Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Vampire Diaries.

The boy known as Harry Potter or the Boy-Who-Lived to the Wizarding world sighed deeply in boredom. It had been hours since he had defeated the supposed darkest wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named, You-Know-Who…Tom Riddle.

Honestly, wizards suck at naming things. Harry's mind wondered as he sat on an overstuffed chair beside one of the beds in number 12 Grimmauld Place. He hated waiting. Looking over at the bed, he eyed the still form of his Potion's Professor. Anyone that thought they knew Harry Potter would be confused to come across such a scene. Harry Potter keeping watch over the dreaded Bat of the Dungeons was not normal. But then again, most people that thought they knew Harry Potter would be wrong anyway. He was very good at keeping secrets.

Finally, after what seemed like endless hours of waiting, Harry heard the sound he had been waiting for. He watched as his professor's chest rose and fell with the deep breath he had taken. Only a moment later he was staring into those eyes that always seemed like deep dark tunnels.

"Hello, Professor. Hungry?" Harry grinned as he reached down beside his chair and gripped a handful of red hair. He never took his eyes off his professor as he bit into the neck of Ginny Weasley and then shoved her towards the Potions Professor. He watched as the veins around his professor's eyes darkened before the lure of the blood was too much. He nodded happily as Severus began to feed for the first time.

Wiping his mouth, he could not help but grimace a bit. Biting into someone was messier than he liked. It may be odd, but he had never been a fan of feeding from the vein…but then again…he had been told he had issues. Looking at the mess his professor was making, he wrinkled his nose and decided that he would just get rid of the bed instead of trying to clean it. It wasn't as though he actually wanted to live here or anything.

He was brought out of his musings when his professor pushed the body of Ginny Weasley back on the floor. Barley giving the girl a glance as her body fell at his feet, he turned his attention back to his professor…who was glaring at him.

"Potter…start explaining. Now."

It was so unfair how the man could make the word now sound like it had six syllables. One day…one day he would be able to sound like that when talking. Looking up at his professor he paused before speaking. He probably should have spent more of those hours waiting thinking of what to say.

"Well…okay, here is what happened. After you gave me your memories, Hermione and Ron went back into the tunnel thinking you were dead. I could still hear your heart beating though, so I gave you some of my blood and then went and watched the memories. After that, I defeated Tom, and then I went and got your body…and here we are." Severus was just glaring at Harry now with his arms crossed over his chest. Maybe he needed more information. "Um…you kind of died…but only for a bit...you're a Vampire."

"I know that you dunderhead. I figured that out when I drained Miss. Weasley. Is there a reason you fed me your little girlfriend?"

"She is not my girlfriend." Harry muttered at the floor where the girl was laying before turning his attention back to Severus. "She was handy." When one brow rose on his professor's face, Harry sighed and started to explain. "We had only been here for about an hour when I heard Ron and Ginny floo in. Fortunately for me, I have really good hearing and could hear them while the talked about dosing me with love potions so that Ginny could get access to my vaults. I stunned Ginny so that you would have someone to eat and then I fed off Ron…I was feeling a bit hungry...he has always tasted a bit off though." Harry shrugged at the incredulous look he was getting now. He had never seen his professor with such an expression before.

"And just when were you bitten?" Severus spoke through clenched teeth as he balled his hands into fists. He had spent most of his time while the boy was at school trying to keep the boy alive, and now the boy was a Vampire.

"Um. I wasn't bitten."

"Don't be an idiot, of course you were bitten." Severus spoke slowly to the idiot before him. "It is common knowledge that a Vampire is made when they have the blood of a Vampire within their system at time of death." Severus's eyes narrowed. "When did you die?"

"Well…I guess I technically died in the forest at the battle, but I was never bitten and I was already a vampire before I died." Harry flinched at the look his professor was giving him now. "Okay…this is what happened." Harry settled into his chair a bit more as he prepared to tell his professor his life's story. Thankfully his grandmother had told him all of this before, so it should not be too hard to tell his professor everything he would need to know in order to stop the questioning.

Esther Mikaelson sighed as she was tugged towards one of her children again. Knowing that Niklaus had daggered his siblings, chances were high that she was being tugged in his direction again. She had spent her time on the Other Side watching her children each time she was pulled towards them and she had felt nothing but disappointment for centuries.

