A Hope through time

Over the next couple of weeks Hope was practically put through every test and trial that Nic, Nelle and Freya could come up with or create on a whim to see just how powerful the one and only Tribrid truly is. The oldest generation of witches and Wizards used practices from both worlds.

Unfortunately for the Immortal magical beings relying on the Elixir of Life, Hope surpassed all their trials with no real effort. Even as a Witch-Werewolf Hybrid Hope boasted that she would've been able to complete all these trials with ease.

Hope was the first to realise that the Greengrass Heiress was also stronger after her resurrection. Daphne showed that she was able to overcome each of the tests as well, although the Slytherin Ice Witch still had some troubles with Freya's tests. The magic from Hope's world was harder to perform for Lady Greengrass but not impossible, it just took time for Daphne to figure it out.

Freya was genuinely impressed with her niece's immense power and overwhelming restraint. The eldest Mikaelson remembered having plenty of trouble controlling her own magic while she was under the tutelage of her Aunt Dahlia. Freya had accidentally set fires to villages around their settlement and killed all the birds in the immediate vicinity from her uncontrollable magic as well. Freya was uncertain if Hope's control came from the support of her family or from the calming effect of the soulbond.

Hope didn't have a lot of time to accumulate to being a fully activated Tribrid before the second half of the school term started up. Only a short 2 weeks to get used to being the most powerful supernatural being in this universe before she went back to school.

Daphne and Lizzie were absolutely floored when they got back to Hogwarts and no one could feel the immense power coming off Hope. Freya could only roll her eyes at the Wizards and Witches obliviousness in this universe.

Neither the professors or students seemed to notice that there was a change in Lady Emrys. They still saw Hope as this impossible and powerful figure in wizarding politics that was responsible for killing the Darkest Wizard of this day and age.

Actually that was a slight lie. Only Professor Babbling noticed the change in Hope over the Yule break. Sheda's eyes went completely black at the appearance of the newly activated Vampire and Sheda's jaw dropped momentarily before she recalled that she was in the Great Hall surrounded by students who will always remember the moment where one of their professors looked like a slack-jawed idiot during the welcome back feast.

The Tribrid's ears twitched as she heard a quiet whisper coming from the professor's table which was nothing short of a murmur under Sheda's breath. "Hope? Can you come to my classroom after dinner? I'd like to hear what happened over the school holidays."

Hope nodded her head slightly to acknowledge that she heard the half-Vampire, half-Witch's request.

The Emrys couple and Lizzie greeted their friends after the feast was over and they were allowed to mingle between the House lines. Headmistress McGonnagall looked out over the Great Hall with a proud smile on her face as she watched most of the students intermingling between the other houses.

There were still a few Slytherins and Ravenclaws off to the side remaining in their own little cliches as they grumbled about their housemates betraying the school charter.

Hope rolled her eyes as she heard the newly named Lord Draco Malfoy proclaim to his cronies. Lucius Malfoy was found guilty of being a loyalist of Lord Voldemort as proved in trial over the holidays. Madam Bones and the newly appointed Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, questioned all the Death Eaters that were detained at Hogwarts with Veritaserum.

It surprised Hope to find out that Narcissa Malfoy was not involved in any of Voldemort's plans, although she did admit that she was guilty of following Lucius' commands as well as Voldemort's to insure her and her sons survival.

"Do you think it would be petty of me to challenge Draco to an Honour Duel just to kill him?" Hope asked her Mate after they finished speaking to Sheda and were getting ready for bed.

"It would be incredibly petty darling and Draco's mother would probably try pulling something nefarious after Draco's demise. She'd have to go back to her original house, the Blacks', which could cause problems in the long run." Daphne answered in her normal neutral manner causing Hope to groan as she could understand the logic behind Daphne's words.

"Damn it. Why did I know you would say something like that?" Hope complained as she pulled a soft baggy tee over her head to cover herself.

Lady Greengrass smiled knowingly as she sat on the edge of the bed watching her Mate get dressed for bed. "Because you know me so well and you also know that killing Draco would accomplish anything but annoyance. Besides, I know that you are looking forward to the next Wizengamot meeting and watching as he stumbles through your restrictions from the last Honour Duel."

