Summary:Hope Mikealson is adopted as a baby when her mother dies. Her father Klaus Mikealson doesn't know he has a daughter, till Hope shows up on his doorway one day in New Orleans when she is 12 hunting for Esther's grimlore. (Hope is much more powerful than Klaus.
Hope's Pov
I was in Seattle living my life. I'm 12 years old. Well not really. I lived with horrible parents, went to a horrible school, even though my IQ is very high and I have no friends. My life is pretty crappy. I think like I am a adult despite my age. I am dangerous and want to kill someone despite my age.
I share no features with my parents. I have dirty blond hair and ocean blue eyes, I wondered how. Apparently according to people at school I am the definition of beauty. But, apparentally I have a cocky, arragont personality, that's why I have no friends. I value loyalty, hold a grudge and don't let go, I have temper issues. The only thing which helps me is painting, it calms down my anger. Painting is a metaphor for control. Although the only color I am missing on my palette is Emily Jenkins blood. She is my enemy. Did I forget to mention I am a witch. I discovered when I was 5. A butterfly was wounded and I touched it and it's wing healed. I did it tell anyone, because I didn't want my parents to treat me like Harry Potter's family treated him. Not a single soul knows. I am pretty powerful. If I get angry a huge earthquake spreads across the whole USA. Suddenly I heard whispers telling me I was a tribrid, a werewolf, witch and human. I grinned. That means I get more power. That is all that mattered to me. Other than the fact I wanted the unconditional love of family. The whispers told me the story of a powerful family named The Originals, and a evil hybrid names Klaus Mikealson. They explain I got my temper from my werewolf guy. They told me that Esther's grimlore resided with them. I grinned, this would give me more power. All I had to do was defeat 3 Originals currently in New Orleans where the grimlore was. This should be easy I am 100x more powerful than all of them combined together, even though I don't practice magic often. I ditched my parents and used my magic to transport myself to New Orleans. This was going to be a ride