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"Oh please, Davina. He was so into you. I don't know why you shouldn't go for it. I mean what's holding you back!?" Hope shouted playfully to Davina, who was walking on her side down Bourbon Street.

"I've told you this a million times, Hope. I love someone else and it's always going to be him." Davina argued back.

"And where is this mystery lover you always speak of and why haven't I met him!?" Hope declared to Davina who just laughed it off.

"Let's just say, he's a little occupied at the moment." Davina mumbled along with a fake smile. She had promised Marcel to rarely speak of the Mikaelsons, especially around Hope. He didn't want her trying to revive them after all these years, New Orleans was lively again, just like it had before Klaus came back into town and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.

"Okay, okay." Hope simply replied. She couldn't think of another response. Something about that seemed off but she couldn't bring herself to question any further, so instead she grabbed Davina's arm and forcefully dragged her into Rousseau's bar so they can clear their minds with some Mardi gras' music. Davina and Hope were best friends, ever since the day Hope brought Davina back to the land of the living. That is a whole other story but to make it simple, Marcel used to always talk about this witch named Davina, and that he had lost her due to Hope's uncle, Kol, and that even though he loved her, he couldn't stop himself from ripping her neck open. So Hope used her magic and brought Davina Claire back a few years ago.

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"Where have you been?!" Marcel shouted at Hope as she walked through the front gates of the French Quarter.

"Out. With Davina, remember?" She walked right passed him; she seemed annoyed by his presence.

"Yeah, I remember. I also remember telling you that you needed to be back a few hours ago. Vincent is still on my ass for what happened 30 years ago when your family disappeared. And since he can't perform any magic since he turned he has all the New Orleans witches coming together trying to take me down! I needed you, Hope! And you let me down. Again!" Marcel shouted, he was nearly screaming with his veins popping out of his head. Hope though, wasn't scared, not even startled.

"This is your problem not mine! And the next time you get yourself into some trouble with the witches, you better know how you're going to handle it, not me! I'm not your secret weapon you can use whenever you're scared to stand up for yourself, Marcellus." Hope yelled back, sneering at Marcel.

Marcel was speechless. Hope was the only person besides Klaus that could do that to him. Stun him to the point there's no words left. Hope turned on her heel and vamped up the stairs into her bedroom which used to be Kol's, but it's not like he's using it.

She knew exactly what happened to her family. How Marcel turned himself into this copycat of an original, bit Kol and Elijah, had Freya poisoned, and drove a blade into her father's heart, putting him into this hellish pain no one could explain. She knows that Freya tried to help her family, linking them all including her mother to Klaus, the immortal hybrid, to by them some time. Klaus had left Hope a note before he sacrificed his life for his family, saying what has happened, that he loves her, and that when she's old enough, to find a way to wake their family and free her father.

And she's finally old enough. She has spent years developing a spell to unlink her family from Klaus, which would then wake them up from their slumber. The rest was all going to have to be planned very carefully, she had to fly under the radar, sneak into the "garden" where Marcel has Klaus in a coffin and still manage to escape without being caught, she knew that was unlikely but that's what she was for, Hope Mikaelson. The tribrid, the werewolf, vampire, witch; all in one.

Hope removed a painting that was hanging on the furthest wall in her bedroom; behind the painting was a chest. She slowing and carefully pulled out the old, dusty chest, and opened it with a key that hung from her neck. Inside was five vials labeled different names. Elijah, Kol, Rebekah, Hayley, and Freya. Each one was a cure for that person. She took the vials out and shoved them in her bag. She locked the chest up once more, and hid it back in the wall behind the painting.

Today's the day Hope would finally wake her family from their 30 year nap.