Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. All of it belongs to its wonderful creators. If I do own it, surely it will ended up with lots of romance between Klaus and Harry in it! Also, I don't own the cover for this story, I merely taken it from deviantart. The credits for the cover goes to Richard, his deviantart is rickuk73.

Warning: AU. Fem!Harry (which means Harry is a female in this story, so if you feel bothered by it; I suggest you leave now), MOD!Harry, OOC (it happens in this story). Unbeta, so beware of some mistakes and errors the authoress made.

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Romance, Fantasy

Summary: AU. Some people call it fate, others call it destiny. But she is never one who believes in either fate or destiny. Having almost her entire life dictated by the prophecy, she wants to be the one who decide how her life will be this time around. At least, that was what she had decided when she chose to stay away from Great Britain. Everything had been going well for her until that night he stumbled on her. And now she finds herself entangled in a whole other mess. It all started when Hydrangea Peverell, who supposed to stay low in the muggle world, befriended the Original Hybrid named Niklaus Mikaelson. Klaus/Fem!Harry

Pairings: Klaus/Fem!Harry Potter

"..." for memories and dream in Italic

'...' thought in Italic

*...* for Parseltongue

And "..." present time

Dreams and Disasters

― Crossroad Blues ―

Tell me where did I go wrong
Everyone I love, they're all gone
I'd do everything so differently
But I can't turn back the time
There's no shelter from the storm inside of me

― Phil Collins, No Way Out

Black. It was all pitch black around her. That was the last thing she remembered the first time she died again after the war. Back then, she thought 'This is it. This is how I'm going to die.' She had been ready to face death back then. After all, there is nothing left that binds her to this world anymore. Those who are unbelievably precious for her have all been taken away from her and have left the world. Although she still has some friends who are there for her, those people have moved on with their life unlike her who kept getting stuck living in the past.

'They all already have each other unlike me. Ron and Hermione. Padma and Parvati. The Weasley. Even Luna has her father with her. All of them have someone who stay with them and care for them. And I was all alone. It doesn't feel the same.'

In the end, she was left all alone just like when she was still under the care of the Dursley, just like when she was still under their mercy and pity. For her, life begins with darkness and it was all she had known before she discovered him. Before she first talked with him. After all, living in the cupboard under the stairs; she was very familiar with the darkness. And in return, it had stopped scaring her. That's why, when she first talked with him and he started to teach her more about herself and what is the thing she capable of doing is called, she felt like she had finally discovered a world full of colors. A world which had lost its magic the moment she lost him for the sake of the greater good.

Sometimes, she wonders if things would be different if she had chosen a different choice, if she had met him in a different circumstance. But wondering about 'what if' won't fix anything, it won't give him back to her and it sure as hell won't make everything alright. That's why, she thought that in the end, this kind of end for her life isn't so bad either. After all, she had done many things in her life and she had no regrets over how she had lived her life. In fact, she was so relieved that it was all over now. She was ready to embrace death with open arms.

But dying wasn't like how she pictured it to be. She had came to terms that just like how she had previously died, she will find herself back in the King Cross' Station again. It seems like the station was some kind of crossroads for the people whose souls have died. And although she was indeed correct on her guess regarding that, she never expected to find him of all people to be there, waiting for her along with an entity which she wasn't sure she wants to name.

She thought her parents or even Sirius and Remus would be the one who will be there, waiting for her, welcoming her. Yet there he is, sitting on the lone bench at the entirely white station as if it's a normal occurrence. She doesn't know whether she had to feel happy at having the chance to see him or to be cautious of him. After all, the last time she had seen him at there, he was nothing but a mere hideous looking baby whose conditions are far too pitiful and then the last time she saw him as a living being; he was barely sane enough. But seeing him looking like when he was sixteen years old teenager was too much even for her. Because those were the moments where he was whole and sane, the time before he split his soul and ruin himself in insanity.

'If he didn't make those hocruxes, he would stay that way albeit older than that. He would be whole and nothing will turn this way.'

She didn't know how long she stared at him until he cleared his throat, snapping her out of her wistful thoughts. Almond-shaped emerald eyes meet with dark grey eyes as the owner of the said eyes smirked at her as if knowing her very thoughts.

