Hello, Everyone! This is my first vampire diaries story so please be gentle. I am looking for a beta if anyone is interested. Someone to help me work out my mind would make me write faster. Also, I don't know who Harry/Henrick will be in a relationship but leave a review to voice your opinion. It will be slash though. It could be character from Vampire Diaries or Harry Potter. Could even be a Mikaelson if they give a good argument. Let me know what you think by leaving a review! This story will also be posted on Archive of Our Own under the same title.

Summary: Henrick Mikaelson was killed by wolves on that fateful night. What he didn't know was that someone he loved with all his heart caused him to be attacked. Luckily, he doesn't stay dead for long. He watched his siblings become the monsters that they were and vowed to never become like them. Little did he know that they would find him.

The Forgotten Brother Chapter 1

Have you ever wondered what it was like to die? Harry knows, he knows the feeling of death very well.

It moves slowly, every second seeming like hours. Blood would spill leaving a heavy haze of red.

He has been killed many times. He has committed suicide more times than he could count.

He would great Death with open arms like a lover. After all the times he had died, he knew Death more than any other. Truly, at this point Death was the only thing that was constant in his life.

That was funny, death being the most dependable and trustworthy in his life.

What could he say? He was cursed ever since his birth.

Which one you would ask? Well, his first one of course!

Harry knew his life now and accepted it.

There was nothing he could do.

All the pain and betrayal he has faced in his life left him a broken vessel. A beautiful work of art, but scars marred the surface making it worthless.

Of course, he still felt emotions. Sorrow, pain, empathy, regret, all the fun ones that left you aching. It was only the more positive emotions that Harry was detached from.

Lucky him.

He wasn't always this way.

No, there was a time where he was the happiest person around. Always talking to people, picking flowers for the people he cared out, trying his best to do something for others to show he had purpose.

But that all changed.

Slowly, with every death he experienced he felt a small crack appear in his soul.

Harry did not know why he decided to move to Mystic Falls, Virginia. Nostalgia, maybe? Or maybe it was just the most boring town he could think of and the last place he knew he could escape to.

It was funny how attached one could be to their first resting place.

He visits the area every couple hundred years or so. The deep forests and cool waters still leave traces on his skin. He likes to burrow into the soil by the creek and rest his eyes.

It was peaceful.

Too bad peace was something far from Harry's grasp.

When he first arrived in town, he knew he needed to come up with a good cover for the locals. Being a small town there was bound to be nosy neighbors and gossiping women.

Due to his small size he could not lie about his age and claim to be an adult. So, he forged some paperwork to make him an emancipated fifteen-year-old teen.

The goblins at Gringotts were happy to help forge the documents so he could live in the muggle world. For a small fee of course.

You could always trust a goblin to put business first.

After gold that is.

He made a cover story about his parents dying while he was young and when he was finally old enough filed for emancipation after living with distant relatives who led busy work lives.

He made enough money over the years to purchase entire countries and still not make a dent in his fortune.

His vault manager, Ragnok, who just so happened to be the Gringotts bank manager did little more than blink when he complied with the mandatory blood test and his results were…interesting.

Thankfully he managed to gain a semblance of a relationship with the goblin since he first met him when he was 'eleven'.

Ragnok grinned when he paid a small fee for goblins to take the gold from a few of the locations he stashed his wealth over the years to deposit in his vault.

The goblin even gave him a version of a muggle credit card to use for purchase which would be taken out of his vault.

Thoughtful, Ragnok is.

Harry bought a house in a small secluded part of town that led into the woods not far from the creek he liked to visit.

It was a beautiful two-story white lake house with green accents, a two-story double garage, an attached greenhouse, with a gazebo slightly down the path leading to the grass covered beach to the creek.

And a fireplace. Couldn't forget about the fireplace.

He didn't need so much space, but he could turn some of the bedrooms into a potions room, study, library, and maybe even a painting room.

Harry always loved swimming in the creek.

The older couple were surprised with the more than generous offer from the man and tried to argue over the price, but he said it was inheritance money and it was an investment.

They eventually agreed after much debate and the older gentleman even convinced him of taking some of the sturdy wooden furniture in the house and even teaching him how to use the sawmill in the back to make his own creations.

Harry agreed since wood working was something his older brother enjoyed doing and over the years, he couldn't manage to shake his habit of carving wood and other activities.

Harry went up the staircase in his house to lay on his modest sized bed.

The moonlight from the window only highlighting his incredibly pale skin, high cheekbones, raven black hair, and large doe eyes of emerald green.

He would start his first day of school tomorrow.

The first time after Hogwarts.

Since leaving all his friends. The Dursley's. The Wizarding world.

Hopefully he won't screw anything up.

Who was he kidding?