The Original Wizard; MOD!HP x TVD

Chapter 2

Caroline was not the last of Harry getting involved with Elena and her group.

Apparently, try as she might, Caroline could not keep Harry a secret - which made him glad he didn't force her to swear an oath - but the idiots who knocked on his door had the wrong idea of what kind of witch he was.

First were the Salvatore brothers and their lunacy at near the ass crack of dawn.

Harry grumbled beneath his breath at the incessant knocking at his door, his head pounding with a hangover induced migraine.

Honestly, he didn't have the time nor the patience to be dealing with anyone so early in the morning, and try as he might to ignore the people at his door, they just kept knocking.

After five minutes of knocking, Harry finally managed to drag himself from the couch in his living room and open the door.

Damon had not been expecting to see Mystic Fall High's pretty boy when he had been told about another witch in town.

The boy - who couldn't be older than seventeen - looked like death had warmed over when he opened the door.

His usually wild black hair was even wilder, his skin was even paler than usual, and the boy was sporting dark circles beneath his eerily bright green eyes.

Honestly, Damon almost felt a little bad about knocking on Harry's door so early in the morning, but when he remembered that the boy was a witch that he had no idea about - basically, the boy could be a potential enemy - the shame quickly left.

"Can I help you?" Harry snapped out as he glared at the two Salvatore vampires.

"We heard from a birdy-" The blue eyed vampire began.

"That statement rarely ends pretty." Harry mumbled, cutting Damon off as he began fishing around in his pockets for his carton of cigarettes. He carelessly - as though he'd done it a million times and at this point he probably had - pulled out a cigarette and lifted it to his lips. He wandlessly and wordlessly lit the tip and inhaled, making sure to blow the smoke in the direction of the Salvatore brothers.

Just because he answered the door did not mean he had to be polite. He had been sleeping without nightmares for once and they interrupted it, so Harry felt it completely in his right to be rude.

"What?" Damon looked confused for a moment, then very pissed as he stared at the young man who dared to blow cigarette smoke at him. Had the boy been female, he might've been attracted to such a scene, but seeing as Damon did not roll that way, it only infuriated him.

"Shut up. Let me guess, Caroline couldn't keep the big secret probably because you-" Harry paused to point at Damon, "-forced it out of her. So yes, I'm a witch, yes I helped her, no I didn't force anything on her. She needed help and I happened to know some spells to help, as well as a spell to lessen the thirst for blood, so I offered them." Harry shrugged as he pulled a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke through his nose.

"You can do that?" The younger Salvatore brother asked as Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes. I can." Harry snorted as he stepped outside - against his better judgment - and flicked the ash from his cigarette.

"I'm assuming you're here to threaten me or glean some type of understanding as to why I - a lone witch - am living here alone in Mystic Falls, right?" Harry looked at the two brothers and noted Stefan's rather sheepish look and the growing irritation on Damon's face.

"I want absolutely nothing to do with any of the drama you have. That's why I haven't said or done anything despite knowing about the entire situation. My help - if you want it - is not free. So it might be best to stick with your current witch and leave me out of whatever half-cocked plan you come up with." Harry looked at the two brothers with a less than pleased look. If they wanted his help, they would need to pay him. He wasn't a magical vending machine, and Harry was tempted to make Bonnie start charging for her own services. He knew he'd never convince the girl, but he at least wanted to hint at the idea to her.