"Hydrangea Potter. I didn't think I will meet you again this early. It seems like defeating me have made you careless if you could be attacked that easily," He commented lightly.

"Tom," She called out his name warily, unsure of how she should handle this version of him. After all, the last time she confronted him in this form, he had been spouting lies after lies at her in hopes of swaying her to his cause. She had been tempted enough by him back then, she even had thought about going with his plans on letting the Wizarding World rot in their own war and run far away. After all, those wizards have left her all alone under the mercy of the Dursley for eleven years after she had just lost her parents, without even trying to find her or check on her. She was sure as hell that she doesn't owe them anything. Most of all to fight their war and win it for their sake.

"Hello, darling." He smiled pleasantly as he looked at her with amusement.

"What are you doing here?" She continued as she averted her eyes from him, refusing to give him the pleasure of seeing her getting all flustered at his presence.

"What? No "I'm glad to see you" or "I'm sorry for killing you" and all those rots? How cold of you." He said in mock hurt. "And to answer your question, I'm here because you were the one who made it so." Her body flinched unconsciously when he said those words and even though she tried to hide it from him, it seems like he had seen it if the way his eyes narrowed on her is any indications.

"I see you are still blaming yourself for it. Don't bother. The fact that I have been defeated by you of all people only means that you are indeed my equal. The only regret that I have is the fact that I should have tried harder to sway you to my side instead of just letting you go as a lost cause," He continued apathetically.

"But—" She was about to say something when she suddenly felt the oppressing presence. The overwhelming magic which filled the entire station feel familiar to her as if she had recognized it. She wasn't even sure why she felt like she knows the owner of this overwhelming magic. Though deep within her guts she knows that there is nothing for her to fear from the other presence, she still felt distress and tranquility all at once. She didn't even understand why her feelings were one contradiction.

"At last, we finally meet, my mistress…"

A voice rasped and she felt her body trembled as the temperature around the station dropped down drastically. It was then that she suddenly remembered another presence in the station aside from her and Tom. A large skeletal figure in billowing black cloak surrounded by a misty fog appeared in front of her. And suddenly she knows just what being it is that is standing right in front of her.

"Death..." She whispered, staring wide-eyed at the being which seems to stare right into her soul.

"This is the second time you come willingly to me and yet not once you realized your fate since the time you collected my three Hallows."

"What fate? Haven't I fulfilled my part in the prophecy? Haven't I vanquished Tom? What again do you ask of me?" She asked, anger rising inside of her at the thought of another duty she has to fulfill in her life. Won't she ever get the freedom she always wishes in her life?!

"You have indeed fulfilled your part in that prophecy. But you forget that by collecting the three Hallows, you have bound yourself to me. Thus making you my Mistress." Death explained.

Panic filled her entire being at the explanation she was given. No. It couldn't be. She refuses to accept it. She couldn't be the Mistress of Death. Does that mean she won't ever find her peace even after everything she had done?

"You are wrong. I couldn't be your Mistress. I snapped the wand and I have abandoned the stone as well," She shook her head frantically, completely rejecting the idea of being the so called Master of Death or in her case Mistress of Death.

"You may have left two of my Hallows and only keep one of it with you but that doesn't change the fact that you are the one who have collected all my Hallows. I have acknowledged you the moment you hold the three Hallows. You are my Mistress therefore I am bound to you as you are bound to me,"

"Then take it back! I don't want it! I don't need this power nor this title at all! I relinquish this power!" Desperation laced her voice as she tried to reason with the being in front of her.

"You can't do that, Potter." Tom interjected, reminding her of his presence at there.

"What do you mean with "I can't"? I'm its mistress, am I not? Then I release Death from its bind to me," She insisted as she whirled around, emerald eyes stared desperately at dark grey eyes.

Tom Marvolo Riddle known more as Lord Voldemort sighed heavily, dark grey eyes looked seriously at the young woman who had defeated him. "You can't just relinquish your power over the Hallows like that, Potter. If it's that easy, there is no need for the bloodshed which had been coloring the entire legend. Whether you like it or not, want it or not, you have to accept that you are now the Mistress of Death and will continue be the Mistress of Death until you cease to exist somewhat."

