A/N I had a rough dream about this, and I could not get it out of my head. The spells I didn't dream about of course, they are just research I did about the show while some words I added in and some I made up as I went along. Sorry if the translations are bad or really wrong. I've never done anything like this before, and I tried really hard to make it somewhat enjoyable.

For the first time, I've gained some amount of respect for Davina. Not to offend those who like her, i've never been fond of her but when Kol died, I felt really bad for her, especially during the last few scenes, the acting was really good. I hope she doesn't wreck the small amount of respect by daggering Klaus because he needs to be there for Hope. Again, I don't mean to offend those who like her. Kol's death was horrible, I broke down when he died again but I hope he returns.

I don't know how long this will be, it might be a three part thing, i don't know. Like in all my Hope-centered stories, she is all three, a hybrid-witch. Anyway, if you like it please review, if you don't, please don't hate on me because I worked hard on this.


The Missing Piece

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"All my life, all I ever wanted was for you lot to care about me."

Kol Mikaelson to his family

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It happened every year.

On the 17th February, there would be an entire change of atmosphere in the Mikaelson household.

Her father would disappear into his study and paint for hours on end. Elijah would bury his head in an ancient book until during the night. Rebekah would lock herself in her bedroom, not to be seen until the next day. Davina would stand out on the balcony and look at the stars for some reason until they disappeared before she slept for a long while. Hope and her mother would stay far away from them, knowing that they needed to be alone. The usual somewhat bickering/casual tone of the household would turn to one of quietness while they silently remembered the missing Mikaelson member. Kol. His egotistical, never without a smirk, smart mouthed baby brother was what her father called him as he told her stories about her uncle on the days coming up to the seventeenth, a small fond smile on his lips. He rarely called Kol by his name, and when he did, Hope saw his eyes darken.

Rebekah told her stories abut when they were children. How a boy liked to pull on her hair and one day he came running into the village, covered in mud. Even as a vampire, despite their differences, Kol, in his own way, always got revenge for Rebekah whenever someone hurt her.

Klaus showed her a worn out picture of Kol and himself taken in the early 1900s. They were standing on the staircase, obviously showing off to their guests, each holding a glass of champagne, Klaus' arm was around Kol's shoulders, a rare bonding moment between the brothers as they smirked into the camera. That was the first time Hope had seen her and the first time she realized that she had inherited his smirk.

Elijah, with a faint smile, told Hope about the time his youngest brother's first steps. It was towards Elijah himself. Mikael was always concerned about his image in the village and would always get mad at them, as if it were their fault that his sons weren't as advanced as the other boys in the village. One day when Mikael started yelling at Klaus for some unknown reason, Kol, who had been sitting near Finn's legs in the grass suddenly stood up on shaky feet. Though Finn had balanced him, his eldest brother wasn't what he wanted, he didn't feel safe with Finn. Tears were streaming down his face at the sound of Mikael's voice, and he stumbled over to his elder brother who was helping his mother just a meter away. Elijah caught him just as he fell over, and that was the first time he walked. After that, Kol always stuck with Elijah when Mikael started yelling, whenever he felt unsure about something until they turned. But even then, he always secretly looked to Elijah for guidance, they all did. Unbeknownst to Elijah, until the day his youngest brother died, he was Kol's hero.

Even though they loved him, and, despite what he thought, considered him apart of the family, they all just didn't realize what he meant to them, truly meant to them until they lost him...for the second time.

"How are they?"

Hope sighed, shaking her head, looking up at the ceiling as she walked into the main room."Same as every year. Daddy's painting. Elijah's reading. Rebekah's locked herself away and Davina...Davina is watching the stars again."

"It's weird. I keep thinking that maybe this year, maybe they will be all right. But...they just slip into what they were doing the night he died. Like...like watching the part of the movie you hate, but still a part of you prays that the girl won't go down stairs to the basement, that she'll run outside but she does it anyway. Y'know?'

Hope nodded at her mother, finally slumping down onto the couch, legs resting on the older hybrid's lap. She hated this time of year. She felt powerless. She couldn't stop Rebekah's tears, Elijah's silence or her father closing himself off for the day. Hope could do nothing but be there, and it sucked. She had never met her uncle, but knew of him. From what she'd heard from others, he had saved her life from Finn when he came to get her after finding out that she was still alive. Klaus told her that he was planning for her to meet her uncle but Kol died before she had the chance to. Hope smiled sadly at the memory of her father telling her of that time, how he had finally connected with Kol only to have him ripped from the family a few days afterwards. She looked up at the ceiling again, hearing her father's angry sharp brushing on the canvas, Elijah's page turning and Rebekah's soft sniffles every few moments while Davina remained silent.