Her children had killed so many and often acted like children that had never grown up. She knew that it was mostly her fault. While it was her husband's idea, it had been her that cast the spell to turn her family into Vampires. She had not counted on the blood lust though, nor had she thought about Niklaus being outed as Ansel's son when he had killed on his first feed. That more than anything had caused the most trouble.

She had always tried to keep the information hidden; going so far as to try and weaken Niklaus while he was living in the hopes that he would never trigger the werewolf gene. She had known that Mikael would kill him and her if he had known that Niklaus was not his son and that she had been unfaithful. While a part of her would always love her husband, she would never truly forget that he was one of the men that had destroyed her village. After her spell and the revelation that Niklaus was not his son his nature was even harder to ignore. Oh, how she hated the man that spent years hunting their children.

Her children had stood by Niklaus's side when their father had turned on them, and for that alone she was proud. Their vowing to stand together always and forever made her wish that she had kept her promise to her sister sometimes. She had watched as they ran and hid from Mikael, and then as they began to act as though they could get away with anything. It was rare that they bothered to avoid killing those they fed on;often going so far as to kill for no reason at all other than they were annoyed or bored.

Over time, Niklaus began to dagger his siblings. She knew it was because he was afraid that they would leave and be found by Mikael, but it was at that point that she had felt like her family was broken. Making her children immortal was a mistake.

Each time her son daggered a sibling, there was one less person for her blood to pull her towards. It had been quite a while since she had been pulled towards anyone but Niklaus. It was because of this that she was so confused now. She had clearly felt the pull on her blood, but she could not see her son…nor any of her other children. What she did see was a very sweaty red head in the throes of labor. Looking around again and still not seeing her children, she made her way closer to the woman giving birth and gave her another look. It took her a few minutes, but she was finally able to place her.

Not too long ago, she had been pulled to her son only to watch as he picked up this woman in a bar. Thankfully, she had been able to leave them just as they were sheading their clothing (She had not always been so lucky when dealing with the 'pull') and therefore did not have to watch her own son having sex with another random woman…and a married one at that.

Feeling another pull just as the woman gave another push, Esther felt her brows rise as she watched a small squalling infant enter the world. This was the source of the pull. This child…was somehow…despite the impossibility…Niklaus's son.

Esther watched as the baby was swaddled and then placed into his mother's arms. The child was then introduced to a band of idiots, one of which the woman, Lily, claimed was the father. Esther scoffed when the child was introduced to the men as Harry James Potter. It was a stupid name. Looking down at the child with no one even aware of her presence, she smiled for the first time in what felt like centuries.

"I will call you Haraldr." She whispered as the child yawned as only a baby could. Nothing could be more precious.

Esther spent most of her time watching over her new grandson. To begin with, she wanted to find out just how on Earth her son had managed to have a child. Vampires were incapable of having children and with his werewolf gene suppressed, she could think of no reason for him to have been able to have a child. If this had not been true she would have found herself pulled constantly to his offspring as he had no trouble at all getting women to fall at his feet. He could have a nun at his feet without compulsion he was so charming...when he wanted to be that is. It did not take long for Esther to come to the conclusion that it was Lily herself that enabled the pregnancy. She was a Witch, but unlike Esther who was a Natural or Nature Witch, Lily was a Core Witch. The only thing that made since was that the combination of Niklaus's hybrid nature of Vampire and Werewolf, both of which were magical in nature, and Lily's Core Magic, made the pregnancy viable.

Despite the oddity of the situation, Esther like most new grandmothers, she found herself completely loving the tiny child that had wormed itself into her heart. Looking down into those bright green eyes, she could not help but feel that her son was not such a big disappoint meant if he could make something so precious.

Esther watched over her grandson as time passed. She could not say that she would have ever approved of Lily as the woman was a bit irritating when she spoke, always acting as though she knew everything (and Esther was also unlikely to forget that the woman had had an affair and then passed off her grandson as someone else's child.) James Potter and his friends were idiots, never taking anything seriously. And who in their right mind gives a one year old a flying broom meant for children seven and older? The poor child had almost killed the cat and given himself a concussion when he ran into the wall.