"Cease to exist? Does that mean that eventually I will die as well?" Hope blossomed within her at the thoughts that eventually she will die and find peace as well.

Sensing the change of emotion in her, Death's voice grew sharp. "Eventually, even Death will also cease to exist. But for that time to come, you have to wait for a very long time. For it will only happens at the end of the time,"

"No. What happens if I die then? Does that mean I really can't die?" She closed her eyes in defeat, begrudgingly accepting her fate as the Mistress of Death.

"You could die but you won't stay dead for long. Every time you die, you will find yourself wake up completely healthy. You will continue to live the life you have lead on up until that far as if you never die to begin with. Unless, you die from a way to immortality since you are already immortal to begin with, trying to achieve immortality will only make you die and be reborn again as a new person without any memories of your previous life but your control over the Hallows will still remain the same."

"A way to immortality? What do you mean?"

"There are many ways to gain immortality. But the ones that I meant is if somehow by an accident you turned into a vampire. For they are a part of the family of beings known as the Living Dead and you are the Mistress of Death therefore you hold jurisdiction over every dead beings while keep staying alive. That means you can't be one of them as they are the beings who live in between dead and life," Death explained patiently but tonelessly.

Knowing there is nothing else she could do regarding her fate, she turned to look at the other human being who still sitting on the bench at the station. "What of Tom then? Why is he here? I thought Dumbledore said that he couldn't be saved?"

"Indeed. Tom Marvolo Riddle had split his soul so many times that it's impossible for his soul to be reborn again and yet you saved him when you refused to leave him and chose to bring him back with you when you returned back to the living world after your first time in here. Therefore, he would get the chance for redemption if he choose to take it but for now, he would be the one who will advise you for things regarding your power over the realm of Death as I couldn't always be here for you."

"I really can't escape this, can I?" She whispered hopelessly.

"You have no choice, Potter. It had been decided the moment you collected all the Hallows," The young looking Dark Lord replied calmly.

"Then I accept it. I accept my fate," Emerald eyes stared at the being in front of her and held out her hand.

A pale hand emerged from the folds of the black cloak and gripped the smaller wrist as Death changed its appearance into its human form. Death wore a pressed white shirt and black tie under equally black vest and trousers, top with swallow-tailed coat, and a pocket watch tucked in a pocket of his trousers. All in all, no one would thought that the one who stands right in front of her was Death. He looks just like any noble men from a pureblood family. "As how it should be, Mistress."

True to what Death had told her, she found herself wake up in the same dark alley where she had been stabbed by the muggle who tried to rob her. And at the place where the knife wound should be, she found her pale white skin free from any blemishes instead. Her mind was void of any thoughts as she walked back calmly to her home. She had been residing in Grimmauld Place after the war was over since she doesn't know where to go aside from there.

She opened the front door quietly, feeling relieved that she had found a way to move Walburga Black's portrait away from the hallway near the front door and into the portrait halls instead. At least, she doesn't have to be greeted with the sound of the shrieking woman.

"Kreacher," She called out for the house-elf who had been loyal to her since the moment she gave the fake Slytherin's locket to him.

"You called for Kreacher, mistress?" The old house-elf bowed.

"Kreacher, could you please lock down this place until I say otherwise? I don't want to meet with anyone for a while unless it's Luna." She said absent-mindedly. Knowing her eccentric friend, Rhea has no doubt that right now only Luna Lovegood will believe her if she tell the other witch about the entire things that had happened. After all, Hermione isn't one who would believe such things, the bushy brown haired woman is more of the logical and practical person type. And Padma, the quiet witch would probably freaked out if she heard that Rhea had met with Death itself. Which left her with only Luna as her choice.

"Kreacher understands. Kreacher will lock down the house and only allowed the odd woman entrance," And with a snap of his finger, she could immediately feel the changes in the ward of the house.

"Thank you, Kreacher." She smiled at the old house-elf before she went upstairs to her room.

