Chapter 1:

300 BCE

Harry slowly eased down into the water, groaning once the water met his aching legs. The white flesh of his thighs melting into the water only to finally settle and relax after continuously running for days.

The water was cool, crisp, and just what Harry needed to relax.

He was somewhat of a nomad these days. Only settling in a village for no more than a month only to move again to another area to draw less attention to himself.

His previous location was a small village near the caves where he had been observing the beautiful aboriginal artwork on the walls.

In his old life, he did not have the time nor the inclination to experience culture for several reasons.

One, being stuck at the Dursleys was the primary factor for not going to any of the local museums, even within walking distance.

Two, no money to get into said museums, thinking himself more than poor with the Dursleys, who did not have the means to clothe his worthless starved body which was completely false he learned later in life.

Three, the chores he was always swamped with took all his time and when he could not complete them, he would be beaten to severely that he would go numb and his vision would blur. Only to resume his daily chores the next day, often without food or water as part of the punishment.

Not that they would part with their food, for an ungrateful freak such as him, who only had his body to work for all the generosity they bestowed on Harry for so many years.

When he got his Hogwarts letter, he thought he would be able to venture out and learn more about the world around them. Being locked in a cupboard for most of his life left little to the mind.

Harry had been young, eager, and innocent.

Far too innocent to understand in the beginning on how his hopes would be smothered before they could truly have a chance to bloom.

Hogwarts was a boarding school, which meant that they would be in one location, never able to leave the surrounding areas until they were older, and even then, only venturing to the old town of Hogsmeade, where there was little to no truly interesting sites for someone who had never been introduced to magic. Sure, there was a candy shop, a little clothing store, and even a bar for children to eat at, but other than that there wasn't anything that drew Harry's attention.

Ron had always occupied Harry's attention, often even throwing glares to other students who tried to interact with him in any capacity, even asking help on classwork was too close to his best friend, and only wanted Harry to spend time with him. Even Hermione becoming friends with him was a stretch for Ron.

He was the one who sent her running to the girls' room while crying her eyes out.

Its not like Ron had many friends either, with his big mouth, loud demeanor, and his table manners, which he looked at, knew it was not food or anything to do with quidditch, and promptly discarded it as unimportant.

It really was disgusting watching him eat for so many years, even after being starved at the Dursleys for an entire summer made him not as excited to eat once he started eating the opening feast.

His assignments took a lot of time from him as well, growing up no knowledge of his heritage or anything useful that would benefit him in the Wizarding world made Harry struggle to complete his work.

Hermione tried to teach him but got frustrated easily and would declare him inept or to do it himself if he wasn't going to take studying as seriously as she did.

Afterall, she did all the reading before school even started!

How she thought he could accomplish any work while being at the Dursleys was beyond him. Though he would submit and do work on his bed while his roommates would play exploding snap, wizards' chess, and other things to amuse themselves.

So, Harry would study as best he could, only barely managing to complete his school work and with minimum professor support. Like they would have the time or willingness to take the time out of their day to help him out.

Harry knew he was a bother to everyone around him, so he stuck to the way he learned at the Dursleys. Keep his head down, do not attract attention, and help others when they needed it. Even if he had other tasks to do, the needs of others overrode anything he had on his plate.

Not that he knew at the time how many people took advantage of him.

When he learned of the betrayal of those he thought his best friends and family, boy were they surprised.

Harry giggled and shifted in the water, sighing as the ache in his muscles was soothed by the silky water.

Finding the freshwater stream was a stroke of sheer dumb luck which Harry has by some miracle had for all his life, both in the future and now in the past after falling through the Veil within the Ministry of Magic.

Perhaps going through the veil was the best thing he could do considering the circumstances at any rate.

Let's start at the beginning….

1998

After defeating Voldemort, again, this time for good was sheer dumb luck. Something that no one seemed to understand and just thought of as some secret power that Dumbledore had taught him through many intensive years of lessons in magic after his parents perished by Voldemort himself.

How wrong they were.

Dumbledore did nothing more than speak to him a few times, which was more than he paid other students, but nothing to really brag about, not that Harry would.

The Headmaster was always ready to play the part of a grandfatherly figure and would offer him sweet when he talked to him. Lemon drops more often than not.

Those things were disgusting, it was one of the only sweets he had tasted before Hogwarts.

