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AN:Uh… Well, I'm so sorry for the extremely late update, but here it is. I've been extremely busy and I lost my muse somehow, but I'm working on it along with my 12-hour job and studying for an exam. Next time, I will try to update sooner. Once again, none of my stories are abandoned. Thank You for all your reviews and sorry if I haven't replied. Life got hectic!

The dates and timeline isn't the same.

I don't have a beta, so I would like to apologize for my mistakes in advance as this chapter isn't edited. Please do not copy this story.

CHICAGO, Friday, May 3rd 1918

Carlisle's House

Stunned silence followed her declaration as Florence looked at the men who were gaping at her.

"This is a joke, right?" Edward asked looking ready to bolt out of the door; while Carlisle and Newt were staring open mouthed.

She looked at him and asked instead, "Why would I joke about something like this?"

Carlisle cleared his throat unnecessarily, looking at her with pity and stated politely, "I apologize Miss. Florence, but you cannot expect us to believe something like this."

"Look I know its unbelievable…" She started, but was cut-off by Newt. "Travelling that far into the past or future isn't heard of. Time turners doesn't work like that."

"You honestly aren't buying this!" Edward fumed. At the same time Carlisle asked, "Time-turner?"

They were staring at her like she was mad. Even though she was able to understand why they weren't willing to believe her, she had been though a lot lately. She wasn't even sure if her friends were alive and if Voldemort was dead or not! She did not want people, especially a wizard to think that she was mental. So, she shouted, startling them all. "It wasn't a time turner!"

She grabbed her bag and hastily pulled a book and couple of newspapers from inside before throwing them on the table angrily, ignoring how Newt's hand was tightened on his wand.

"This book… You wrote this!" she picked the book and threw it in Newt's lap and was extremely satisfied when his eyes widened with disbelief.

Edward and Carlisle peered at the book while Newt just stared. "This is…"

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. The book you wrote, but it won't be published until 1927."

"I've yet to finish the editing." Newt stated weakly.

Carlisle took the book and flipped it open. "It's the fiftieth edition. How?"

"I told you! I was born in 1990. Here!" she showed them the two newspapers wouldn't reveal everything, but would prove that she wasn't lying.

They stared at her, but took the papers from her hand and blinked.

True to her words, the paper was printed in the year 2005 and the headline read – 'Dumbledore, Potter vindicated!' Which had a picture of Dumbledore holding Florence who was clearly unconscious.

The next was 'The Times' stating that 'The Millennium Bridge destroyed, Killing 89 in the terrorist attack.' Which was dated in the year 2006.

The last paper had the same news, but it was published in 'The Daily Prophet'. 'Bridge collapse – Death Toll Rises', 'Death Eaters destroy Diagon Alley' and the last one – 'Florence Potter, The Chosen One?' Dated in the year 2006 as well.

Newt looked at her, confused and croaked out, "That's Dumbledore. What…"

Florence said vaguely, "You don't know. Its construction began in the late 1990's. You know I can't forge these."

"It's almost 100 years from now." Carlisle said, his voice filled with awe.

Edward stared at the book and the papers before turning towards her and stated with wonder, "You really are from the future."

She nodded at him, but her focus was on Newt. He was the only one who could help her in going back to her time. Him believing her was of utmost importance right now. He finally looked up from the papers and asked, "What happened?"

She frowned, but understood that he was asking about the news. She wasn't sure how much she could tell him, but she decided to give him the truth. At least the bits that shouldn't harm much, so she told him bluntly, "The war."

Their eyes widened simultaneous. "The war isn't over?" Edward gasped horrified; while Newt gaped at her and asked, "War? Grindelwald?"

Florence shook her head and told Edward, "No. The muggle war would be over by the end of this year." Then she turned towards Newt and said, "I don't think I should reveal more than I already have, but it isn't Grindelwald."

He couldn't help but ask, "Someone started the war again?"

Florence looked at him and said, "He's known as one of the most powerful and dangerous Dark Wizards of all time."

"And you're fighting against him?" he asked and then added as an afterthought, "Wouldn't Dumbledore know you aren't there anymore? I'm sure he would try to find you. There's nothing hidden from that man." It was clear by the picture that she was someone important.

She shook her head and muttered, "He's dead."

Newt's eyes widened as he stared at the picture of Dumbledore looking old and the girl sitting in front of him. His mind was filled with questions, but he wasn't sure what to ask first or why couldn't she trust Dumbledore, because as far as he knew, Albus Dumbledore was the one man he could trust his life with. He needed to focus on the more pressing matters right now. So, he looked at the girl and asked slowly, "So, this war… I'm assuming you were an intricate part of it?"

She didn't answer, but gave a single nod and he tried again, "May I ask why don't you want Dumbledore to know? I'm sure he could help."