Two weeks have passed since her second experience with death, Hydrangea Potter known more as Rhea Potter had locked herself in the house and only came down from her room when she felt far too bored in it. Many of her friends have tried to reach her but all of them have been driven away by Kreacher, the old house-elf kept telling them that his mistress doesn't want anyone to disturb her and needs time to be alone. The raven haired woman was currently lying on her bed as she stared unblinkingly at the ceiling. For many nights, her dreams have been filled with nothing but Tom. Now that the former dark lord has to act as her so called advisor and help her using her power as the Mistress of Death, she had seen him far too often whenever she goes to sleep.

It gets to the point where his presence is starting to drive her into madness. After all, considering her past relationship with the charismatic dark lord, it's not easy at all for her to continuously seeing him in her dreams. She really needs to find a way to stop dreaming or even thinking of him quickly less she becomes insane soon.

'It's alright. I could handle it. Luna said that she would be home tomorrow that means I could finally talk to her and ask her about this entire thing tomorrow.'

Tomorrow feels like a long time somehow for her, she was impatient to have someone who could understand her to talk with. The extremely quirky girl was one of the few people who understand and accept her as who she is after all. And besides of that, Luna was never one who judge people unlike some of her other friends. Even Tom was quite judgmental when she still talked to him in his diary. Thinking of him reminds her all over again of their conversation last night. The two of them were once again in her dream though this time her mindscape had taken the shape of a huge library, when he suddenly said something like that to her.

"I see you have decided to go by the name of "Peverell" now," He stated quietly, his fingers lift the page of the book he is reading calmly. Even after death, the former dark lord thirst of knowledge still remain as he devoured each books in the library her mindscape had came up with.

"I am. I have prepared all the documents at Gringgots earlier today for it to be completed. I just don't want any ties with my previous name, you know. After all, I never could be who I really am with that name. I'm either "The Girl Who Lived" or "The Savior of the Wizarding World" whenever people hear my name. At least, with this name no one know who I am aside from those who are familiar enough with it." She replied nonchalantly as she tilted her head up to look at the ceiling.

"Ah, right. You always detest your fame after all." He smiled mockingly. "It suits you. This name. Somehow I prefer this one than your previous one,"

"Why? Because we share more connection through this name? We share the same ancestors after all. But I thought we have plenty enough connection even with my previous name what's with all those prophecy about the two of us," She glanced at him, her emerald eyes gleamed with curiosity.

"It's not just because of that. The name "Potter" always being associated with the woman who had defeated me but the name "Peverell", now I could get used to of it as the name of the only woman I have came close to love." Dark grey eyes glanced up from the book he was reading as he stared at her with a barely noticeable smile on his face.

"... It's not fair how you say something like that to me in here. You're not supposed to say it at all even after your death," She grumbled lowly as she averted her eyes away from his face. She couldn't take it, the look on his face when he looked at her like that as if she is something that he cherishes secretly. "You aren't allowed to say something like that to me now of all times,"

"But you do know that I never a nice person to begin with, sweetheart. Surely you have accepted that fact," He scoffed in indignation at the fact of being thought as "nice".

"Why are you even here, Tom? Why you kept haunting me even in my dreams? I thought I was the one who should call of you if I ever need you not the other way around."

"Darling, please don't misunderstand my presence here as "needing you" as you put it nicely. After all, how long you want to deny it? You and I both know that I'm only here because you want it, no. Need it. You need to see me and talk with me. Deep down within your heart, you know how much you need this. Seeing me and talking with me without a care in the world now that we have no obstacles between the two of us." He pointed out calmly.

"... I know. That doesn't mean it's healthy though. This is sick. I couldn't even let go of you now more than before." She sighed as she cover her face in misery.

"You haven't accepted it yet, have you? The fact that I'm truly gone and dead. That I'm not returning back anymore unlike before when you lost my diary,"

"... no. It seems I haven't despite what I'd like to think," She smiled bitterly as she lowered down her hands and stare at the man sitting beside her. "After all, how could I when every night I see you in my dreams like this? Looking far too real and alive."

"That's why you have to stop. This is unhealthy. You have been cooped up in your house for two weeks now since you first discovered that you are the Mistress of Death. You need to get out of your house or perhaps what you need is a change of scenery. Isn't that why you decided to use this name instead aside from escaping the mass media as you put it?" Dark grey eyes filled with a gleam of amusement stared at her form.