Hope smirked as she let out a pleased laugh. "Oh yeah. That will be fun to watch. Draco sputters nonsensical drabble as he tries and fails to insult the magical creatures during a Wizengamot session."

Daphne let out a loud snicker as she reached forward to bring Hope between her legs as she stared longingly up into Hope's sea-blue eyes as she held the Tribrid close. "So I'll assume from our meeting earlier with Sheda that your Vampire and Werewolf sides are teaming up on their possessiveness that I'm no longer allowed to offer my blood to the other Vampire."

Hope's bright fiery eyes lit up like angry beacons as she leaned towards Daphne pushing the blonde girl onto her back with an anxious bob of her throat as Hope hovered over her, growling softly.

"Damn right!" Came an echoed rumble from Hope's throat as both her Vampire and Werewolf sides voiced their very strong opinions on the matter.

Hope inched back slightly as she cleared her throat and forced the Tribrid colour of her eyes to recede. "I feel like I should say sorry about that but when I'm outnumbered 2-to-1 I think I should listen to my inner sides in this scenario."

Daphne blinked as a quiet squeak emanated from the back of her throat. "Y-Yes. You should definitely listen to them."

Hope's eyebrow rose at the slight stutter in Daphne's voice and smirked down at her Mate. "Oh love, am I turning you on right now?" Hope whispered into Daphne's ear as she took a tiny nip at the blonde's earlobe.

Daphne yelped at the feeling of sharp teeth before moaning in pleasure and pulling the shorter brunette girl on top of her and kissed her. Hope smirked into the kiss and managed to find Daphne's wrists and pulled them up above her head.

Throughout the rest of the school year there was not a single account of bullying after Lord Voldemort's death at the school. Apparently ever since Hope defeated the Dark Lord and the Emrys family showed off their power by snapping the necks of the Death Eaters with a single twist of the wrists and a quick chant of a spell.

No one wanted to test the Emrys' ire so they behaved themselves. Whereas Hope was the one who was closer to breaking the rules that she had set as Slytherin's Protector.

Heightened senses and emotions are no joke.

Hope wondered how her family didn't have a higher body count! Honestly, who knew that something as simple as breathing was so bloody irritating!

The rustling of school robes as students shuffled through the long stone corridors echo relentlessly driving Hope to near insanity. It was truly an amazing feat of self control that Hope didn't kill everyone in the school for just simply existing.

Thankfully Daphne was aware when Hope was close to exploding and placed a silencing spell around her Mate in order to help calm her down.

The copper haired girl was determined to regain control over her senses without the aid of her magic. Just in case she should lose it again like she did with those shackles in her world or god-forbid, the Traveller Blood Fountain.

Due to Hope's erratic emotions Lizzie had decided that apparating the Tribrid back into her room was the best option she could think of and dumping her right in front of her easel with a conjured pallet that was already looped around Hope's thumb.

Daphne was usually with Hope and Lizzie when this happened so the blondes would have Daphne use their mindlink to tell Hope to draw or paint until she regained control of her emotions. If Hope didn't follow Daphne's advice, one of the blonde witches would get Freya to work with Hope, focusing on ancient spells and ancestral New Orleans spells, majorly based in mind magics like a Chambre de Chasse.

This gave Hope plenty of incentive to calm herself in her own time rather than have a full on magical battle with her aunt or the alternative of being stuck in a mind prison was not on Hope's agenda. The fully activated Tribrid didn't want to battle her aunt as she didn't know if she had enough control as of yet.

Professor Flitwick was intrigued during the girls first Duelling class after the holidays as he noted that both Daphne and Hope were attacking with more powerful magical spells and with a stronger potency in their magics.

The Emrys couple had asked the half-Goblin Professor to clarify what he meant. The Professor had reiterated that it appeared that Hope and Daphne were no longer holding back and using more of their magical core in their spells.

The girls looked slightly dumbfounded for a few seconds until Hope swore under her breath. Hope and Daphne had a quick conversation with the Duelling Professor in hushed whispers as the Tribrid mentioned that their resurrection had made them more powerful.

