There were countless of black magic grimoires in Hope's possession. All gathered overtime and for a specific purpose.

The first one though, was a gift. And it's what started Hope conquest.

And all because she met a visiting witch at the Salvatore School.

The witch was part of some coven from the west coast and word had traveled to them, and they sent someone to scout it out.

Hope was ten; and Alaric was pulled away for a minute regarding a disagreement between the witches and vampires. Hope was in the garden playing with a butterfly. She was so entranced with it that she didn't notice Jed, a young Alpha, walking behind her.

"What do we have here?" Jed spoke as he grabbed the butterfly by the wing.

Hope, although slightly amazed at how he was able to touch it, had a feeling that this wasn't going to end well. "Let it go."

Jed reached up and grabbed the other wing before smirking at her. "Why? Look at it, it's so weak." As if to prove his point, he tore one of the wings slightly.

"Stop!" She screamed. And she drew the attention of the visiting witch.

"Hey!" The witch yelled. "What's going on here?"

Before Hope could say a word, Jed already answered.

"Nothing." With that he tore the butterfly in the half, killing it and walked off.

"No!" Ten year old Hope screamed while running the butterfly. She had fixed butterfly's wings before, maybe she could still save it.

When she saw it fully she was engulfed in anger. Raising her hand in Jed's direction she was about to say a spell before the witch's hand touched Hope's arm.

"Hey, sweetie." It was a kind tone compared to earlier. "Don't worry about him right now."

Hope thought it was just another grown up trying to calm her down like Mr. Saltzman does. "He killed it!"

"Huh?" The witch looked down at the butterfly. "Oh, he did."

Hope nodded. "He needs to be punished!"

"Now, calm down." The witch spoke.

Hope was about to interject when the witch leaned down and grabbed the butterfly in one palm and closed her other hand on top of it. Hope watched as the witch said a few words before a flash of light enclosed between her hands sunned.

The witch opened her eyes and looked at Hope and smiled before opening her hands, and the butterfly flew away.

"What?" Hope screeched. "It was dead!"

"It was." The witch spoke with humor in her eyes.

"How'd you do that?" Hope questioned.

"Dark magic." The witch spoke, and she could see the Hope's uncertainty when she spoke the words. "Relax sweetie. That spell won't hurt anything."

"How do you know? They don't teach us anything about dark magic here."

"My coven practices dark magic, my ancestors are responsible for most of the dark magic spells." The lady smiled. "Not all dark magic is bad, necessarily. Some of it is just about disturbing nature's balance, like that spell."

"And the other part?"

"Ah." The girl smiled, almost dark like. "Those are the type of spells used to hurt someone else."

"Oh." Hope said.

"Now, don't go be all scared or shy. Sometimes those spells are the only thing that will protect us. And there's always going to be some witch messing with dark magic, and the first lesson you should be taught is that light magic can never beat dark magic." The lady shared a mischievous grin, and it made Hope think of her dad.

"Hope!" Mr. Saltzman's voice sounded. "Why don't you go paint something?"

"Yes Sir." Giving a final wave to the lady, she ran back inside.

Hope was ready for bed, and her roommate was in the showers. So she was waiting to turn off the lights. She was practicing spells for homework, but she found them easy. Aunt Freya and Davina taught her the old languages, and Uncle Elijah always helped her with Latin before everything happened.

The Mikaelson's were determined that she was the smartest and most powerful. Aunt Bex was the only one who fussed over 'girl time' with Hope every week.

So all the spells were easy for her. The language being easily spoken and read so she knew what was happening.

When Hope's roommate finally returned, they both got ready for bed and gathered their school books in their book bags before laying down to bed.

Later into the night, Hope woke up after she felt her pillow become hard. Looking under it was a grimoire.

Hope slowly pulled it out from under her pillow and reached over to her bedside table and turned on her lamp.

The grimoire was like the other grimoires Hope had seen. Only, instead of brown leather, it was covered in black leather. The front cover had a symbol embroidered on the front cover with a leather strap wrapped around the grimoire to keep it closed. Hope opened the cover and was met with old latin phrases and the symbol again.

Hope flipped through a couple more pages, and the more she flipped the more darkness she seemed to uncover. After a couple more page flips, a white note slipped out of the grimoire. Hope could tell it was a fresh piece of paper compared to the tea stained color pages.

Hope bended over the edge of her bed to reach the note. The note was folded in half with Hope's name written across the front. Not just her first name, but her full name.

Hope Mikaelson

Hope was instantly on edge. With shaking hands she opened the note to read what was on the inside of the note.

In cursive the note read:

Don't get all scared of me now Ms. Mikaelson. I mean no harm.

I could tell who you were after I touched your hand earlier. You just have so much power it wasn't hard to recognize who your bloodline is. After all, there is only one tribrid.

My coven and I have our issues with your father, but we don't harm children. We believe a child doesn't carry the sins of their fathers. This is why I decided to reach out to you.

This page will help you mask your power from contact, to where no witch would be able to tell who you are. Your Aunt Freya is strong. As is Kol's girlfriend. But nobody's power will ever match yours. Use this to your advantage.

Your father has many enemies. Many of which have no morals and will harm you if they ever locate you. People have been trying to harm you before you were even born.

Take this book and learn everything you can. The Salvatore School will only get you so far in your lifetime Hope. Learn and practice.

Maybe one day our paths will cross again and we can team up against the bad guys.

Until later,

The Tredecim Coven.

Hope was shaking at this point. Her eyes were burning with tears, she was scared. Nobody was supposed to know who she was. Shaking, Hope shoved the note back into the grimoire and jumped off her bed.

She slid the grimoire under her bed to the very back and then tucked herself back into bed. Not before grabbing her stuffed bunny. After getting settled, she turned her bedside lamp off and shoved her face into the bunny. Wetting the fur with her tears.

She just wanted her dad.