"You know it. You always know what I was thinking. I admit that I have thought of it. Of going away from the Wizarding World and explore the world as someone completely new without anyone who knows who I am but... I don't know. Leaving the Wizarding World, is it the right decision?" She admitted reluctantly, her fingers fiddled with the hem of her shirt nervously.

"And pray tell, why you don't think it's not the right decision, hm? You have done your part in the war more than anyone else have been since the moment you entered the Wizarding World. And you have no obligations left for them. You should let the people of the Wizarding World to think for themselves. After all, if you kept insisting on staying, nothing good will come out of it. Those sheeps are fickle beings. It won't surprise me at all if they start to think of you as the next Dark Lady or going dark if they ever find out about how much power you have. Not to mention if they ever find out your inability to age," Tom replied. "Going out of the Wizarding World and exploring the world is the only way for you to keep people away from noticing it."

She could find the logic in what he had said. After all, it's true the Wizarding World was far too fickle for her taste. One moment, she was hailed as the savior then the next moment, she is a fame-seeking attention woman. She is sure that she will probably drive herself to insanity if she kept staying in the Wizarding World far too long especially while trying to keep the secret of her status as the Mistress of Death away from the mass media. Even so, to just leave everyone who have been like a family for her like that made her hesitate on doing it. These people are the first ones who have accepted her and not treat her as a freak or an abomination like how the Dursley had done.

As if sensing her inner turmoil, the young looking dark lord put down his book on the sidetable beside his sofa and spun his body to the side to face her. "They are your friends, if they really cherish you as they say they are; they will understand your reasoning to leave. Just tell them that you need times to be away from the Wizarding World now the war is over. Or just tell them that you don't feel like you could stay in here anymore with all the deaths and memories this place have left you with. Whatever reason you give for them, if they genuinely care for you, they will let you go. After all, if even I who was your enemy once could see how miserable you are in here, I'm sure your friends have noticed it as well."

"This place is the only place that feels like home for me," Rhea said softly after some moments of silence between the two of them.

"I thought I was your home? I remembered how you used to say so to me when you were just a mere five years old girl," He smirked, dark grey eyes filled with amusement at the memory.

"You are. And you still are my home in a way even after you deceived me and all but you are dead now so I couldn't really say that anymore, could I? It's like saying my home is with Death in a way," Emerald eyes looked back at him flatly, her tone of voice was resigned as she replied back to him.

"You were merely a means to an end back then. You were essential for my survival and my resurrection. As much as you reminded me of how I used to be, I never thought that I would grow fond of you in any ways."

"Just like how I never thought that you will be the one who betray my trust, Tom. Would you ever tell me if somehow I didn't find out of it by myself? Would you ever tell me that you were the one who had killed my parents?" She had expected him to deny it, to make another excuse to placate her that's why, his blatant admission of it surprised her.

"No. I won't tell you and I would have prevented you from knowing of it if I could help it."

"... why? Is it that important for you to keep me in the dark? To keep me from being self-reliant and instead always rely on you for everything?" Her heart clenched painfully at the thought of being deceived by him right from the start even when she didn't know about her role in the Wizarding World.

"Because somehow along the way, you became something more than a means to an end. Because I accidentally found myself grow fond of yourself and I wish to keep you close with me if possible," It was only a spur of the moment, something which could be easily missed if someone doesn't look at it closely but she had seen it. Tom Marvolo Riddle, known more to the public as Lord Voldemort had smiled wryly and stared at her with soft eyes. "I should have known that something like that isn't possible." He shrugged as he continued casually, dispelling the brief moment of weakness that he had showed to his vanquisher.

To say that Rhea was stunned by his admittance was an understatement. It was the first time for her to see him admit that even he feels love as well or something as close to love. After all, since the first time she had known him be it when he was nothing but a sliver of soul within her and then in the forms of Tom Marvolo Riddle's diary; he never once showed her that he could love deeming it as a sign of weakness. The only emotions that he feels mostly are anger, fear, and pride. She wasn't sure at all how she should react to that. Knowing that deep down she wasn't the only one who cherishes the other was a shock for her.

'If only we have been more honest to each other back then. Still, it's all far too late now.'

