Fanfic combining Vampire Diaries and Harry Potter...
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In a world where vampires and death eaters are completely against each other, Katherine Moon and Draco Malfoy get caught up in the drama.
They are both madly in love with each other, in love wi...
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"Mum!" I yelled, rushing upstairs to my parents room, to get the answer for what kind of rubbish this letter was. "Dad!" They were in their room, getting ready for the day as I held a letter in my hands, claiming magic was real. Absurd.
"Muumm!" I yelled, my voice getting high pitched. I finally arrived at their room and slowly played with the knob and opened it.
"Good morning sweety." My mom, Sarah Moon, was combing her hair as my dad, Peter Moon, was looking at the newspaper of Mystic Falls to see if there were any news we hadn't known already.
"What the hell is this?" I said smashing the letter in my hands on my mom's vanity, her eyes widened as she read every word of it.
"Peter..." she spoke, sounding concerned. She slowly held the letter, her hand on her mouth, and walked next to my dad. "They are 5 years late."
"5 years late? What-" I was completely lost.
"How come-" My dad reacted to the letter just as similar as my mom did, "I was not expecting this."
"Can you guys tell me what's going on? Please?" But both my parents seemed to forget I was even in their room, "Ugh. Whatever." I mumbled and left their room, harshly slamming the door.
I entered my room, my books, notes, pencils all around my bed. Very untidy. I loved reading, and working. It calmed me. Reading calmed me. It was as if I was in an abyss this whole time until every single word from a page slowly climbed me up.
I quickly jumbled up every book on top of each other and placed them on my desk, leaving me some room in my bed to lie down and think of that letter.
"Hogwarts..." I silently said, "Magic... as if being a vampire wasn't crazy enough- now being a wizard? What is wrong with my life."
"Katherine?" my mother slowly knocked on my door, peeking in, "Can we talk?"
"I don't think that should be a question mom- we really need to talk." I spoke and noticed my dad coming as well.
"Kat-" his nickname for me was Kat. I never let anyone else call me Kat other than my father. It was a special connection, a bond, we both shared. "We should have told you this sooner." he admitted.
I still had no idea what they were talking about. They both seated right in front of me, on my bed. Their innocent, but not so innocent, faces stared into mine.
"We were- we were wizards." My mom helped my dad continue.