She sighed once more, tucking her long brown hair behind her ear as she stared at her mother."I'd give anything to take at least one of their places right now, but at the same time, i'm thankful that I can't. I don't know if I could handle it. They've lost apart of them, and who know's when they are going to at least get through the day without being like this?"

"I know, baby girl. We can't do anything, like you said. We can't do anything but just be here. Be here and let them know that we're not going anywhere."

Hope moved, curling into her mother's side, feeling a little better when the older brunette's fingers combed through her hair."Davina's been out there since the sun set and the stars came out. No doubt she'll be there all night and again, i'll have to carry her in and she'll sleep all tomorrow. What did happen to her? I thought she was human but believe me, she hasn't aged at all. Nobody did tell me the whole story."

"She was. A very scary one. Until one day, during the war with Finn, he targeted her. She was dying until someone saved her."

"Who?" Hope asked curiously though at her mother's look, she had an idea.

"You, baby girl. It was your birthday. You just turned two, and Finn, along with Freya, attacked. We hadn't seen him for years and all of a sudden he was back, needless to say, we were pissed off. Davina was babysitting you, protecting you as Freya went after your father and Elijah. Finn attacked Davina and he did the same thing that your father, Rebekah and Kol did to Finn. But Davina wasn't as powerful as Finn was so it was more lethal to her, and they tried to kill her by overloading her with magic and it was working until you saved her. Remember, you were very...powerful, more than Davina and also extremely precociousm for your age. You knew that something was wrong. You put your hand on her forehead, I don't know what happened during that, because she suddenly came back to life. She wasn't the same after that, your magic did something to her. You did something that nobody ever did before."

"I made her into a badass immortal witch, didn't I?"

Hayley laughed, curling a long strand of Hope's hair around her fingers."Sort of. All she needs to do is take a small sip of your blood every few weeks and because of that, for the past sixteen years, she's still eighteen. You saved her with your blood, something that is very rare and powerful. Apart from them two and your cake being ruined, that birthday was one of my favorites."

"She loved him, didn't she?"

Hayley nodded, smiling gently."Yeah. Still does, in fact. For two straight years, your aunt stayed in her witch body while she and Davina tried everything they could to try and bring Kol back. They searched everywhere, tried everything, but nothing worked. Each spell they tried took something from them, their power and energy. They didn't have the strength, I guess. Davina was ill for a while, Rebekah was drained. Your father and Elijah had to force them to stop trying. It killed them all because they promised Kol they'd bring them back. But, no matter how much they tried, what they did, who they talked to, nothing worked. Finally, your aunt went back into her old body while Davina got better. Since then, they've carried this guilt and despite us telling them that it's not their fault, they just won't accept it."

"They barely knew eachother. How could she still be in love with someone she barely knew?"

"That's something I don't have an answer for. Apart from your uncle being a thousand year old ex-vampire, they were similar, I guess. Kindred spirits apparently. According to Rebekah from what she witnessed and heard from Davina herself, she saw a side of him nobody ever saw and a bond like that...just doesn't disappear."

The two smiled at one another before Hope's face fell as she heard Davina crying."Y'know, i've just realized that grief with humans is totally different to those who are immortal. They don't live that long, while us, our lives have no expiration date. So when humans lose someone, over the years the pain slowly passes and then they die, they don't have to miss them anymore, don't have to deal with it. But with us, especially with dad, Bekah and Elijah, years to them is like...weeks. Can you imagine that? They've lived for one thousand years, the years must pass so quickly to them. So sixteen years to them must seem much shorter. Far too short."

Hope chewed on her bottom lip as she continued to look at the ceiling, speaking softly."To them Kol's death is just as fresh as it was the day he died...that's why some turn it off, I think. That's why they close in on themselves because the pain is never ending."

Hayley nodded, processing Hope's words as she listened to the others on the floor above. Though, thankfully, her daughter hadn't died, when Hope had to leave for her safety, Hayley almost broke. Especially with her heightened emotions which made sadness and grief much harder to deal with. Sadness turned into agony. Tears turned into almost physical pain. The hybrid felt like she couldn't go on, couldn't breathe without her daughter. She had been able to control her emotions over the years, but she couldn't imagine what the Original family was going through. Like Hope said, years didn't feel like years, they were close to weeks. Klaus had mentioned something like that to her once, how a decade could pass by without him truly noticing. Kol had been around for over one thousand years, despite being in a coffin, and now he was just...gone. She couldn't imagine how they felt not only losing him once, but twice. In the world, they only had each-other.