Funnily enough, it was the only candy that Dudley despised and would often throw away if given to him.

Probably the only smart thing he ever did in his life.

Anyway, rebuilding the castle was the first priority to Harry along with avoiding the many funerals of his peers.

He attended Remus and Tonk's, along with the Colin Creevey's, Lavender Brown's, and of course Fred's. However, Fred's funeral Harry felt so out of place and the Weasleys ignored him for the most part, which confused him. The only one who paid him any attention was Ginny, who kept shifting her dress in a way that made it ride up her leg which made him glance at her in concern. Was the dress uncomfortable? It looked brand new, so he did not know why she would buy a dress if it did not suit her.

It really didn't leave anything to the imagination, and it was a cool day, so he did not understand why she would wear a dress that covered more of her.

Girls.

He would never be able to understand them.

They were more mysterious then the ocean.

More unpredictable than a box of Bertie Botts Beans.

More temperamental than a cat given a bath, with cold water.

Overall, he was out of his element with females in general. Hermione being the only main example of how females worked, along with Ginny even though she ran from him the first few years he knew her.

His kiss with Cho in fifth year could be summed up in one word, wet.

Now that he thought about it, most guys would enjoy having a pair of breasts pressed up against their chest.

Not Harry.

As soon as they had brushed his chest, he scrunched up his face and his nose twitched.

It was like having a balloon filled with warm jelly touch him.

He was pretty sure it scarred him for life.

Again, it was best to stay way from them. Especially with how people were asking him at the time if he was going to go steady with Ginny.

All Harry would do was look at them like they were crazy.

Could you blame him? She was the little sister of his supposed best friend, sixteen years old, and the one glaringly obvious reason?

She looked so much like his mother.

To know so many people expected him to date Ginny filled him up with frustration and disgust. The bile quickly swallowed down as it threatened to make an entrance.

He did not have a Mummy Complex!

Harry quickly put that idea out of everybody's mind.

Anyway, after all the funerals were done with Harry could not decide what to do with himself.

Sure, he had options. As the Boy-Who-Killed-Voldemort, he was guaranteed any job he could ask for. Many reporters even asked if he would throw his hat at the upcoming Minister elections which was ridiculous because he was still a teenager! Sheeple, couldn't understand them for the life of him.

He thought maybe getting a job at St. Mungo's or work for charities to help support those effected by the War and their family would be good. But no, everyone thought it was beneath him to work with those less fortunate and did not have several titles or enough gallons to buy Europe under his belt. Money meant nothing to him, or the titles he inherited from his family. The family he had who were all dead. He was tired of having all his family dying and leaving him alone. The Weasleys were once considered family, until they started hounding him about what he needs to do with his life and reaping the benefits of being the chosen family of the young hero.

So he retreated quietly into the darkness that was twelve Grimmauld place. Kreacher would cook for him, happy with his master and friend who had helped fulfill Regulus Black's dying wish. He spent all his time going over old Black family spell books and cleaning out the attic.

Finally, when he was cleaning out a trunk, he found it.

A large book with a title that made Harry's heart race with adrenaline.

What Lies Beyond the Veil by Elara Vega Black

He spent hours at a time reading the ancient text. Soon enough days had passed, and then weeks going over the story of Elara Black who was a seer and how her father was sent through the veil as a form of execution for killing three muggle boys for attacking her. Soon after he was perceived dead, she saw a vision of him in what seemed to the past, happy and alive somewhere in Britain.

She continued to write how the veil was not a void of emptiness or a void that harvested the souls of its victims. The veil was created by one of the Peverell brothers to try to escape death. It was meant to be a passage to another world where one could be at their happiest. However, the brother who created the veil died before he could go through it himself. Killed by a curse by his wife, who had found out he had sired a bastard child with her sister no less. Amazing how one could create something so unique and formidable, and be killed for not keeping his pants up.

Harry finally finished the text and leaned back in the chair.

Was this the answer? Could this really be the solution to the emptiness I feel? Is Sirius really alive in another world? Harry thought.

Mind made up he called Kreacher to make the preparations.

Off to Gringotts then, he thought.

After settling everything with Kreacher, setting up Grimmauld place for Teddy when he reached seventeen, and taking everything out of his vault and shrinking everything into a travel trunk, which the goblins were not happy with, he was finally ready.

Ready to go through the veil, and find happiness.