Newt kept his eyes on her and was surprised that her eyes turned cold at the mention of his mentor's name. She clenched her jaw and stated simply, "I don't trust him and I don't want him involved until I have no other option left."

Newt wasn't sure why, but for now his instinct told him to trust her judgement. If she was from the future, then she might know things that no one else did. He studied her for a long time, but nodded and she sagged with relief.

Carlisle, who had been observing them until now asked curiously, "I'm sorry to ask this Miss. Potter, but how did you end up here?"

This was what Newt and Edward had been thinking and they too looked at her for answers.

Florence swallowed the lump forming in her throat and replied, "I don't know… I was hit with a curse and when I opened my eyes… Edward was about to crush me with his car."

Two pair of wide-eyes snapped towards Edward, who was turning redder than his hair, clearly embarrassed and spluttered, "You weren't there!" She arched an eyebrow at him, so he added hastily, "You came out of nowhere! I would have obviously seen someone like you in the middle of a street!"

She frowned, but Edward snapped his mouth shut and turned away from her, still looking as red as a tomato.

Newt looked at Edward before he turned back towards Florence. "Which curse?"

"Hmm…?" She looked at him confused until she realized what he was asking and whispered uncomfortably, "Oh! Uh… The killing curse."

A sharp intake of breath and a gasp of, "What?!" had them all looking at Newt, who was staring at Florence with his jaw hanging open and asked bewildered, "Ho-how are you alive? Its impossible!" Before she could answer, he added triumphantly, "It didn't hit you, did it? Of course, it didn't! You travelled here before it could hit you."

Florence winced at that and murmured, "Actually, it did."

"What?!" Newt stared at her like she was a ghost about to disappear soon.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she undid the top button of her dress earning a sharp cry of horror from Edward, "What are you doing?" And a scandalized "Miss. Potter!" from Carlisle; while Newt was looking down at his shoes.

She frowned at them confused until she realized why they were horrified. "Oh, come on!" She snapped. "I'm not removing my clothes!"

The three men peaked and only looked at her when they realized that she was indeed decent and was showing them a mark on top of her chest. It was a deep red cut, like someone had carved it with a knife and before any of them could question about it, she said, "It's where the killing curse hit before I was transported here."

Newt looked at her dubiously and stated, "No one can survive the killing curse."

Florence snorted as she closed the button of her dress as Carlisle looked at her and asked, "Killing curse? Even though the name is self-explanatory, but I'm assuming surviving it is nearly impossible?"

"I'm the only one, Carlisle." She told him with a humourless smile as she pushed the bangs from her forehead and showed the scar to him.

"Twice? You survived it twice?!" Newt asked in a whisper, hovering near her.

She sighed and instead of answering, she questioned, "Look, Newt. I don't know how the war ended. My friends and family are there. I don't even know if they survived. I need to go back! Can you help me?" she was almost begging by the end, but she could care less.

Newt looked at her wordlessly and took in the tears shining in her eyes. He didn't know how much of she was telling was the truth, but he was going to find out soon. He found himself nodding and promised, "I'll try to do everything I can."

She looked at him gratefully before almost tackling him into a hug and whispered a 'Thank You'. He stiffened along with Edward and Carlisle merely observed her. 'Future seemed like an extremely different place from what they were used to.'

Florence pulled back and blushed when she noticed three pair of eyes practically gawking at her, and whispered, "Sorry. I forgot that things are different here."

Damon's Pov

Friday, May 3rd, 1918

Damon wandered on the streets of Chicago looking around. He knew where his brother lived, but he needed to hunt before he met his brother. There was no doubt that as a ripper and no humanity Stefan wouldn't be easily pursued. He needed his strength and for that he needed a juicy meal. He smirked as his eyes landed on a blonde. It was going to be fun.

Carlisle's House

It was almost dark and Edward was itching to leave this place. No matter how intriguing it was, he was feeling uncomfortable and wanted to go home. A place which was his safe heaven. He had learned things he couldn't have imagined and he needed time to process it all. He was bought out of his musings when he heard his name and looked up at Florence, who tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear before looking into his eyes and whispered, "Edward. I… I'm thankful that you and your mother gave me a place when I had no where to go, but I understand if you no longer want me there… after everything."

Edward looked into the green eyes, so much different than his and asked, "Where will you go?"

Florence shifted uncomfortably before shrugging. "I'm sure Newt could help me in finding a place. I… I'm not sure… how long it will take to find a way back home and I couldn't impose on anyone. You didn't ask for all of this. You've been more than kind when you could've easily left me on the road." She told him with a soft smile.

Edward gulped, his heart racing as she smiled at him and found himself speaking without his conscious thought, "Mother wouldn't be happy if I leave a girl alone in a big city like this."