"You're right, but just like your uncle Elijah says, that's why we stick as one. We never let go."

Days, months and years passed. People came and went, but they all only had each-other.

"Always and forever."


Two Hours Later—2am

"Want some company?"

Davina, who was still sitting out on the balcony, looked behind her to see Hope leaning against the door-frame. The witch thought for a moment then nodded, shuffling over on the large seat. Hope offered her a kind smile before sitting next to her, placing a large blanket over the shivering witch."I'm sure even the fiercest of witches get cold. Apart from me, of course, i'm awesome."

"Thanks."

"Can't have my only witch friend freezing, can i?"

Sadly returning the smile, Davina moved, getting comfy as she gazed up at the lights above her. Hope copied her, blue orbs trailing across the dark sky, ears picking up her mother's light snoring from a few doors down. Davina had moved in just after baby Hope saved her, and was next door to the young hybrid. She was now considered a part of the family after all she done and went through after Kol's death, even though she and Klaus still bickered like children. Apart from Marcel, she was Hope's best friend, and the two normally spent their time looking through spell books they found. Hope was much more powerful than Davina but because the elder witch had more experience, she taught Hope how to control herself. She taught her everything Kol showed Davina, another thing she had learned about her uncle, he knew more things about magic than anyone else they'd heard of.

The two were almost inseparable.

Finally, the witch broke the silence, and Davina stared at the sky as she whispered."Sixteen years have passed and it still hurts."

Hope just nodded, getting underneath the blanket herself, hand resting on Davina's. Neither spoke after that, just sat quietly as they gazed at the stars, silence falling upon them. The witch had never explained why she stared at the stars but Hope didn't press, instead she just sat with her. Hayley had gone to bed soon after their chat, and she had wondered throughout their home, talked with some vampires, before finally coming to Davina. After a few minutes, Hope turned and looked at Davina, watching her. She looked like she wanted to say something, but at the same time, didn't know what. Hope, doing what her father did to her whenever she was like this, whispered two words.

"I'm listening."

Davina turned to her, mouth opening and closing. She shook her head but a moment later, she found herself replying to the hybrid."He-He was...annoying. Egotistical. Sarcastic. Rude. Always stealing my fries whenever he thought I wasn't looking if we were working late on something."

Davina giggled for a second, her eyes watery, a small grin on her face."But he was funny when he wasn't being a pain. Sweet but still annoying enough. Protective. He made me feel safe but... like I was going to fall over the edge though I knew he would catch me, y'know? I barely knew him but I felt like i'd always had and when he was gone, it felt like a part of me died. How can that happen?"

It sounded like a question to both of them. Remembering her mother's answer to a similar question she'd asked earlier, Hope leaned over and wiped away Davina's tears before pulling the other witch into her arms. Doing what her mother or aunt always did with her whenever she was upset when she was younger, Hope locked her arms around Davina protectively and whispered to her. She rarely got upset anymore and if she did, Hope was never one to cry, she always got angry, like her father. So, she did her best to comfort the witch, wishing she could do something, anything to stop the yearly pain in their home.

"It's a Mikaelson thing, D. We've got this power to be a pain in the arse but, at the same time, you can't help but fall for us."

Davina, for the first time that day, let out a small chuckle, head resting on Hope's shoulder."That sounds like something Kol would say."

"I think that he would also say that you're doing yourself no good crying over him. From what I know about Kol, i'm sure he'd rather you be smiling as you look at the stars. I don't know what the stars mean to you both, but ask yourself this. Would he want you crying as you look at them or would he want you to smile, despite being in pain? Would Kol truly prefer you to look at them in sadness as you remember him? Or the opposite?"

Davina's silence was her answer, and she nodded, wiping her tears away before sitting up. Kol, until his last breath, didn't show his pain. He smiled, laughed and did everything he could not to show everyone he was scared because he truly wasn't. Not like the first time when he was convinced that his family hated him as he died. His baby sister held him so that he wasn't cold, Klaus let his tears fall while Elijah looked on, trying to remain strong as always. In his last moments, he had everything he wanted for a thousand years. He was surrounded with his family who loved him, but as if the world was playing a joke on him, he couldn't remain that way.

Kol didn't want anyone to cry as they remembered him, he wanted them to smile, and that was why, no matter how much it hurt, he laughed, the last sound he gave before his heart stopped.

Davina looked up at the stairs and laughed."You're right. He would smirk, say something really cheesy to annoy me so that I would stop crying and forget the reason I had been upset."

"Good. Now, I wanna get a lot of sleep before I have to drag my father out of that study tomorrow. Do you need me to stay up before I carry you in like I do every year?" Hope asked, standing up, happy to see Davina smiling.