Watching as Lily and James died in the attempt to protect her grandson endeared them to her a little bit, but the idiot that was supposed to take care of her grandson went after the betrayer instead of taking care of Haraldr. An action which lead to yet more people of which she did not approve. First of all, Dumbledore and McGonagall would never make up for leaving her grandson on a doorstep in November. Nor would she ever approve of the Dursleys, which were doing a horrible job of taking care of her grandson.

She kept an eye on her grandson as he was shoved into a cupboard like unwanted boots. As time passed and Haraldr turned the age of four, she became more and more worried as her grandson remained extremely small and seemed to have very little energy. He was not much larger than he had been when left at the Dursleys. Yes, the Dursleys did not feed him enough, but it still seemed that he was much smaller than he should be even with the undernourishment.

It was purely by chance that she was watching over her grandson in his cupboard when Dudley (Another stupid name for a child) ran passed the cupboard yelling for his mother to take care of his scrapped knee. Esther gasped as she watched the little veins under her grandson's eyes as they darkened at the scent of the blood. Haraldr did not just need more food, but he also needed blood.

As soon as her grandson was asleep, she began to push with her magic from the Other Side. This was a technique commonly used by the Witches on the Other Side to contact their descendants. Though Haraldr obviously had a Core of Magic like his mother, he was also the grandchild of the Original Witch, and her power should be strong in his veins.

For the first time, Esther met with her grandson within his dreams. Haraldr did not care that it was a dream; he had someone that loved him and called him something other than Freak or Boy. He was used to Haraldr before he ever realized his mother had named him Harry.

During the night while everyone slept, Haraldr was deep within his dreams soaking in everything his grandmother told him. He was still very young, and Esther was the first person he remembered ever spending anytime talking to him, so he did his very best to learn what she taught him. He learned to meditate so that he could push towards the other side as well, allowing for even more time with his grandmother. Within a few months, Haraldr knew as much Old Norse as he did English, and he could write more in Old Norse. He had practiced with broken crayons and scraps of paper when he was awake, his grandmother having told him that it was very important that he be able to write these characters perfectly.

Finally, a few months before he was to turn five, Haraldr was ready to do his first spell. Petunia had dragged him out of the cupboard and into the kitchen after Vernon and Dudley had left for the day. She was planning on teaching him how to cook so that cooking could be one of his chores. When she leaned over to look into the window on the front of the oven at the cookies she was making for her precious Dudders, Haraldr picked up the pan she had sat on the counter and smacked her as hard as he could on the back of the head.

As soon as she was on the floor, Haraldr was right beside her and pushing to get her onto her back. Looking at his aunt carefully, he made sure that he could hear her breathing before digging into the utensil drawer for a paring knife.

He was very careful as he cut into the palms of his aunt's hands. Using the blood that pooled there, he began to draw the symbols he had been practicing on her arms with his finger while chanting under his breath. "Þetta blóð í þjónustu mína." This spell was quite simple to cast despite its dark nature, which was one of the main reasons Esther had chosen it; it would also ensure that her grandson was taken care of in the future. The spell quite literally bound Petunia's blood into her grandson's service. For as long as he lived, she and anyone that carried her blood, would feel compelled to take care of Haraldr; the knowledge of what he needed would be instinctual. The fact that Dudley would no longer feel the need to beat up his younger cousin was a bonus.

Once the spell was complete, Haraldr leaned down and drank every drop of remaining blood in his aunt's hands. He got a cleaning rag and wiped away all evidence of his spell before he bit into his thumb and fed his aunt enough blood to heal her of the small cuts on her palms. By the time she opened her eyes; he had slipped into a chair and was sitting quietly while watching his aunt.

Petunia didn't say anything when she sat up, but Haraldr could see that she was looking at him differently. While he did not recognize the expression, his grandmother did. Petunia was afraid of her Haraldr. They watched as Petunia got off the floor and made breakfast for Haraldr. She paused only long enough to look at her nephew in fear before she used the same paring knife that Haraldr had to slice into her palm. Within minutes, Haraldr was enjoying his first full meal at the Dursleys, complete with a glass of blood.

It was not until later that night that Esther found out what else her son had passed on to his progeny. Haraldr had been standing beside his aunt while she explained to her whale of a husband why she wanted to put Haraldr in the guest room from then on when the man had turned purple in rage. Esther had been afraid for her grandson as she could not protect him from the Other Side and had flinched when Vernon had drawn his fist back.