The Warrior Goblin's beady eyes widened something fierce as they nearly bulged out of his head as he squeaked out nervously. "Resurrection?"

Hope and Daphne bobbed their heads in agreement as they were slowly getting sick and tired of repeating themselves. Sheda, Harry, Hermione, Susan, Hannah, Tracey and now Flitwick. Telling their friends that they had died over the holidays and came back to life stronger than before.

The Emrys couple had chosen not to tell anyone about their chat with Death. They thought that it would be so far out of the realm of possibility that no one would believe them. Hope had considered telling Harry since he had destroyed Death's Cloak on the Slytherin couple's insistence but Daphne convinced her overwise.

The Ice Witch told her Mate that meeting Death under any circumstance isn't something that they should share with anyone except family. Speaking to Death would be considered a bad omen anywhere in the world, in any community, supernatural or not. It's better to keep the experience to themselves.

After that stress-filled Duelling class Hope and Daphne had collected Nic, Nelle and Freya during their free period. Daphne found the Flamel couple in the Infirmary, brewing potions that had a long shelf life so they were readily accessible when a student required them.

Freya was in the Room of Requirement with complex magical formulas written on blackboards, walls and even pieces of paper scattered all over the floor. Freya sat in the middle of the floor with a copy of the Emrys Codex in her lap as she scribbled more notes as she read through the extensive spellbook. The older witch was fully immersed in her work that she actually jumped when Hope made her presence known by clapping her hands.

Hope gave her Aunt a quick run through of what Flitwick had mentioned as the Tribrid was concerned about keeping her true magical power hidden from the wizarding world.

The mated pair would have grabbed the Siphoner as well but Lizzie was busy in Care for Magical Creatures with Harry and Hermione. Lizzie was actually enjoying Care for Magical Creatures. Playing with these creatures instead of fighting them every week and killing them to protect the school. The creatures from this universe were absolutely fascinating to Lizzie and she loved some of the magical creatures such as Puffskeins, Fwoopers, Nifflers and especially the Hippogriffs.

Lizzie found the half-horse, half-eagle the most magnificent animal ever, she even went as far as to ask Hope and Headmistress McGonnagall if she could have a Hippogriff for a pet or familiar.

The Tribrid groaned but replied honestly stating that the school wouldn't allow her to keep a Hippogriff as a pet. But she did mention that if a Hippogriff chose to take her as a familiar then she would be allowed to have a Hippogriff.

Hope couldn't help but roll her eyes as she grumbled to Daphne later that day about how both Luna and Lizzie, her new family members, always had to have some form of ridiculous magical creature.

First it was a Crumple-Horned Snorkack (which wasn't that bad in reality), then a Dragon (Hope still regrets animating the tiny Green Welsh replica every second or third day when she sees the tiny Dragon perched on Luna's shoulder) and now Lizzie wants a Hippogriff.

Daphne just stared blankly at Hope and simply spoke two names. "Myrddin and Alexandria." Quickly pointing out Hope hypocrisy within two seconds and shutting the brunette up with an audible click of her jaw.

After Freya packed up her work with a wave of her hand, the Mikaelson women walked out of the Room of Requirement. Once they exited the Room, Hope paced in front of the blank wall that was opposite of the 'Dancing Trolls' portrait.

They were joined by the other three wizards and Hope took her family into the Room of Requirement in which the Tribrid had the room take on the appearance of a training room so she can show her loved ones what she has noticed over the past few months.

The room was lined with the mechanical dummies that were used in standard duelling practices. Once learning from an impartial party that Hope was visibly stronger than before the holidays concerned the interdimensional traveller enough that Hope wanted to test a theory.

The Tribrid truly believed that she was only using the same amount of magic as she had been at the start of the school year but it appears that the Warrior Goblin Flitwick was able to pick up on the change of power that Hope was presently using as well as Lady Greengrass.

The Tribrid had mentally informed her Mate that she would go first and took her place in front of the dummies and unleashed spell after spell at the weakest possible strength that she could manage. Hope quickly learned that she could not match the level of magic that she had used when she was going through 1st and 2nd year of Hogwarts.