She shook her head to clear her mind. She couldn't kept thinking like that. She would only get trapped in an endless 'what if' without moving forward if she kept doing it. She really hoped that Luna would come soon, she doesn't think she could handle this any longer.

The next morning just like what she had said, Luna showed up at number 12 Grimmauld Place. Not wasting any single times, Rhea immediately dragged the younger Ravenclaw into her room after asking Kreacher to serve them tea. Now that Luna was here, Rhea was confused as to where she should begin. The blonde haired witch had smiled at her serenely like always as she took a seat on the edge of Hydrangea's bed while her grey eyes followed her friend's form as the other woman kept pacing around the room.

Taking a deep breath, emerald eyes stared seriously at grey eyes. "Luna, do you know about the Deathly Hallows? I meant I know that your father is more knowledgeable of it but you have heard of it, right?"

"Father had told me of it, so I do know of it. Anyway, Rhea, do you know that there are many wrackspurts around you?" Luna nodded in affirmation, staring at her first friend with the same dreamy expression she had the entire time.

"Right. So Luna, it seems like the legend is true after all. I meant I kind of met Death like two weeks ago," Rhea blurted out in panic.

"Ah, so Death finally decided to see you. I was wondering how long until that happens," The eccentric witch replied calmly in the same dreamy tone as if she had expected something like that to happen.

"You-... you know of it?" She sputtered, emerald eyes looked at the quirky woman in surprise.

"It was written in the "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", no? In the story of "The Tale of Three Brothers", Death also shows up in front of the three brothers at the end of their journey. And then when each of them died, Death was the one who collected their soul. I thought that he will eventually shows up in front of you as well since you practically have collected all the Hallows," The Ravenclaw witch explained serenely.

"You're right. I just never thought that the legend was true. Short story, I kind of immortal now and I can't age either." Rhea sighed, accepting the logic the other witch had given to her in defeat while giving the whole summary of what had happened to her fellow Ravenclaw's witch.

Luna took a moment to stare at the ceiling, seemingly thinking of what she should say before nodding and staring at Rhea as she asked, "I'm sure you don't want this to get out in the public?" Seeing the nod she received from the raven haired witch, Luna continued softly. "Then you shouldn't stay in here, Rhea. Go out of the Wizarding World, out of Great Britain, explore the world. But don't stay in here. The possibility of it being found out is infinitely small if you stay out of the Wizarding World and away from Great Britain. Specifically Great Britain since the general wizarding population in here know you,"

"But what about you? And Hermione? Also Padma? I couldn't just leave the three of you like that!"

"We will be fine in here, Rhea. The war is already over, there is no need for you to fear for our safety. You should probably tell both Hermione and Padma that you are going to leave the Wizarding World though,"

"What I suppose to say to them? Unlike you, the two of them barely believe the legend of the Deathly Hallows. Besides, I couldn't just tell them the fact that I met Death which literally means I have died and returned back alive again for the second time now. You know that they barely believe it when it first happened during the war. I'm sure the two of them still think that I was only playing death back then." Rhea rubbed her forehead exasperatedly, her fingers grazing over the lightning bolt scar subconsciously.

Luna stared at her raven haired friend for a second before she grabbed the older witch's hands in hers and squeeze it gently. "You met him too, didn't you?" Grey eyes stared inquiringly at her in knowledge. Knowing she couldn't fool the younger witch, Rhea nodded slowly.

"I do. In fact, I have dreamt a lot of him lately since he was suppose to be my advisor in this entire Mistress of Death business."

The blonde witch smiled softly at her and said, "It's okay to love him, you know. Your ability to love, forgive and accept everyone as who they are is one of your strong points. Besides, the two of you have went through a lot together even before you came to Hogwarts. It's understandable that you feel attachment to him."

Rhea hugged her blonde haired friend tightly as she closed her eyes. "Thank you. I don't know who again I suppose to talk with regarding these aside from you, Luna. Hermione won't completely understand it even if I told her that there is more about Tom than what the people like to perceive him to be. And Padma, I'm afraid she couldn't accept the fact that there is something more between me and Tom aside from the whole prophecy thing."