Obviously, Haraldr had been afraid too. Suddenly, Vernon was on his knees and grasping at his head in agony. As Petunia and Haraldr watched along with Esther, Vernon's nose began to bleed right before he gave one last gasp of breath and fell to the floor…dead.

Haraldr had had bouts of accidental magic before. Something that was obviously unique to Core Magicals as Esther could not think of any magic being accidental in Natural or Nature Magic; except for the possibility of seeing visions when touching someone of course. Natural Spells took intent while magic could sometimes escape from a Core and cause accidental magic.

Now, the spell that Haraldr had just used to protect himself was one that Esther had told him about when explaining ways that he could protect himself from supernatural creatures. She had told him about it, not taught it to him. Apparently, having Core Magic allowed him to get the results of the Natural Spell exactly the same way he would grow his hair back after a horrible haircut. At least the cause of death would be from an aneurysm and Haraldr couldn't be blamed for it, even by the Core Magicals. From what she had seen, they had no idea that Natural and Nature Magic was even possible, much less track it. She very much doubted that they would think he was able to cause an aneurysm with a bout of accidental magic.

Looking at her grandson, Esther sighed. While she was not sorry for the death of Vernon Dursley at all as he was a horrible excuse for a human, it did make her realize something else. All it took was a flash of amber in his eyes for her to know that not only had Niklaus managed to pass on Vampirism, but he had also passed on his werewolf gene. Haraldr was a Hybrid…well, more of a Hybrid anyway.

Esther shook her head as she gave thanks to the powers that be that she did not have many relatives on the Other side. Most of the time, a Natural Witch had to deal with seeking approval of their whole lines. She was positive that the others that called this realm home would have an issue with a living Vampire and werewolf Hybrid that was capable of both Core and Natural Magic's, but they had no say as they had no connection to Haraldr. They probably didn't even know about him yet.

As for her own family, they were Dark and would have probably been fairly lenient when dealing with descendants. They did not really care about the whole 'balance' issue as balance was something that happened naturally. Had they been there that is. Her great Aunt Freya had been there for a while before passing on after finding peace…something that does not happen often on the Other Side. She had never seen her own mother or great-grandmother here and could only surmise that they had also found peace before she had arrived, that or they were stuck in another plane of existence. Her great-grandmother was the first to practice magic in their family as far as she knew so there would have been no one else to greet her on the Other Side. Her grandmother, sister and first born had yet to experience the Other Side at all. Therefore, Haraldr only really had to have her approval for him to access the Natural Magic of their line.

It was hours later that Haraldr was tucked into his new bed in his new room. The ambulance had come and taken away the body of his uncle and the house was finally quiet. Once Haraldr was sleeping peacefully, Esther pushed with her magic and met him in his dreams. She had a new spell to teach him.

The next few mornings, a very quiet Petunia gave Haraldr his breakfast and glass of blood before beginning to clean the house. Dudley was normally still asleep until almost noon, so the house was almost completely silent. Once he was full about a week after his uncle had died, Haraldr approached his aunt and explained what he needed.

After giving him look confusion, she led him upstairs to her room where he was quick to climb onto the bed and sit quietly. It took her a few minutes of digging into the back of her closet before she produced a fairly small black jewelry box. While she did not have much in the way of jewelry, she had always felt that it was better to keep it out of sight where it would be safe.

Joining her nephew on the bed, she quickly laid out all of the pieces of jewelry that contained real gem stones and crystals. Things that she knew without a doubt were fake she left alone. Once everything was laid out, Haraldr closed his eyes and began to meditate so that he could speak with his grandmother. About thirty minutes later he opened his eyes and picked up one of the oldest pieces that had been laid out.

"This one." Haraldr held it up so that Petunia could see.

"That belonged to my grandfather…your great-grandfather I suppose. Do you need a chain for it so that you can wear it around your neck?" Petunia was already removing a pendent from a silver chain that would match fairly well with the silver on the ring that Haraldr had claimed.

"Yes, that would be nice. Thank you, Aunt Petunia." Haraldr took the chain and the ring and left his aunt on her bed with her remaining jewelry.

Climbing onto his own bed, he sat the chain off to the side and looked over his new ring. His grandmother had told him that the metal was silver, which was connected to the moon and would be useful with focus, awareness and clarity. The stone set into the silver was Green Jasper, a stone that was known as the 'rain bringer.'