Hopefully.

He slowly walked through the ministry. The halls were silent at his time of night. Harry needed to do this on his own, with little attention to himself.

At last, he was in front of it.

The Veil

Harry stared into it, trying to see something past the smoke. It was silent within the chamber, nothing to disturb him.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

I'm coming Sirius, just hold on a little longer. Soon, we will finally be a family. Without needing to stay hidden and with nobody to control us. We can be free.

He opened his eyes and walked through the veil.

It welcomed him with open arms.

300 BCE

So, to cut a long story short he ended up in another world.

He had no clue to what time he ended up in, all he knew was there was no such thing as a toilet, paper, or even proper cooking methods outside of a hearth.

The era he landed in was rather primitive, but he managed just fine. He did not need much, and was a nomad most of the time. Harry could not believe what he had witnessed at first, men going off to battle, large ancient civilizations still alive and thriving, and most of all no magic. Other than his own, of course. Harry was quite surprised when he found out he still had his magic and could perform all the spells he needed to be comfortable.

He wandered and searched everywhere, but could not find Sirius. Harry thought he must have ended up in a different time and knew tried to commit suicide not long after.

He found a sharp sword on an abandoned battlefield and sliced his own throat.

He remembered the pain, the ache of emptiness, and fading into darkness.

What Harry did not expect was to wake up. Alive, unharmed, and disappointed.

After trying numerous times to die through drowning, falling from lethal heights, decapitation, and even being eaten by wolves, he would wake up alive and unharmed.

Harry eventually came to accept that sometime after finding the hollows and dying the first time by Voldemort's wand, he had obtained what his longtime spent his entire life trying to have.

True Immortality

He spent years traveling from continent to continent with the help of his magic. Each culture would treat Harry in their own unique way, Harry supposed he did look quite odd for the time. Eventually, he grew lonely with being a nomad. With the knowledge of the future and his own magic, Harry had the bright idea to create other creatures.

He will be the first to admit he was beyond bored when he came up with the idea.

The first species Harry created were the werewolves, able to shift into wolves at will, who had control of their senses unlike the one's from his own time. He started with a few at first, mainly those he trusted and their families. Eventually the werewolf population grew and seemed to be flourishing. This started in northern Europe, and on some days he would even join them on a run or try to help the children with shifting from human to wolf. He still remembered when he found a small wolf cub who managed to stow away in his belongings when he was about to leave for another village. He managed to find the mother and both he and the mother scolded the young boy. The father, of course, did nothing to help. He was too busy laughing at his expense. As always.

Next were other were's who could shift into different animals from owls, panthers, dogs, and even pandas. The last was because a little girl in China was obsessed with panda's and wanted to live among them. He obliged her on a whim. He wished her and her family who he had also made were's happiness.

What followed was the shifters, who were different from were's because they could shape into any animal, he gifted this ability to a small north American tribe who wanted to better be a part of their environment. He really respected their way of life and the chief of the tribe was a good friend of his. He often visited them and last time he had even helped a woman give birth. Not something he would ever do again, way to messy and he wished he could obliviate himself. The girl they had was really cute though, once you got passed the screaming red-faced newborn phase.

Fairies were next, and boy did he set himself up for that one. Fairies were beings who obtained power from the sun and were full of light themselves. An unfortunate side effect of being turned into a fairie was an almost Veela quality of attracting everyone of the opposite sex, but instead of scorning their admirers, they often fornicated with them and often kept multiple lovers at once. This started in Greece and led to the myth of the Greek gods, and the gods such as Aphrodite, Zeus, and Dionysus were actually fairies who left quite a reputation and had raging libidos. Being the 'father' of this species left him open to the very thinly veiled or open looks of longing, lust, and obsession. Let's just say he kept his hands as clean as much as possible and knew better than to lose his virginity to cock hungry fairies. He still had to watch his ass when Percius is in the same room as him, since that one time he was so drunk everyone tried to include him in a spontaneous orgy, with Percius being the first near him, openly kissing his ass cheeks. Yeah, that was a dark day.

And yes, he is still a virgin thank you very much. He just hasn't found someone to really commit himself to. So, sue him, there is nothing wrong with waiting for someone who is worthy of his attention and wanting to be in love while it happens.

His last creation is something even he regrets making at times.