"No, thanks. Crying is really tiring, i'm gonna go to bed in a few minutes." Davina said, her eyes not as red as they were earlier.

"Okay, but if i'm up during the night, i'll check on you. My father had tired himself out by the sounds of it, and Rebekah's sleeping. I can't hear Elijah in his room so I guess he's still reading in the library, I don't want to bother him. If you need anything, a happy dream instead of the nightmares I heard you having last night, call for me."

"I will."

Davina smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes, and nodded, hugging Hope before the hybrid-witch sped out of the balcony and her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She stopped in the hallway, listening throughout the house to double check that everyone was all right. All she could hear was light snoring and Elijah's page turning as she entered her own bedroom. That night, Hope forced herself to stay awake, despite her unusual tiredness because of the stress that day, until she heard Davina shut her balcony doors.

That's some progress, I guess.

Pleased that the elder witch was doing all right and as was the rest of her family, the younger hybrid switched off her lamp and shut her eyes.

Wherever you are Kol, I really do hope you're watching over us.

...all while kicking Finn's arse for all eternity.


Later That Night—Hope's Dream

The whispers got louder Hope made her way down another hallway the Mikaelson home contained, as if approving of her actions as she ventured further. She looked around her, attempting to identify who or what was guiding her, but all she could see were doors. She cautiously followed the whispers who had been somewhat haunting her for more than a few months as she slept. She passed Marcel's bedroom, but even though tempted to turn the handle to ask for help, she didn't make an attempt to stop. Hope's eyes widened as a voice, stopping the whispers reached out to her. She flinched as she felt a gush of wind hit her, as if a presence was with her this time instead of just whispers.

"Hope!"

She frowned, halting her steps as the voice called her name, something that hadn't happened before in her previous dreams."Come."

She found herself moving again, this time towards something, different to the endless journey she'd been on throughout her home. She came to a stop in front of a door, one that was opened a crack, something that hadn't happened before. This room was always shut because it had been Kol's bedroom and it was always closed. Even sixteen years later nobody had changed anything about the room, it was the same the way Kol had left it. In fact, nobody had been inside of it since the night he died. Hope, as if underneath a spell, slowly reached out and with a hesitant move, she gently pushed the door open. She stayed in her spot until she had a clear view of inside the bedroom.

"Hope!...Hope!"

There it was again. The whispers.

She swallowed nervously and stepped into the bedroom, eyes searching for what had been calling her. There clearly wasn't an unwanted presence in their home otherwise her father and uncle would be searching for it. This wasn't right. Her mother would have woken up by now. Her brother would have sensed her outside his bedroom. She had to be dreaming, she always was, but she had never reached this point. But it seemed so real, as if something was calling out for her. Hope made her was further into the bedroom, making sure to stay on high alert just in case she had been wrong and something was after her.

Then another voice hit her ears, but it wasn't a whisper. In fact it was clear.

"Darling?"

Hope's head snapped in the direction of the voice, but couldn't see the source of it. She found herself moving over to the dusty desk. On it were a few sheets of paper and pens, along with an old looking picture of her aunt Rebekah, which made the hybrid witch smile. Hope went to move again, but as she did, something caught her eye. While each other item in the room was covered with dust, an envelope, poking out from the sheets of paper looked as good as new. Hope suddenly found herself being entranced with it, and she began to reach towards it. As her fingers brushed the envelope, the whispers suddenly disappeared, as if she had their approval. Hope looked up, her head now clear as she grabbed the envelope, bringing it closer.

On the front of the envelope made her gasp. Written in clear, neat handwriting was her name.

But just as Hope turned it over to open it, the room fell away from her.


The Next Day—18th February

"Dad?"

Hope gently turned the door handle and made her way into he father's study. She was one of the few people who never received a snarl whenever she entered his study. But she always made sure to be even gentler at this time of year and like, every other year, she wore her brightest smile, despite having been up most of the night because of her dream. She shook her head as if he were the trick to forget about it and focused on the hybrid who was still at his desk, but was half laying on it, head on his hands as he slept. She always went to him first before checking on her aunt and uncle then Davina. She did it every year while her mother slept in before she went to visit her werewolves. She knew full well that her father had been up most of the night painting. Angrily. On the other side of the room were new paintings, each containing dark colors, the ones he used when something was on his mind. She had learned that by the time she turned five when her father had taught her how to paint.

Well, tried is a more accurate word.

Hope turned back to her sleeping father. He must have been exhausted because by now, he would have sensed his daughter. The younger hybrid scrunched up her nose when the smell of alcohol hit her nose, and she shook her head. Beside her father was a half empty bottle of scotch and in his hand was an empty glass. Hope gently grabbed them and without a second thought, she dumped them in the nearest bin.