Hope Mikaelson was too powerful now that she has completed her transition.

The weakest that Hope could manage to use was roughly at the power level she was using in her 5th year. It was previously somewhere between 5-7% power before her transition. Now, 5th year magic only required her to use 2% of her magic.

This was a vastly impressive change in Hope's magical potential.

Daphne had also learned that she had a decent power boost as well. The Slytherin Ice Queen would normally have to use about 20% of her magic to match Hope or the other adult Wizards. Now Daphne only had to use 13% of her magic or roughly about an eighth of her full power to rival the average adult wizard.

"How come you two are still so much more powerful than us?" Daphne questioned the Mikaelson women as she watched the aunt-niece's destructive display as the dummies twitched in painful spasms as hundreds of chunks of shattered metal tried to pull themselves back together.

Nic and Nelle could only chuckle as they all knew the reason behind the Mikaelsons excess power. Freya rolled her eyes but gave a small smile at the banter between the two girls.

"The untapped magic in this universe that Witches and Wizards don't know how to access?" Hope answered unnecessarily before looking thoughtful for a moment as she turned to the Slytherin Ice Queen.

"I imagine when we get back to my universe Aunt Freya and I will probably drop back down in power and we will need to start chanting spells again… Heck Daph, you might be more magically powerful in my universe since your magic comes from your own magical core rather than from nature." Hope theorised as the training dummies finally managed to reassemble themselves after the thrashing Hope and Freya unleashed against them.

Daphne smirked as she replied. "Now wouldn't that be a sight to see."

Hope and Freya shared a quick glance and both pursed their lips tightly together to avoid replying to the Greengrass' taunt. The firstborn Mikaelson witches were a little skeptical about that theory.

There weren't many families in their universe that would be able somewhat match the raw power that the Mikaelson witches can produce. These witches with the potential to outclass a firstborn Mikaelson witch would have to be a descendant of the following bloodlines: Bennetts, Labonairs, Claires, Parkers, Salvatores or more specifically Silas.

The Travellers and Harvest Witches would be relatively on par with Hope and Freya.

Whereas there are other family lines that can cause problems for the Mikaelson witches such as the Petrovas, Griffiths, Sinclairs and Parks.

But then again, any witch can be dangerous if pushed past their breaking point.

Hope, Lizzie and Freya can all attest to this, considering that they have all been on the opposing end of these witches ire over the years. These were normally due to the extremists' fear of their power or simply because they were born different like Hope and Lizzie and regarded as abominations or something that had to be cleansed from the Earth.

However most of these powerful witches mentioned earlier have an intense sense of responsibility and pressure on their shoulders to protect the ones they love.

The others either put all their efforts into survival or they are drawn to the addictive power of their magic.

Some of their ideals are honourable, even noble but just about every witch or wizard will use their amazing abilities for arguably selfish and greedy reasons.

Due to the undeniable pull of magic and the intensity of Hope's heightened emotions after completing her transition into a full Tribrid is the main reason why Daphne, Freya, Nic, Nelle and even Lizzie constantly check in with Hope.

To get a sense of where Hope's head was at and to make sure that she didn't follow down her family's darker and more bloody tendencies like Klaus and Kol.

In an attempt to limit the violence that Hope witnessed the Flamels, Lady Greengrass and the youngest Saltzman sister had some very awkward and frightening conversations with the 1,000 year old witch. Freya finally understood that she shouldn't be threatening everyone that pissed her off.

Hope imitated a lot of what Freya did as well as the other members of her family. The Tribrid was still a very impressionable young woman. Hope looked up to her family like they hung the moon in the sky and painted the stars to wink at her whenever she looked up into the night sky to reminisce or dream.

However Hope's family knew that limiting the amount of violence that Hope was exposed to probably wouldn't change the outcome of Hope's morality since she's already lived for 22 years and has experienced more evil in her life than most people are privy to.

The Tribrid should be considered an adult by now, except even though she is Lady Emrys and Queen of the Werewolves, everyone still treats her like a child. Naive and inexperienced.

