A/N: Hey there! I am totally amazed with all of the awesome feedback that I've gotten for this story already, so thank you to all of my reviewers, favoriters, and alerters! I'm sorry this is so late, I was going to update on my sisters birthday (June 30th) but I woke up in the worst pain in my life, vomited for a few hours, and passed out…but I hope that it's everything you hoped for and more (Sorry if it's not…)!

Disclaimer: I am the almighty creator of nothing, which doesn't exist because everything is something and nothing is nothing except for nothing and…I forgot what I was going to say. The point is I don't own Harry Potter or TVD.

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Harry Potter and the Order of the Vampire – Chapter Two

Five minutes was all of the time it took for Voldemort to develop a permanent eye twitch. There was no way this could be happening. Five mortals who appeared in a random flash of golden light were bickering inanely in his presence…his presence. Him. The Dark Lord Voldemort. He was the one who opposed the light in every way and wreaked havoc on the world; the one who slaughtered many mercilessly for having unclean blood.

The noise in the room escalated as the Original siblings raised their voices and began gesturing angrily at each other (well, except for Finn and Elijah. They were gesturing rudely like gentlemen). Voldemort caught words like: hybrids, suicide, sibling murder, doppelgangers, and mother issues that spewed forth from their conversation as well as a quietly hissed I wish I'd brought the baseball bat, which of course Voldemort knew nothing about. After all, baseball was a muggle sport.

Voldemort's inner circle had been standing off to the side staring at the Originals in shock, completely and utterly unsure of what to do. Idly Voldemort wondered why he hadn't already killed the blabbering intruders and continued on with the meeting. Actually, that sounded like a great idea.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The lime green light flew at the man who had slightly longer slicked back brown hair with a face that practically screamed I don't want to exist anymore! The second the curse hit his chest the man collapsed to the floor and the siblings all shut up.

The tense vibe given off from the sudden silence and collapse of Finn dominated the air and made Voldemort smile, showing off pointier-than-normal teeth. The remaining four Originals just stared down at their fallen brother, clueless as to what just happened.

Voldemort was just about to raise his wand and fire off another killing curse when a groan pierced through the silence and the collapsed Finn stood back up.

"What was that?" Finn groaned, clutching at his head with his right hand.

"Impossible!" Voldemort was in shock; this should not be happening again, "You shouldn't be alive!"

"Wait," Finn said, removing his hand from his forehead, "That was supposed to kill me?"

"Yes!"

"No!"

Now both of Finn's hands were in his hair, which he tugged at in despair. Finn's reaction to his apparent fail in being murdered were confusing to all of the Death Eaters and Voldemort, but didn't seem to confuse the other Originals who just sighed and shook their heads.

"Sorry Finn, you know what it takes to kill one of us." Klaus said, laying a not-so-reassuring hand on his shoulder before walking back over to Rebekah.

Finn just sulked quietly while Kol rolled his eyes.

"What are you?" Voldemort hissed, not liking the fact that now he had a Harry 2.0 on his hands.

"What, you couldn't tell by our arguing?" the girl, Rebekah, replied somewhat condescendingly, while crossing her arms. After a three second stare down between her and the creepy snake-face she continued, "We're vampires!"

"It still should have killed you." Voldemort replied, which was true. The Avada Kedavra took away life, including that of those who had already died. It was impossible to survive (bar Harry Potter, but Voldemort was expecting to kill him soon so he didn't count).

"Not quite." This time it was Elijah who answered, all the while rolling a quarter between his fingers, "What may kill normal vampires won't work on us. You see we're the first, the Originals. There are only a select few ways we can die and whatever the heck you just did to Finn is apparently not one of them."

This definitely piqued Voldemort's interest. "And you are all powerful?"

The Originals just nodded their heads, several of them raising an eyebrow, wondering what the creepy pale baldy sitting on a giant throne with a massive snake curled around the back was getting at.

"I'd like for you to join me in my quest to destroy the light and Harry Potter. Together we can rule the world and keep only those of pure blood."

"Whoa, whoa whoa," Kol started, "First off, we don't even know who you are, or who this Harry Potter person is. Secondly what do you mean by destroy the light? And thirdly what time is this? You're all dressed like a sixteenth century occult!"

Rebekah added on, "And what do you mean by pure blood, like inbreeding? Not only does that cause diseases and lower IQ, but it also causes major deformities. And, take complete offense to this, you don't look very pure blooded yourself with your…" she scanned over his inhuman form with a critical eye, "Everything."