His grandmother had been thrilled that his aunt had been in possession of something with Green Jasper in it and had told him that stones were very important for some of the more in depth Natural Magic's. Green Jasper was always revered by ancient civilizations and her own had been no different. The stone was excellent in encouraging a connection the Earth and would be helpful during meditation. In addition to easing the transition into a meditate state they were also ideal for grounding and centering at the beginning of a ritual, something that would be helpful when he started learning rituals from his grandmother. While there had been other stones, she had felt that this was probably the most useful. It was just a bonus that it matched his eyes and was not something he would be ashamed of wearing in the future.

After taking in every detail of his ring, he sat it on the comforter in front of him and closed his eyes. This spell was much easier than the spell that had bound his aunt's blood into his service and was more of intent based spell than spoken. As he concentrated on the spell under the watchful eyes of his grandmother on the Other Side, the ring began to float until it was simply hovering in front of Haraldr.

He smiled as he opened his eyes and allowed the ring to drop into his hand before placing it on the chain and then around his neck. His grandmother had whispered assurances to him in his meditative state that the spell worked. He was now the proud owner of a moonlight ring. This would ensure he had control over his transformations, though he did promise that he would not try and transform until he was older.

His grandmother had told him that he did not need a daylight ring like other vampires probably because he was a living vampire. He had not had any trouble with daylight yet, and so he probably would not unless he died first. Still, his grandmother thought that he still would not have to worry about the sun as his father had been immune to its effects until Esther had bound his werewolf. After that, he needed a ring like his siblings. Esther felt no need to try and bind Haraldr's nature though, and now that so much time had passed, she wished that she had not needed to do so to her son, as it had only caused him pain.

Now that they did not need to worry about having a werewolf puppy running around Little Whinging on the full moon, Esther spent most of her time teaching her grandson about the basics of Natural Magic. It was much easier to teach him without the stress of knowing that they had to do something specific right then.

Until he reached eleven and received his Hogwarts letter, Haraldr spent most of his free time learning from his grandmother. One thing that he had to spend a lot of time practicing was the art of compulsion. Esther could tell him the basics about what she had observed from her family, but she had never been a vampire. She was unwilling to forgo his training in the skill as he would need it for protection when he was away from his aunt. He began by practicing on his aunt and cousin, and then schoolmates and the adults that made their home in their town.

Because he was so young when she began to teach him and because she was the most important adult figure in his life, he was fluent in Old Norse. To be perfectly honest, Old Norse was more his first language than English. His aunt had given him odd looks when she had seen him writing in the pretty leather book she shad bought in the old language, but kept her thoughts to herself.

Haraldr had started his own grimoire when he had received the leather book at his grandmother's urging. He diligently wrote down each spell, potion and ritual that his grandmother shared. He had started another book that contained information on the different gems and crystals that he was learning about as well, something that he found completely fascinating. His grandmother said nothing when he began to compel some of the more well off adults in the town to buy him stones and crystals at auctions as well as the odd grimoire that came available. It was because of this that he had a fairly good collection of both by the time he started Hogwarts.

Esther was aware that she would have been disapproving if her own children had done the same, but she thought that her grandson needed as much practice as he could get…and his having access to grimoires from other family lines only increased his knowledge of magic and the stones were always of use as well. Even she had been impressed with some of the spells contained in the grimoires, though no so impressed with all the rules about keeping balance and such. Power was power and if you had it...use it.

When his Hogwarts letter came, she had told him everything she could remember about his parents and why they had gone into hiding. She told him of her irritation with the Headmaster for leaving him on the doorstep and that she thought that he had plans for him. When Hagrid showed up and took him for his first trip into Diagon Alley, they knew for sure that Dumbledore had plans involving Haraldr. They decided that the best thing that they could do was playing the part of the Boy-Who-Lived to the best of their ability and then disappear once he turned seventeen. If he had tried to leave before then or before he 'saved the Wizarding World', Dumbledore and the other Wizards would have never stopped looking for him. After his first year they added Voldemort to the list of people that would not leave him alone if he just left.

"So then I was at school…and you were there. So that is what happened." Haraldr finished speaking and looked at his professor with wide green eyes. There was a twitch at Severus's right eye.