In retrospect Hope truly didn't need any more influences to death in her life as she has already lived it. For instance, Daphne was fully aware that Hope had a fairly morally grey compass. Able to see both sides of the larger picture.

Sometimes Hope wished to save everyone, even those that shouldn't deserve a second chance. Alternatively, on the other hand, Hope also had a short temper and was quick to anger especially when it came to Daphne or anyone she considers family. Simply killing anyone who threatens her loved ones.

In her own universe Hope didn't feel like she belonged. The factions at school who outcast her upon learning of her lineage, but calling upon her to save them from the monsters.

Hope Mikaelson has seemingly always been a contradicting enigma.

Hero or villain.

Good or evil.

A saviour or a lost cause.

A miracle or a mistake.

A martyr or a heretic.

The blonde ice witch knew the truth though. Hope was all of these things. A balance between each of these scales forever tilting back and forth with each new day.

Even though there are many new hardships with becoming a fully activated Tribrid, Hope learned some interesting tidbits as well over the last few months.

Hope hardly got tired anymore.

She no longer needed as much sleep as she normally required previously as a Witch-Werewolf Hybrid but Hope enjoyed the idea and the passing of time it offers. Although throughout the night Hope was quite content watching Daphne sleep peacefully beside her. Sometimes she would summon her sketchbook to draw whatever was on her mind until she finally felt tired enough.

Occasionally on the more restless nights Hope would go out for runs, alternating between a wolf and human in an effort to tire herself out. Or at least until the thoughts in her head would remain quiet long enough for Hope to return back to bed.

A weakness that Hope had noticed was the effects of vervain and wolfsbane. These plants were still painful for Hope, weakening her for a short period and burning her skin upon contact.

In an attempt to protect herself from vervain and wolfsbane, Freya had mentioned how some Vampires and Werewolves gained a tolerance to vervain and wolfsbane by infusing the herbs into water and drinking the herbal water.

Over time one of the most notable Vampires who gained an incredibly high tolerance against vervain was the original Petrova survivor, Katherine Pierce. One of her father's enemies who managed to evade the Mikaelsons for over 500 years. An impressive feat for anyone to achieve.

Freya only learned about Katherine through one of Klaus' and Elijah's rather loud arguments when Hope was still a baby and Klaus had cursed Hayley into wolf form until the full moon. The sibling squabble always started with Klaus taunting his older brother's former lovers, first with Katherine then switching to Hayley.

This would more often than not lead to a fight. Once again leaving Freya to clean up the mess her brothers made, although this one time Kol and Rebekah were at the Abbottoir. The eldest Mikaelson had made the mistake of asking her siblings who Katherine Pierce was.

Let's just say Freya learned a hell of a lot about Doppelgangers and one Katerina Petrova then she ever really wished to know.

Basically all Freya wanted to know about Katherine was how the Vampire protected herself from vervain so she could protect her family.

Freya told her niece how the notorious Vampire drank vervain everyday to protect herself from compulsion and how she built up a tolerance to the purple flower.

Freya had hoped that by incorporating what Katherine had done with vervain that she could help her niece against these two weaknesses so they wouldn't catch the Tribrid unaware. The youngest Mikaelson had grumbled but ultimately agreed with her Aunt Freya much to the dismay of her throat, tongue and taste buds as they sizzled each time she drank the herbal water.

Hope knew that sunlight wouldn't be a problem for the Tribrid, her Witch and Werewolf sides negating that weakness.

Hope's bloodlust was under control with Daphne's help. Although Hope now had to feed more frequently than before.

The newly activated Tribrid needed to feed either 5-6 times a day if she didn't drink from her Mate. When Hope drank Daphne's blood it still invigorated the Tribrid so she only had to drink from the blonde roughly once every 3 days without any complications.

Whereas Daphne had learned from experience that she now healed at a faster rate, similar to that of a Werewolf. Another thing that Hope realised was that Daphne's blood replenishes faster as well.