Florence looked back into his eyes and asked softly, "Are you sure?"

Edward nodded silently, sighing that she hadn't asked anything else, because he wasn't sure why he wanted her with him. Nor did he know what he would've told her.

She smiled at him before turning back to Carlisle and Newt. The vampire was curious than anyone he had ever met and wanted to learn everything about the new world, while Newt had promised to find all he could, so she could go back. They had decided that they would meet here in 2 days again to discuss everything else.

Once she was done and was seated next to him in his car, Edward peeled out of there without another word, just as the wizard vanished with a loud crack.

Edward took a breath once he was out of the woods, literally and had never been relieved to see the buildings in all his life. Florence was clutching her bag and looking out the window, while his brain was busy processing the fact that a witch was sitting in his car. Vampires were real and the one he had met was a doctor! There was a whole other world hidden they knew nothing about and he trampled the sudden urge to laugh hysterically. He would have the breakdown, once he was safe in his room. The urge to see his mother was even more overpowering now for some reason. He also understood why she had been angry earlier this morning when he had told her his wish to join the war. She wasn't making fun of him because he was 'young', but she knew and had the firsthand experience of it. Now that he thought about it, he remembered he saying that she had no idea how her friends were! They've been fighting in the war together and once again, he snapped his mouth shut as he realized that there may be people – her friends and family, who were killed.

He was so busy contemplating everything, that he didn't see the man lying in the middle of the street until Florence shouted his name and he served the car from the road, hitting his head on the wheel. He might've blacked out for a moment because he woke up to a pounding headache and Florence shaking him awake. He blinked at her blearily and heard her sighing as she hugged him. Edward stiffened at first before almost melting into her. She whispered in his ear, "Oh! Thank Merlin! You're alright!" And he shivered as her warm breath touched his ear. She was the only woman to touch her beside his mother and this was the only reason he forgot that he had probably hit a man, until she pulled back and got out of the car hastily to check on the man.

Edward blinked back the daze and cursed before getting out of the car himself. She should've stayed in the car as it was unsafe for women, so he almost raced to catch up to her, where she was kneeling beside the man.

"Florence, you stay in the car. I can check him." He ordered and winced when her eyes narrowed at him. Oh, yes! She was a witch! How could he forget? But before he could open his mouth, the back of his head hit a tree and he found himself facing a man, who was smiling at him. How had he moved so fast? Suddenly, the hand on his throat tightened as he gasped for breath and his eyes widened even further as the man's mouth opened in a silent snarl. His eyes were red and black veins started pulsing under them – but the fangs were the only thing that terrified him the most. Edward closed his eyes, silently willing Florence to run or disappear and save herself, when he fell to the ground, taking hue gulps of breath. He opened his eyes looking around wildly and saw Florence standing in front of him, wand clutched tightly in her hand, while the not man… was on the ground a few feet away from them.

He stood on shaky legs, ignoring the pain in his head before clutching Florence's arm which wasn't holding the wand. She turned towards him, touched his forehead and he winced when her hand came back red. 'He was bleeding.' Edward thought belatedly as she pointed her wand at his head and muttered something under her breath.

"What…?" He didn't complete his sentence as she answered, "I immobilized him. Let's take care of you first, yeah?"

It wasn't long before she pulled her wand away and Edward realized that he wasn't bleeding anymore, nor was his head paining, but as soon as he felt relief, it turned into panic as the man was up before he could blink and snarled at them. He didn't even have the time to warn Florence, because as fast as lightning, Florence waved her wand and had the man pinned to the tree. He turned to look at Florence and shivered when he saw her eyes, nothing like the warm green he had become accustomed to, but cold and furious.

The thing… was still snarling as she moved towards him and Edward's eyes widened and his heart rate increased. What was with this girl following trouble all around? His grip on her hand increased and he pleaded, "Florence. Let's go back. Please."

She turned towards him and said softly, "Edward. If it isn't us, he's gonna kill someone else. Trust me?"

Edward closed his eyes and nodded. He must be the most stupid human ever as he kept her hand in his and faced the creature in front of them. Now that he looked closer, he realized with a jolt that this person was wearing a suit just like his father or other men wore. He wasn't snarling anymore and looking at Florence with his head cocked to one side.

The creature smiled at Florence and asked with a silky drawl, "I haven't seen someone doing magic with a stick in all my life. What are you? A witch?"

Florence winced when Edward's hand tightened even more, but she focused on the vampire. Now this was the species she was familiar with, having faced them in the war; but unlike the others, he looked almost human. He was tall and looked to be in his early 20's. His body was lithe and knew he had an undeniable strength which was radiating from him. He was wearing a suit and had black hair. He had a square jaw, chiselled features, a menacing smile which promised pain and piercing blue eyes. The thing that captivated her the most were his looks. It was like looking into a mirror and at a male version of herself, only with blue eyes.