The twitch in his eye was back with a vengeance. He couldn't deal with this for much longer without murdering everyone in the room, which would have included his most faithful Death Eaters (minus Snape who was in Hogwarts gawking at the other time travellers, not that Voldemort knew). "Lucius!"

The black-robed man with long platinum blonde hair stepped forward and loyally bowed his head, "Yes, my Lord?"

"Answer their questions."

"At once." The man turned towards the Originals and began explaining everything. "He," Lucius gestured lightly towards Voldemort with his head, "is the Dark Lord Voldemort, here to keep the ancient ways of the purebloods alive with us, his Death Eaters. Harry Potter is the only person in the world to survive the killing curse, minus him now," Lucius waved his hand towards Finn while Voldemort clenched his teeth, "he is an annoyance and a hindrance to our cause and must be eliminated. The light is what the opposing side to this war calls themselves. They are prepared to mix races and bow down to their inferiors. And finally, the year is 1995."

"We went back in time!" this time it was Klaus that yelled. "This is preposterous! The only way this could have happened is if the Doppelganger and all of her little pals did a spell with that Bennett witch!"

"Do you think they're trying to get rid of us?" Rebekah asked with her eyebrows furrowed.

"That doesn't make any sense though, " Elijah continued, "They're just giving Klaus more time to build his hybrid army and enact his plans."

"H-hybrid?" a stuttering voice asked from within the gaggle of black-robed Death Eaters. "W-what do you mean by that?"

Klaus just rolled his eyes, exasperated by the current events, "He means, my werewolf-vampire hybrids."

"That's impossible." Lucius was the talker this time, "A werewolf bite would kill a vampire and vampire blood wouldn't revive a dead werewolf. Your hybrid fantasies are just that, fantasies."

A devilish smirk crossed Klaus' face as he slowly turned towards Lucius, eyes flashing dangerously in the low light, "Oh really? Because, I'm a hybrid."

Another shocked silence permeated the room before Voldemort began clapping slowly and ominously. "That is amazing. And have you ever made another hybrid before?"

"Yes."

"Marvelous. Once again I extend my hand for you to join us in our quest to dominate the world with only those of us whose blood is pure."

"We decline." Finn answered.

"Why?"

"Your war is of no concern to us, we just want to get back to our time and finish what we started."

"Yes, but how?" Elijah asked. He crossed his arms lazily over his chest and stared at his siblings. "To do something of this magnitude would require a powerful witch."

This was it. Voldemort had what he needed to control the powerful beings before him. "Me and my Death Eaters would be happy to perform a spell to get you back to your own time."

The Originals stared at him mistrustfully, "And what's the catch."

"You help me invade Hogwarts and kill Harry Potter and the old Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and we will send you home. It's not very difficult."

"So that's all you want us to do?" Kol asked, "Kill a kid and an old guy with a funny name and we're free to go home? I accept."

"Same here." Klaus said.

"Fine, whatever." Rebekah.

"If that's all." Elijah.

"No." Finn. His siblings all stared at him.

"Oh come on! It's just two people! Then you can go back to mourning our pathetic existences or whatever in our own time. It's not like we've never had to kill before!" Rebekah yelled out, just wanting the entire ordeal over and done with so she could figure out where Elena was and wring her neck for getting them stuck there with these freaks.

"I agree with her Finn, besides you don't even have to do the killing. One of us will do it." Kol patted Finn on the shoulder.

Finn just rolled his eyes, "Fine, but you owe me for this."

"So then it's settled!" Kol exclaimed, clapping his hands together and turning towards Voldemort. "Okay Moldycore we've agreed to help with the elimination of one Harry Potter and Alb-something Dumb-Door."

Yes, Voldemort thought to himself as he watched the group of vampires glide out of the room, arguing on the way, that twitch was definitely never going away.

TBC

A/N: During my sickness I completely forgot everything that I wanted to do with this chapter and decided to wing it…this is the result. I know that there was a lot of talking and blah, but it will get better, trust me. I will most likely update again on my birthday, which is July 5th, along with my main baby (story) The Boy Who Became a Hawk. So see you then!

Please, please, please Review! I love reading them and they were so encouraging. I probably wouldn't have updated this month without them (mostly because I procrastinate – and apparently get sick (Like the fortieth time this year and it's only half over) – so yeah). XD