Most likely nature's way of ensuring that the blonde witch wouldn't pass out or die of blood loss due to the increased number of bites that Hope would now be savouring. Hope and Daphne had the preference of Hope feeding from Daphne every day to ensure Hope remains at peak condition and the sexual release each night helped as Daphne has also shown an increased libido like a Werewolf.

There was one thing that was confusing the absolute hell out of Hope.

The Tribrid hasn't exactly had enough time and information to make a full conclusion about needing an invitation to enter a home. The copper haired girl had pulled her aunt aside about one month after returning to school to brainstorm with someone who knew Vampire lore explicitly.

To Hope's knowledge there have been 4 properties where she has entered the home without an invitation and 1 where she bounced off an invisible barrier at the threshold of the house.

The only thing that all those 4 properties had in common were that they were all home of magical families in which she had already been invited into the Flamel's Forest Cottage, Greengrass Farm, Bones Manor and Emrys Castle. Hope couldn't count Hogwarts in this little survey since it was a public property or the Ministry of Magic.

It took Hope a long time to realise that she didn't need an invitation to get into any of these homes so she created a quick experiment to test her hypothesis.

A couple of nights ago after Daphne had gone to sleep, Hope had Alexandria lightning travel them out of the school to bypass the schools wards and they landed in a back alleyway in New Orleans in a flash of light and a crackle of electricity filling the enclosed space around them.

Hope found someone who was having trouble carrying all their groceries from their car into their apartment and made her way over to help. The Tribrid introduced herself to the middle-aged woman with a couple of kids racing around her legs with a kind smile and a small joke to the kids to put them all at ease.

Hope offered her help by carrying a couple of bags into the building and up to the apartment door. When she tried to walk in after the woman had cleared the doorway Hope had practically bounced off the invisible wall with a solid sounding thud. The woman must've heard something as she turned around and invited the copper haired girl inside.

Hope took a slow tentative step into the apartment, waiting for the barrier to keep her out.

Instead of being rejected again Hope was able to cross the threshold.

The only plausible reason that the firstborn Mikaelson witches could concoct was if Hope's name was written into the family's codex located near the Wardstone then Hope was allowed to enter the property without any restrictions. Since she has already been placed into the Wards for that property and that was a permanent invitation until her name was scratched out of the codex.

Hope needed more information before she could state this theory as true but Freya seemed to agree with her. The Viking Witch mentioned that if Hope wanted to own any properties then she would need to place them under Daphne's name in order to keep Vampires out of their home.

By the end of the school year Hogwarts held their O.W.L and N.E.W.T exams without the presence of Ministry Officials observing the exams like the last few years seeing as the Ministry of Magic has still not recovered from Voldemort's invasion over Hallowe'en.

Although without Snape's interference in Potions, the removal of the rune on the Hogwarts Wardstone which affected the Gryffindor and Slytherin Houses, as well as the restrictions placed on the former disruptive students from their losses in Wizarding Duels over the last 2 years.

Basically the exams went off without a hitch.

Headmistress McGonnagall had remarked during the End of Year Feast that Hogwarts will no longer require Ministry presence during the exams, unless there is another case which provides definitive proof of obstruction affecting the results of any student. No matter the year or house. These allegations will be taken seriously if the student or professor can prove if someone is cheating or purposely sabotaging a student's exam.

The elderly Scottish Headmistress gave her farewells to the 7th Year students and wished them all the best in life. Minerva took a moment as she turned to the Slytherin table, mainly focusing on the Emrys pair at the end of the table surrounded by Tracey, Blaise as well as Astoria and some of her friends who were brave enough to sit near the powerful couple.

"Before we provide the food for the feast. I would like to make another farewell for Hope Mikaelson or as the rest of the world will soon call her, Lady Emrys and her Consort, Daphne Greengrass, Head of the Most Ancient and Noble House Greengrass. I know that Lady Greengrass probably hasn't mentioned this, but she will also be finishing up her schooling this year and taking her N.E.W.T exams early."

"I truly wish you both well. You deserve it for all the help you have provided to the school and the protection you have offered for future generations. Thank you Miss Mikaelson and Miss Greengrass." The former Gryffindor Head of House proudly announced as she bowed her head to the Slytherin couple in respect.