A memory flashed in front of her. The same man, albeit a bit younger sleeping in his bed and she along with her twin jumping on him to wake him up. Him talking her to ride a horse with him despite their father's anger. Him consoling her and her twin on their mother's funeral.

She came back and found herself leaning against Edward, who was looking at her with eye filled with terror.

"Florence?" Edward whispered as he looked at her again. "Are you alright?"

She blinked up at him before nodding and her eyes went to the man again, who was looking at her strangely.

"I know you." She whispered as she took a step closer to him, but Edward held her tight against him. The man frowned, but looked at her peculiarly.

A name floated in her head and she whispered it out-loud. "Brother."

It must have startled the man because his blue eyes went wide and he went stiff where he had been tied against the tree. "What?" He gaped.

"Damon." Another whisper as the two stared at each other, while Edward stood shocked, not sure how to respond.

"Andrea?" It was the last thing she heard before her world went black.

Damon stared with disbelief at the girl in front of him.

Valentina Andrea Lillian Salvatore!

A name, that hadn't left his mind ever. His sister! Only Andrea and Stefan used to call him 'brother' and he hadn't heard the word in a long time. Now that he looked closer, he realized that she had Stefan's eyes and she looked just liked him. He and Andrea had been so similar that everyone used to tease them, that she should've been Damon's twin instead of Stefan's. The girl in front of him couldn't be more than 16 or 17 and she wasn't a vampire. She should've been old, but then he remembered another thing. His sister used to do small things which they kept hidden from their father. The girl standing in front of him was definitely a witch, but why the stick?

Was the girl really his sister or was someone playing with him? He would kill each and everyone of them if it was a game! But no one other than Stefan knew about Andrea's existence, not even Katherine. It was too personal, something, both he and Stefan wanted to cherish. He watched with narrow eyes as the girl collapsed and the boy caught her before she could hit the ground, and just like that, he was free. He blurred towards her and the boy shrunk back from him, eyes wide with fear, but he didn't leave Andrea.

"Don't hurt her, please." The red-head begged, clutching Andrea and Damon rolled his eyes and said with a smirk, "I'm not going to hurt her. You, on the other hand…"

The boy flinched, but stayed where he was as he checked the girl. He could obviously hear her breathing, but he wasn't sure that he believed her. So, he did what he always did.

He looked into his eyes and compelled, "You stay where you are without a word. And no sound."

The boy repeated the words before going quite and Damon focused on her as he entered in her dream.

Dream

He looked around and his eyes widened. The place! This was their home! Where he used to teach his sister how to ride a horse despite their father's protest. He heard laughter and turned around only to see his younger self paying with Andrea and Stefan, who couldn't be more than 6 years old.

The scene changed and he found himself in his room at their mansion. 8 years old Stefan and Andrea sleeping beside him because they were afraid of lightning.

The scene changed again, but this time he was in a cemetery. Stefan clutching his pants while he was holding Andrea, who was sniffling as they buried their mother.

Damon saw her paying in the field when someone grabbed her. She turned around and saw the soliloquy of a man and screamed for her brother. He stood frozen as he saw Andrea screaming his name before the man held her tightly and everything faded.

End of Dream

Damon's eyes snapped open as he gasped. His sister's screams etched into his brain, begging for him to help, but he couldn't do a thing. He remembered the day as clear as yesterday. He remembered hearing Andrea's screams as he ran towards her voice. He remembered looking for her everywhere he could and not finding a single trace of his sister. He remembered the thorough beating him bloody because he couldn't take care of his siblings. He remembered little Stefan hugging him and both of them falling asleep in hope that the new day would bring back their sister. He remembered when Stefan stopped talking after Andrea was taken and then getting extremely sick. He remembered being afraid and praying to anyone who would listen, to not take his brother away only a month after their mother's demise and his sisters' disappearance.

He looked down at the girl's face and frowned when he noticed drops of water on her face, only then realizing that they were his tears. He had been holding her and sobbing like he never had! Not since he realized that he had to be strong for Stefan.

He looked up into the frightened eyes of the boy and barely resisted the urge to snap his neck. If this was his Andrea, then she wouldn't like him killing her friend. He couldn't remember how long he stayed on the ground, with his sister clutched in his arms. Damon didn't know who the boy was or where Andrea lived. Of course, he could compel the red-head, but first he needed to find out everything else. Now that he was almost positive that she was his sister, he was going to find out who took her and kill them.

But first, he compelled the boy to forget about their little incident and take Andrea home safely. He himself wasn't far behind. Finding Stefan could wait for a couple of days.

EN: Thank you if you're still with me on this story and I hope you liked it. Have a nice day everyone. 😊

May 21st, 2019