elicited from the land soaked in supernatural blood since a good 1000 years ago, supernatural death always left a mark and with the overwhelming might of the celestial behemoth it's dormant power was drawn forth.

And a fool they were not. They were not ignorant enough to let such a delightful treat go unappreciated.

Slicing into the smooth palm with a curved dagger of goblin silver, they watched the cut appear and blood well as it spilled from the wound and dripped onto the stone below, coating it liberally in their blood.

They withdrew their hand when the polished stone lit up, the crimson liquid showcasing the until then inconspicuous array of runes etched upon it's surface, the magic contained in the blood starting the ritual and enabling the gem to absorb the blood until it shone fiery crimson. Seven more drops were spilt on the other three as that was all the blood sacrifice they required to follow suit, and with a single pass of the wand and the cut was healed. With satisfaction they watched as the magical gems hummed in harmony, their magical senses picking up a unique ring from each working in concert, as they resonated with the luminous rock of ice streaking across the night sky.

With closed eyes they waited, listening to the powerful symphony.

When the comet reached it's zenith directly above, two pale hands shot out to cradled the center piece, pouring vast amounts of their own magic into it, forcefully directing the gathered magic and tugging at the celestial power, dragging it in. The blood coated stone flashed brightly from ruby to a fiery crimson and it felt like clutching a piece of molten rock, the heat and accompanying pain was so intense that blood spilled down their chin as they bit their lip, yet they did not let go. Finally after what felt like an eternity it became unbearable and a small scream left abused lips as it could be repressed no longer, the sheer agony needing some type of release.

The agonized screech rang through the still night air only amplified by the swallowing quietness of the woods. They did not worry.

There was no one around to hear or see him with them all gathered in the town square lighting their candles. Even that pair of campers that had been skulking around in the vicinity had been so courteously removed for them. Vampires and their inherent lack of restraint did have some uses after all.

How fortunate, as any other magic wards would have been torn down like rice paper by the sheer volume of magical output.

Besides people in this town were too absorbed in their own drama and gossip to come this far out especially now that these nasty murders had the deputies and the 'secret' Council in a tizzy. A sharp smirk curved their lips as their mind filled with the images and foreknowledge of what was to come.

Sign of great calamity indeed, the figure idly wondered if they were counted within that even if they had been here months earlier quietly observing...waiting for the fun to begin...

To be honest, they actually felt sorry for the poor inhabitants of Mystic Falls who had no idea what the future had in store for them.

It was probably Karma for robbing dozens of Vampires of all their land and possessions and then burning them in a church to validate their claim. What goes around comes around, and after 145 years of relative peace karma was going to be a bitch.

Small town Virgina was in for one hell off a ride.

Not that they cared for muggles and their woes overly much, there were too many of them anyway, a few hundred more or less would make no was no sweat of their back, they had insured they had a front row seat and that was all that mattered.

So far removed from their magical roots and the hustle and bustle of the Wizarding Worlds there was little to satisfy their need for entertainment and they would gladly take what they could get.

With that thought they could feel the ritual come to a close and the spell take effect the strain on their person vanishing enabling them to full back their unmarred hands to watch watch the last stages reach completion by themselves. Heart pumping with adrenaline, the figure dropped into a crouch, the triumphant gleam never leaving their eye despite the fatigue.

They knew they could have asked their cousin for help, but that would have meant enduring his smug smirks and his superior eye brow lifting, this way they could rub it in his face when he inevitably paid his visit, it wouldn't take all too long considering the illustrious prey involved.

With satisfaction and a malicious gleam in their eye, they watched the gems pulsed once in sync, releasing a strong wave of power that lifted their hair and negated gravity before it spread outwards, the bright blue, gold and red glowing runes riding on it's wave, sinking into the ground and infusing into all the gathered materials on site… imbuing it with it's unique flavour of power before fading from all senses.

The stage was set.

Even the most intuitive of those servants of nature would find nothing amiss, though it mattered little to them what they got in their minds, those hedge witches hardly warranted a stray thought, no their attention was reserved for one special person alone. As they had a special talent of their own; they could see, so they knew the future had many events laid out that, no matter what, would make it unavoidable for said person to get involved. Despite all efforts, the person would be drawn in as was their nature.

And that, lips stretched in a predatory smile as they stared up at a last glimpse at the receding comet, is what I'm counting on.

Tonight was only the kick off, soon the fun would truly begin.

They were going to enjoy the show.

Here is the first chapter of a story that just would not get out of my head. I wasn't planning on a HP/Vampire Diaries x-over but it would have eaten me alive if I hadn't gotten it out. I blame it all on Joseph Morgan he just had to be so brilliant.

Hope you enjoyed it so far.