The Professors sitting at the front of the Great Hall had also bowed their heads in thanks for all they have done for Hogwarts.

Hope and Daphne simultaneously blinked in surprise as they weren't expecting a goodbye or thanks for their actions over the past 5 years. The young couple nodded in their direction as they appreciated the thought and acknowledgement.

Hope's friends from each of the Houses started clapping and nudging the people next to them to entice them to clap as well. Surprisingly enough, more than ¾'s of the student body were clapping for Hope and Daphne. Some were even cheering most notably were the Weasley twins, Harry, Neville, Su and Susan.

Hope cringed slightly at the loud noise but quickly hid her discomfort behind an Occlumency mask.

The Headmistress let this continue for maybe 15 seconds before snapping her fingers and having the Hogwarts House Elves apparate the food into the middle of the tables, quickly and efficiently dispersing the cheers and clapping as the kids dug into their meal.

Hope and Daphne had decided to celebrate their Outstanding results on both of their O.W.L and N.E.W.T exams with a trip to Paris. They had spent the beginning of the day with Astoria, the Flamels and the Delacours. Alexandria had acted as the family's method of transportation as the golden bird was feeling awfully needy today and wanted to remain by Hope's side.

Myrddin on the other hand was with Freya and Lizzie at Gringotts working in a time-altering room as they worked on how to travel back to their universe as they were both missing their families and wanted to make sure that they could get back home.

Stori and Gabi were quick to pair up and disappear into the youngest Veela's room as the younger girl practically dragged and kept as physically close as possible to Astoria as the Veela basically hummed in contentment.

The rest of the people in the large property waited until the youngest couple had turned the corner before turning to glance at everyone else in the room before cooing adorably in their direction. Poor Bill was standing behind Fleur as he went shock white in the presence of his girlfriend's exes. Still replaying in his mind what Lady Emrys and Lady Greengrass would do to him should he break Fleur's heart.

Fleur had kept the conversation flowing peacefully between herself, Hope, Daphne and Bill as Hope's parents and her own had migrated outside to walk the fields leaving the house free for the remaining wizard and witches. The eldest Delacour daughter had led the group over to the lounge and asked her House Elf to supply some nibbles for her guests to snack on.

Fleur had filled the other couple in on some of the events that have happened over the past year since they last saw each other at Christmas. Fleur's grandmother, Seraphine, has now officially passed over the title of Wing Leader over to Fleur as she completed her training in February.

Fleur had decided with Bill and Ragnok that they wished to transfer to the Paris division of Gringotts as Molly Weasley was hovering over her eldest son in fear as she was afraid that Fleur's exes would kill him just as they did her 2 youngest children.

Fleur had sympathetically tried to tell her partner's mother that Hope and Daphne had nothing to do with Ronald and Ginerva's deaths but the Weasley matriarch was not having it and Arthur was drowning in depression and anxiety as Molly was freaking him out.

Another thing that occurred that Fleur was proud to tell the couple was that she and Bill were now engaged.

Hope was partially distracted as something was bothering her but she couldn't put her finger on it until after lunch and the 3 groups dispersed once again, taking up residence in separate parts of the property.

Hope's jaw dropped when she realised what her supernatural hearing was picking up and her eyes somehow widened and narrowed down on Fleur's flat belly. Daphne jerked suddenly as her lover was unable to hold her thoughts to herself. All of Hope's barriers dropped in her surprise and the only thing to travel across their telepathic bond was, "Fleur's pregnant."

Bill froze from his spot beside his fiance once he realised that both of Fleur's ex-girlfriends were staring at Fleur or more specifically her stomach. Fleur also noticed the intense stares and the location of their gaze.

"Oh… How did you know?" The silver haired beauty questioned anxiously.

Daphne pointed at Hope's still slack-jawed face which probably hasn't even blinked in the last minute. Alexandria was basically wheezing in little croaks as the bird fell off Hope's shoulder, kicking her little chicken legs in the air as she rolled on her back on the spare seat on the lounge.

"'Ope?" Fleur softly called out in an attempt to gain the brunette's attention without frightening the shell shocked girl. "Can you say something?"

