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I've been going over my stories, all of them need some editing and shifting before I go back to them.

All chapters of this story are being rewritten as of now, 5/1/19.

All AN's will be deleted or altered as needed.

The story starts in the Vampire Diaries, but will eventually take place in the Originals. It's a Fem!Harry (they're sorta my thing) and Klaus established romance. I guess you can say it's sorta an established one sided ship.

By that I mean only she will remember the relationships, Klaus having been forced to forget by magical means.

Warning for cheesy romance and cliches ahead. Fem!Harry might be a Mary Sue, I'm not to sure...

1.

Hermione damn well better be grateful.

That was the only thought in Calla 'Cali' Potter's mind as she finally, finally!, made it out of the MACUSA building after four hours of hassle from the Americans. Traveling to the States was such a nuisance. If it was for anyone besides her old friend, she wouldn't have bothered. But it had been more than a year since she last saw the bushy haired girl, not to mention she owed her more than she could ever repay.

Directly after the war Hermione had been informed that her precautions regarding her parents, wiping their minds and sending them to the other side of the world, had been for nothing. They were still found by the Death Eaters, and though they weren't given the exact details, they all knew they suffered horribly before a Killing curse put them out of their misery.

Her two best friends, along with everyone else in the magical world, were in a very dark place at the time. Hermione because of her parents, and Ron because of Fred. It took a toll on their fledgling relationship, and within a few months they called it quits. That along with Cali's own mental trauma from the war, and well.. the Golden Trio was falling apart at the seams.

Hermione, who was working in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures quit her job and took up an apprenticeship under a renowned Wiccan or 'Borrower' witch by the name of Sheila Bennett. The slightly older girl had always been fascinated by Wiccan magic, and given the circumstances back home, thought it was the perfect time to pursue that interest.

Unfortunately for her best female friend, Sheila Bennett died two months after she arrived. But, obviously, Hermione decided to stick around and aid the recently deceased woman's granddaughter, Bonnie Bennett. From what Cali could tell, her friend didn't regret the decision, even if she did find herself in the middle of a bunch of supernatural drama because of it.

It had been just over two years since the end of the war, more than a year since Hermione moved to the States, and the nineteen year old Potter was still feeling incredulous about it all. Who would've thought that Hermione Granger would be the one to run off and live a life of adventure, while she Calla Potter stayed in Britain and helped Kingsley piece the ministry back together.

It was like something out of the Twilight Zone.

Anyway, the group of misfits her friend was involved with seemed to have gotten themselves into trouble, again, and so Cali was riding to the rescue. Honestly, emerald eyes rolled skyward ignoring the gawking people around her, she hadn't even been told what was going on, or what she was supposed to be doing to help. But again, she owed Hermione more than she could repay, so the redhead wouldn't complain... at least not out loud.

Finally making her way out of the building that housed the Magical Congress, Cali immediately spotted her best friend standing beside a dark blue old fashioned looking American muscle car. There was also a man leaning against the car, but she paid no mind to the raven haired stranger, preferring to study her friend she hadn't seen in more than a year.

Hermione looked good. The bags under her cinnamon eyes were all but gone, and the sickly pale color of her skin was replaced with a healthy glow, the weight she lost while they were on the run was also replaced with a pleasant amount of padding. Her hair was as bushy as ever though. Cali was glad about that last part, Hermione wouldn't be Hermione with out her wild bush of curls.

"Cali!"

"Mione!" The two old friends ran towards each other, meeting in the middle and embracing for one long moment.

Cali barely even flinched at the physical contact, something that only applied to a small number of people, she was glad Hermione was still on that list.

"You look fantastic!" Hermione crowed happily.

The fact that the older girl didn't call her out for no longer having the body of a twelve year old boy was only one of the reasons she considered her, her best friend. Even Ron would, and did, say something stupid about her new found curves after her intensive regiment of high grade nutrient potions.

"You too! Seems like getting away was good for you." They inspected each other at arms length.

"How's everyone?" The smile fell from Hermione's lips.

"We're getting by." Just because her attention wasn't on the stranger didn't mean she forgot he was there.

And speaking of the stranger..

"I hate to interrupt this moving reunion, but we have places to be, people to kill.. You know, the usual."

"People to kill?" Her eyebrow cocked in question as she turned to look the man over.

He was taller than her, not saying much really, everyone was taller than her, with ivory skin, stunning blue eyes, and short-ish black hair. He was also dressed in all black. Black boots, black jeans, black tee, and a black leather jacket even though it was the beginning of June and quite hot. And looked to be in his mid twenties.

He was handsome, but the smirk on his lips screamed arrogance, and there was something decidedly.. off about him. He must be one of the vampires Hermione told her about. Salvatore, she remembered her friend telling her of the two vampire brothers, and wondered which he was.

"Cali Potter." She introduced herself after her inspection.

"The famous Girl-Who-Lived. Huh, I expected you to be taller." Her lips turned down in a frown. "Oh turn that frown upside down, Damon Salvatore an absolute pleasure to meet you."

He took her hand and placed a chaste kiss on her knuckles, smirking up at her.

"Damon." Hermione warned before turning back to Cali. "You didn't bring anything with you?"

True enough, Cali was only wearing jeans and a tank-top with no bag of any kind in sight.

"I have a trunk in my pocket."

"Oh, of course." A slight blush decorated the bushy haired girls cheeks. Her friend seemed to have been away from the magical world for to long. "Well, Damon wasn't very eloquent about it, but we really do have places to be, and it's over an hour long drive."

"Why aren't we just apparating?" She grabbed the door handle to get in the backseat as Hermione climbed in the front with the vampire who moved so fast she didn't even see him get in the car.

"I thought I could use this time to fill you in on what's going on." She turned in her seat and looked back at the emerald eyed girl. "It's.. well.. it's not good."

"I assumed as much." She sat back against the comfortable leather seat, waiting for her friend to explain.

"Well don't keep our guest in suspense Witchy, tell her all the gritty details." Damon locked eyes with her in the rear view mirror, blue eyes sparkling but pained under the guise of good humor. "It's a truly riveting tale."

"I hate those." Cali admitted under her breath, getting a sarcastic smile from the vampire.

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