"You have been a vampire the entire time you were at Hogwarts…and you managed to hide this from me?" He looked like he was about to explode or something.

"Well, yeah. It wasn't that hard. I only feed in the dorm rooms and when you were teaching me Occlumency I just meditated and allowed my grandmother to feed you visions from the Other Side. She did the same thing when Dumbledore tried to get into my head."

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just to make sure that I understand…completely; your real father is one of the Original Vampires and instead of letting me die, you instead turned me into a vampire as well?"

Haraldr began to fidget a little bit causing Severus to glare at him. "Well…okay, see this is what happened." That twitch got a little bit more violent. "Yes I turned you into a vampire, but when you fed on Ginny; your eyes flashed amber for a moment." Severus just blinked at him. "I am not like Remus where I have a virus to pass on, and I cannot pass on the werewolf gene…so you had to have a dormant gene already that somehow is not so dormant anymore. You are also a werewolf. You are a Hybrid like me and my father…but with magic."

"You turned me into a werewolf?"

"Well…no." Haraldr dragged out the no as he watched his professor for any sudden movements. "I don't have anything to pass on werewolf wise. It is much more likely that you already carried the gene and that it was dormant as you have killed before and not turned. I wonder if having Core Magic could suppress the gene?" Haraldr looked down at his feet as he pondered the issue. Looking back up he grinned at Severus. "I will have to make you a moonlight ring. Since you are a Hybrid like me you should have no problems with daylight, but we can check that in the morning."

Severus just stared at Haraldr for a moment as though he was looking for an answer to one of life's greatest questions. "What are you plans now?"

"Well…I am going to burn Ginny and Ron's bodies for one. There is a room in the basement that is warded for rituals." He stood and began to levitate Ginny's body. Ron had already been moved. "As for the rest; I am planning on leaving. I never really wanted to be Harry Potter anyway and I want to meet my father. He is in hiding right now from his step-father, so I don't know where he is…but he will eventually look for the Petrova Doppelganger. Grandmother is going to tell me when she feels the Doppelganger and then I am going to move nearby and wait for my father to show up."

"That is your plan?" Haraldr just nodded as Severus sighed from behind him. Once they reached the ritual room, he prepared to cast a spell to incinerate the bodies only to have the wand ripped out of his hand. "You cannot think that I will allow you play with fire in a house that I am currently standing in…dunderheaded idiot." The last was muttered as Severus cast a cursed fire at the bodies. While they watched the bodies burn, he asked another question. "How is your grandmother going to know where the Doppelganger is? I thought you said that she was pulled towards her blood."

"Well, she stays with me mostly, so she hasn't been pulled towards father for a long time. She thinks that because she has not left me there is no need for the pull. The Doppelganger is a whole nother thing though. Apparently she knows every time one matures enough to break the spell she used to bind Father's wolf." Haraldr turned wide green eyes towards Severus, who was startled to see an expression of trauma on the teens face. "Apparently, they are ready for the spell when they start menstruating. Did you know that Witches on the Other Side can give people visions? Grandmother used to do that to teach me stuff…but when I asked what menstruating was…she showed me…and then she showed me how babies were made and spells and rituals that use…stuff. She even showed me the proper way to collect menstrual blood and the organs from a woman. It was horrible." Haraldr looked as though he were reliving a nightmare.

As Severus ended the spell he turned and looked at his former student in amusement before snorting. "Your dead grandmother gave you the sex talk while telling you about magic that can use menstrual blood?"

"I am so gay." Haraldr muttered as Severus just pushed him back up the stairs and towards the sitting room. It took a few minutes of sitting quietly before Haraldr turned his attention back towards his professor. "What are you going to do now, Sir?"

Severus just sat and stared at Haraldr for a moment without speaking. This was the boy he had thought was the spawn of his most hated childhood enemy. The son of his best friend. The bane of the last seven years of his life. "If you think I have spent the last seven years of your life keeping you from doing something even more idiotic than usual only to turn you loose on an unsuspecting world now, you are truly an idiot. You will go to bed now and we will deal with everything in the morning."

Severus stood and swept out of the room, leaving a silent Haraldr staring at the door. After a few minutes of stunned silence a smile spread across his face.

Þetta blóð í þjónustu mína- This blood in my service Google Translate using Icelandic as google said that was close to Old Norse