A dear friend of his, Samuel, begged Harry to save his wife, who was about to die after delivering a stillborn son. He truly loved his wife and wanted her to live, for she was the only one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Harry was reluctant to help at first, because his wife was quite the animal hater, after a traumatic event in her youth involving an angry goat. Not that he approved of course, because he loved animals. He eventually caved and told Samuel what he could make his wife, Edna, into. A vampire. Samuel further pleaded for Harry to do it, and Harry created his final creature. Edna awoke covered in dirt, cold, and hungry. Harry taught her all she needed to know and even showed her how to turn Samuel, so they could bond and become mates for life. He left after wishing them eternal happiness and to keep in touch.

Suffice it to say that it led to disaster. He came back to Europe after hearing about wild animals tearing apart entire villages. That and the rumor of a beast who would venture into the homes of families who had pretty virgins, both male and female, and raping them until their death or they disappeared. He eventually found Edna, who was the one draining entire villages and Samuel, who after being turned, had a voracious appetite for young tight virgin flesh. He killed them both for their actions, but not before finding out that they had turned multiple of their victims and even kept some of them underground as a harem for both disgusting vampires. He made the two of their deaths slow and painful before going to find the one's who were dragged into his mistake. After finding them, three young boys and six young girls, he asked them if they wanted to live or to die for the horrors they had to endure. All save for one boy and two girls died with a smile on their faces. He taught the boy, Henrick, and the two red-headed twins, Celina and Celeste all they needed to know and to never make the decisions their maker did. He was sad that his friend had turned out the way he had, but eventually came to terms that Samuel hid his true face from him well, and that is was no one's fault but his own for giving in to someone's selfish pleas.

Harry grew to love Henrick, Celina, and Celeste. They were like the children he never had, and taught them right from wrong. It was through trial and error that they learned what a vampire's strengths were. A vampire had superior strength and speed, mind control, and even inherited unique gifts from their human lives. Henrick was a great tracker after spending long hunting trips with his brothers. Celina could go invisible which did not surprise Harry because she was so shy with strangers. Celeste could belt out a loud ground shaking roar that led to Henrick joking that it was because of her big mouth. This left him shaking his head fondly next to Celina while watching Celeste chasing her younger blood sibling.

After what happened with Samuel and Edna, he put a few magic safety nets in place for future vampires. Vampires would not be able to entire any dwelling unless invited in, could not walk in sunlight without getting burned, and silver could be used against them. He chose silver because he didn't want too many people to have too big an advantage over his children.

He also created a magic bond between the three young vampires and made a nesting culture. Each maker and progeny would be bonded and be able to feel the other. This would both protect them from outside forces and each other. Harry made it explicitly clear that family would be held above all, because they would be there for you through thick and thin. They would always be children, even if they lived forever, they would always be his babies and tough for them. He got smiles from each of them and was dog-piled on. Happy memories like those made it all seem worth it.

He could only hope that eventually he could find the one he could make his own mate and live forever with him. Life is worth nothing if there was no one to share it with. The three now were traveling the world and building their own nests. Leaving him alone once again.

Perhaps he should go back to Rome? He heard that the ancient civilization that everyone from his time was obsessed with was dominating all of Europe and causing problems for everyone. It was always fun messing with the big bad leaders of the ancient world, he had to pull pranks on someone, why not the one's causing so much trouble for the little guys?

He opened his eyes and snapped his head around at the sound of a branch snapping.

Thank you for reading this everyone! This is my first crossover story and I am going to need a lot of support from you guys in terms of ideas and events that should happen in this story. There are not enough stories out there with a Godric/Harry pairing and I just hated it that Godric died within the show, and I am not taking this story after 3 because I feel like the show went to hell after that. I also kind of like Sookie, but I am going to have her go through some harsh reality checks within this story and Harry will be the sassy one to shed the wool over her eyes. Let me know if you guys like the story and I will be working hard on the next chapter, but I need ideas to write. Message me if you have any questions and I look forward to writing more. Yes, I know the first chapter seems like it was in a bit of a rush, but I just wanted to put all the back story in there before we got to this part. Everything after this chapter will go along smoothly and it will be either next chapter or chapter 3 that will be in 2009, Louisiana.

I do not own Harry Potter or Trueblood. This will also be rated M and this story will be rated Explicit on Archive of Our Own under the same name with more juicy scenes. Hope to hear from you guys soon!