"Hermione is just worrying over you. You know that if you explain it to her, she will understand what you have been through. It's true that she probably can't completely understand it like I do but she will still accept you. And as for Padma, give her times. I know that at the end of the day, she would be able to accept you as well. Anyway, I personally also think that you need to be away from the Wizarding World, Rhea. Not just because of this, but also because you have looked completely miserable in here for a while now. Not to mention, I have seen how much those reporters affected you whenever you go out. There are a lot of Blibbering Humdinger which infected those people," Luna replied in her dreamy tone as she rubbed Rhea's back soothingly.

Rhea chuckled lightly at her friend's assessment regarding the reporters that have been hounding her every time she goes out of her house. Somehow she felt calmer after she talked with Luna, knowing that at least the blonde witch was there to support her decision. She feels like she is ready to face any obstacles that will come on her way now.

In the end, Rhea told both Hermione and Padma that she needs time to be away from the Wizarding World for a while. Just like what Tom had advised her in her dreams, she told them that she needs time to be alone after the war where she would be away from every reporters who have been hounding her non-stop and from the spotlight of being the so called savior of the Wizarding World. She didn't tell them that she probably won't return back to Great Britain anymore though she promised them that she would visit them whenever she able to.

Hermione accepted the news easily and told her that she understands Rhea's needs to be away from everything after the war. The bushy brown haired witch had seen how miserable the raven haired witch is after the war had ended and said that Rhea had chosen the right decision by going away from the Wizarding World. Padma had been a bit upset at first though the Indian descent witch had understand Rhea's distaste for the fame, the other witch still felt sad at the thought of her going away.

It was Hermione who suggested her to study in muggle university 'to broaden her knowledge' as her extremely intelligent friend had said it. In the end, Rhea decided to study languages and anything else that has caught her fancy as she travels around the world. She never stays long in one place, preferring to only stay for a year or two at most before moving again. Eventually, she stopped dreaming of Tom so much as she becomes busy with her study. She found that there are so many things that she hasn't seen yet of the world and thus finding pleasure in learning each cultures from both the muggle society and others wizarding community. It wasn't until that summer in 2009 at Palermo, Italy that she first met with him. The man who will change her world just like how one Tom Marvolo Riddle changed it back then.

Authoress' Notes: I ended up writing this story somehow just to get the muse out of my head. This idea had been swirling in my mind for a while after I watched The Vampire Diaries and read some great crossovers fanfiction of Harry Potter and The Vampire Diaries. So yeah... I decided to write a story for this fandom. Please blame my overactive imagination and my desires to write. I fall in love with Klaus immediately the moment I laid my sight on him and couldn't resist the temptation of having him paired with Fem!Harry somehow. The fact that I feel like this pairing needs more love probably is my own biased opinion. In the end, I feel like I want to write it simply for my own satisfaction. Anyway, I apologize for the lack of updates over my other stories. There is no excuses I can give except the fact that my life had been busy and somehow I lost my muse on those stories along the way which is why I currently trying to capture it again. Yet I ended up with getting a new muse for this fandom. OTL

The settings of this story would be some years after the war with Voldemort had ended and the time when Klaus hadn't gone to Mystic Falls yet (as in the time when Stefan first met Elena in the series). I also decided to make some changes for Harry's background in my story which will be explained more as this story progresses. I like the idea of mixing the name of constellation star and flower for the name of Fem!Harry in this story of mine, which is why I chose Hydrangea as the name for my version of Fem!Harry. As for who I pictured playing as Fem!Harry in my story, I imagine either Olivia Mennie, India Eisley, or Emily Browning as Fem!Harry in this story of mine because I think either from the three of them are perfect for playing the role as Fem!Harry.

Anyway, I'm going to update my other stories as well though it probably will take some times before I managed to update all of it since life had been pretty busy for me what's with me being in my almost end year of my college and currently busy with my final project for my thesis. Enough of my rambling. What do you think of the first chapter for this story? Do you like it? Hate it? Please tell me what do you think of it through your review.

Thank you so much for reading this story. Your review will make me really happy and help to motivate me to update faster. Lastly, I'm sorry for all the mistakes I have made but do remember that I'm still an amateur, so I need a long way to go. Have a nice day~