She reached out and gently placed her hand over Klaus' shoulder, shaking him lightly. In her sweetest voice, she whispered, knowing that he wasn't a morning person."Dad?"

That did the trick. Klaus' head raised, eyes wild, ready to attack."What is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's morning. You slept in here again."

He relaxed, looking up at his smiling daughter from his chair, and offered her a small smile. He had spent the night painting and like every year, the rest of it toasting a few drinks to his dead brother with Elijah, who had left to read in silence. Hope placed papers in front of her father given to her by Marcel. It had something to do about business that she really didn't find any interest in. In fact Klaus didn't need to look over them, that was more Marcel's job as second in command but it kept his mind focused on something. Returning his smile that didn't reach his ears, Hope handed her father a glass of warm blood, again, like she did every year. If it had been anyone else offering he would have seen it as pity, but when his daughter did it, Klaus couldn't help but smile once more.

"One of the vampires hasn't been on their best behavior. Bunch of locals have mysteriously died and the mayor has sent these over for us to go over the new contract."

Klaus gladly accepted the cup of blood, thanking her with a look. Hope sat on the edge of his desk, looking what he had been sketching before he fell asleep."Davina slept in her bed last night. I didn't have to carry her in this year."

"Good. That's progress."

Klaus nodded, looking pleased, quietly flashing back to the witch's tear streaked face as she watched his brother die. He'd never really cared for her before that night, but after that, he had grown to somewhat tolerate her company. When she had did her best to protect Hope during the attack with Freya and Finn, almost dying to defend his daughter who she had bonded with after Kol, Davina had been under his eternal protection, something that meant a lot in the supernatural community. She had met Hope a few days after Kol had passed after Klaus had asked her to help his daughter with her magic since Hope had barely been a year once she started showing signs and it was better to help her control it before she became overwhelmed. It was also something to keep the witch together. They whole family had somewhat looked to baby Hope as something to keep themselves together. They had to stay focused if they didn't want to crumble. Since then, the two had been joint to the hip.

Once in a while Davina would remark that Hope had some of 'Kol-humor'.

Klaus would only smirk at the witch.

"I'm going to check on Elijah and 'Bekah. Think he slept in his suit?"

The elder hybrid grinned up at his daughter as she stood up."I wouldn't be surprised if he has suit pajamas, love. It is Elijah, after all."

His smile reached his ears. Hope silently ticked off her check list in her mind.

"Need anything else? Maybe a spot of violence with the vampires? One of the new ones asked me on a date last week."

Klaus shook his head, but the wolf flashed his eyes amber."I'll go down later, love. Now, what was his name?"

"Don't worry, Marcel took care of him."

Happy that he was himself again, Hope felt a little better.

She quickly kissed his cheek before turning around, making her way out of his study while Klaus looked down at the papers. She followed her usual routine she did on that date every year.

Rebekah was next.

She ran her aunt a bath with the bubbles the blonde liked, after ordering one of the vampires to collect her aunt's favourite magazines so that she could read them while she relaxed. She woke her aunt, told her that she looked pretty in the morning while she guided her to her over the top bathroom for her morning relaxation. Her aunt was much more sensitive than her father and uncle, she couldn't hide her emotions as good so Hope was more gentle with the blonde Original.

Then, she made Elijah a cup of tea along with the morning paper, something that was more 'normal' than her father's morning hot bloody beverage, before greeting him in his usual spot in their library.

Nope, her uncle didn't have suit nightwear. Hope wasn't sure whether to be pleased or disappointed because it would have been funny and they all needed some something funny to talk about.

Lastly was Davina.

She was still basically human. The only difference was with Hope's blood, she was somewhat immortal. She was human but wasn't. Hope made a mental note to come up with a label for her friend. But Davina was still as emotionally vulnerable as she'd been sixteen years earlier. She was strong in many ways and could deal with a lot of things but she was still just a girl who'd had a lot of bad luck but still wanted love. It reminded her of her aunt. So, Hope did what she did every year with the other witch. She gave her a present. Hope, while the witch was still sleeping, something she did for the entire day after the seventeenth, quietly entered into Davina's room. She held the other witches hand and made sure that for the next twenty four hours, the witch wouldn't be sad.

She gave Davina what she had wanted with Kol.

Happiness.

After making sure that the dream spell would last the rest of the day, the hybrid witch quietly left the room.

Now that her family was feeling a little better, Hope carefully began to start on her own plans.

It was time to see if her 'dreams' held any truth.


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