Chapter 3: Chapter 2: Shadows of the Past
The drive to the Mikaelsons' secluded estate was silent, the only sound the gentle hum of the engine as Klaus cradled the small, fragile form of his son. He still couldn't fully comprehend the truth that had been revealed to him—Harry, the child left on the doorstep, was his son. A son he had never known existed.
Klaus had lived over a thousand years, experienced countless betrayals and unexpected twists of fate, but this—this was different. This was both a revelation and a reckoning. The letter from Lily and James Potter had shattered what he thought he knew, not just about them, but about himself. All this time, they had kept this secret from him—not out of malice, but out of fear, out of love. He didn't blame them for it. They had done what they thought was best to protect their child.
But now Harry was his responsibility, and the thought of the boy in danger, left vulnerable on the doorstep of those despicable Dursleys, made his blood boil. He had been absent from his son's life for too long—now, he would make up for that in any way he could.
The car wound through the dark, narrow roads leading to the Mikaelsons' estate, far removed from prying eyes. Elijah, sitting in the front seat, was silent, his thoughtful gaze occasionally flicking back toward his brother. Rebekah, too, was quiet, absorbing the gravity of what had just happened. They were all accustomed to chaos, to sudden turns of fate, but this—this was different. A child was involved. Klaus's child.
As the car slowed to a stop before the grand estate, Klaus glanced down at the tiny face nestled against his chest. Harry was still fast asleep, his small hands clutching the edges of the blanket that swaddled him. Klaus hadn't known this boy existed until tonight, yet the fierce protectiveness he felt was undeniable.
Rebekah was the first to step out of the car, her sharp eyes scanning the perimeter. "He's beautiful, Nik," she said softly, glancing at the child with rare tenderness. "He looks like both of them."
Klaus stepped out next, holding Harry carefully in his arms. "Yes," he agreed, though the words were bitter on his tongue. "He does."
As they walked toward the manor, Elijah fell into step beside Klaus. His usual calm demeanor was tinged with concern. "You know they'll come looking for him," Elijah said quietly. "The wizarding world won't let Harry Potter disappear without a trace."
Klaus's jaw tightened at the mention of that name—Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the child who had somehow survived a dark curse meant to destroy him. A boy revered in the wizarding world. Klaus didn't care about any of that. Harry wasn't just a symbol of some prophecy; he was Klaus's son, and that meant something far more profound.
"They won't find him," Klaus said, his voice low, dangerous. "No one will take him from me. Not wizards, not Dumbledore, not anyone."
They entered the grand foyer of the estate, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the marble floors. Klaus had lived in countless homes over the centuries, but this place—this fortress—was more than just a residence. It was a sanctuary, a place where no enemy could reach them. And now it would be Harry's first home.
Klaus gently laid Harry down on a plush sofa in the spacious living room, making sure the boy was still wrapped warmly in his blankets. Harry stirred slightly, his bright green eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. The child's gaze met Klaus's for the first time—those eyes, so much like Lily's, seemed to stare into Klaus's very soul.
"Papa..." Harry mumbled, his small voice barely a whisper.
Klaus felt his heart clench at that word—Papa. The boy had known of him, even if Klaus had never known of Harry. Lily and James had ensured that their son knew his origins, even if they had kept the truth from Klaus. They had wanted Harry to know that Klaus was out there, that he was part of his life, even from afar.
Klaus leaned down, brushing a hand gently over Harry's soft hair. "I'm here now," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel. "You're safe."
Harry's eyes closed again, his breathing deep and peaceful as he drifted back to sleep. Klaus stood over him for a long moment, a mixture of love and guilt swirling in his chest. How could he have not known? How could he have missed the first fifteen months of his son's life? Lily and James had been in hiding, yes—but they could have told him. They should have told him.
Still, he couldn't blame them. The letter had made it clear—they hadn't wanted to burden him with the knowledge, hadn't wanted to pull him into their world of danger. But now they were gone, and the burden had been thrust upon him regardless. Klaus would carry it. Gladly. For Harry's sake.
Elijah approached, standing beside Klaus as he looked down at the sleeping child. "This changes things," Elijah said softly, his usual pragmatism tempered by the gravity of the situation. "You can't keep him hidden forever, Niklaus. The wizarding world will eventually come looking for him."
Klaus's eyes darkened, his voice cold as he responded. "Let them try. I'll tear apart anyone who tries to take him from me."
Elijah sighed, his gaze thoughtful. "It's not just a matter of fighting, brother. There's more to Harry than what you've realized. He's not just a wizard or even the Boy Who Lived. He's your son—our blood."
Klaus raised an eyebrow, not following the thread of Elijah's thoughts. "What are you getting at?"
Elijah's gaze flicked to Harry's still form before he continued. "Niklaus, think about it. You are an Original Hybrid—a vampire, a werewolf. Your blood runs through Harry's veins now. He's more than just a wizard."
The realization hit Klaus like a wave, sweeping over him with an intensity he hadn't anticipated. Harry wasn't just the child of a wizard; he was a tribrid—the tribrid. The combination of Klaus's blood and Lily's magical lineage had created something unique, something far more powerful than either of them could have predicted.
Klaus stared down at Harry, his mind racing. "You're saying... he's a tribrid?"
Elijah nodded. "Yes. He's a wizard by birth, but your blood makes him something else entirely. He has the potential to inherit the powers of a werewolf and a vampire, just like you. He's not just the Boy Who Lived, Niklaus. He's the child of the Original Hybrid, a pureblood tribrid."
Rebekah, who had been listening silently, stepped forward, her expression a mix of awe and concern. "This... this makes him even more powerful than we realized. The wizarding world has no idea what he is. They think he's just a wizard, but if they knew..."
"They can't know," Klaus growled, his protective instincts flaring once again. "No one can know. If they find out what Harry truly is, they'll come for him with everything they have. The power he holds... it's too dangerous for them to control."
Elijah's expression remained calm, though his concern was clear. "That's why we need to be cautious, Niklaus. Harry's very existence is a threat to both worlds—ours and theirs. If they discover the truth, it won't just be wizards who come after him. Supernatural beings, hunters... everyone will want him, either for his power or to destroy him."
Klaus's eyes hardened. "Let them come. I'll protect him."
Rebekah placed a hand on Klaus's arm, her voice gentle. "You can't protect him from everything, Nik. He's going to grow up, and with that power inside him, we'll have to teach him how to control it. We need to be prepared for what comes next."
Klaus looked back down at Harry, who slept peacefully, unaware of the storm brewing around him. He was so small, so innocent, yet he carried the weight of two worlds on his shoulders. Klaus had been so focused on protecting him from the dangers of the wizarding world that he hadn't even considered the dangers of his own bloodline.
Harry wasn't just a wizard. He was a tribrid—a being with the power of three worlds flowing through him. And that made him both a target and a force to be reckoned with.
Klaus bent down once more, brushing a soft kiss against Harry's forehead. "You're safe now," he whispered. "You'll always be safe with me."
Whatever challenges lay ahead, whatever forces came for Harry—Klaus Mikaelson would be ready. The wizarding world, the supernatural world—they would all learn quickly what it meant to have the Original Hybrid as Harry Potter's father.
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