Where I Belong?

by Geeky_Mind

Summary:

Ever since she remembers, Valeria has been having dreams about people she has never met before. Hazy faces she couldn’t put names to – siblings, friends, enemies and the man she loved. She has no idea who these people are, but the only place that could find the answers was Mystic Falls. Female Harry. Drabble.

Notes:

Yep… Another new story. The idea just popped into my head after I was literally unable to find a good fiction with Harry/Stefan pairing. Now, some people will want to take my head off because I still have stories, which haven’t been updated in a long time, but just to let you know, I tried to write something, anything but I came up with nothing even after staring at my screen for hours. So, until my muse decides to come back from vacation, I thought why not post this?

This is going to be a drabble fic. And will start somewhere between Season 2.

Freya was never born. The deal Esther made with Dahlia will be revealed later. Valeria is Esther’s first daughter. I will not reply to the comments telling me that I’ve got it wrong.

Dreams and past memories would be written in italics.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and The Vampire Diaries. They belong to J.K. Rowling and L.J. Smith. I am writing this just for fun and no money is being made.

AN: I would like to apologize in case of any mistakes. I do not have a beta. Without further ado, let’s get started.

Chapter 1: Prelude

Her hands went to her throat as she gasped for breath, but no matter how much she tried, it was futile. She felt something crawling inside her stomach and as if on cue, she puked and blood dribbled down her chin and to the front of her dress.

Greenish-blue eyes, filled with panic begged her mother for help, only to find her staring back with horror.

Her mother begged her sister, who laughed cruelly but didn’t stop.

At that moment, she knew that it would be the last time she saw her family. The pain was too much and she fell to her knees and turned to look at her siblings one last time. She could see them screaming and crying, but they were stuck, just like their mother.

The witch was too powerful for anyone to fight.

Even though she was close to all her siblings, Valeria tried to smile one last time as her eyes sought out the ones identical to hers. She wordlessly tried to tell her twin that it would be alright, for he was the one who would suffer the most without her, but couldn’t.

Dark spots danced in front of her eyes and the people standing in front of her became hazy. She didn’t remember her head hitting the ground or when blissful darkness swallowed her.

Nor was she aware of the chaos she left behind.