Hope finally managed to blink, but after not blinking for a full minute her lashes flickered multiple times as her sight was slightly blurred due to her eyes being dried out. As Hope was clearing her sight the Tribrid's brain rebooted.

"Wha? … I'd ask how but for some reason I feel like you would just blankly state that you had sex. So, now that I got that out of the way I guess I should say congratulations." Hope sputtered out without any real conscious thought as the youngest Mikaelson spoke her mind.

Daphne glared over at Hope for a few seconds as the blonde witch was frustrated with how Hope handled the news and shook her head slightly, hearing Hope's mind in complete disarray and it was still stumbling to comprehend the information properly as the Thunderbird regained control over her body and was finally able to produce somewhat understandable whistles.

Daphne turned back to Fleur and stood up making her way over to the Veela and kneeling down in front of her as the other girl was concerned whether or not she should move. "Fleur, Bill, congratulations!"

The normally stoic girl leaned forwards and pulled the taller woman into an awkward but comforting hug. Daphne turned to Bill who was still holding his breath and simply gave the eldest Weasley son a quick nod as Lady Greengrass knew that the older boy might actually faint if she moved any closer to him.

Daphne turned back to Fleur who was looking over the blonde's shoulder and the Ice Witch decided to damage control for her Mate. "I should also mention that Hope is truly happy for you and Alexandria is just being a little shit as we can both see that Hope's mind is in shambles and can't process her feelings into words just yet. So instead of taking her time and figuring out how she feels, Hope awkwardly says whatever is on her mind without any filters which usually involves a sarcastic comment followed by confusion."

Hope suddenly popped up off the lounge causing Bill to jump and Fleur to raise her eyebrows at the action. The copper haired girl had sped in front of Fleur in a blur and lifted the Veela off the seat, twirling her in the air as the silver-blonde haired girl gasped in surprise. Fleur was laughing in joy as she wrapped her arms around Hope's shoulders, letting her body relax in Hope's hold.

"Congratulations, ma belle fleur! I'm so happy for you!" Hope mumbled into Fleur's neck and breathed in the slightly altered scent coming from the other girl.

Apparently pregnancy can also change a person's scent ever so slightly as Hope has now learned. The Tribrid wasn't aware that this was a thing as she never saw Keelin when she was pregnant with her cousin as she was basically shipped off to the Salvatore Boarding School for the Young and Gifted.

Asides from smelling like the Veela usually does, lustful flowers of lavender and jasmine there is also a hint of something else that Hope can only describe as artificial strawberry. The brunette wondered if the scent would change at birth to resemble a normal strawberry smell later but she had nothing to base her theory on.

"Hope! Put me down!" Fleur eventually called out after being spun for nearly 10 seconds and she was starting to get dizzy.

The brunette carefully placed the other girl down onto her feet before cupping the Veela's exquisite face in her hands. Hope looked deep into the soft silver orbs of her ex and saw the pure happiness radiating from the other woman who still wasn't showing as of yet.

Hope moved closer to Fleur and murmured sweet nothings in her ear before kissing her cheek and pulling back. After Hope moved away Daphne took her place pulling Fleur into a much more comfortable hug before placing a kiss against the Veela's other cheek.

Fleur thanked her Veela genes once again as she felt her cheeks heat up that would normally make an ordinary person blush deep red. Fleur's supernatural background made it so no imperfections were shown on her skin which included blushes, acne and rashes.

"Thank you 'Ope, Dap'ne. You have no idea what it means to me that both of you aren't upset."

"Why in Merlin's name would we be upset?" Daphne asked in complete bafflement.

"We love you Fleur. We're unbelievably happy for you and even Mr 'I wish I could bury myself further into this chair to get away from my fiance's exes'." Daphne added with a certain level of sass that the Mikaelson family would be proud of.

Fleur had suggested that they should go have lunch at Jules Verne to celebrate all of their achievements over the last 6 months. Bill had quickly decided to opt out and told the girls to go and have a good time. However this didn't sit well with the Veela and she gazed between her lover and her duelling partners with a frown on her face.

Hope and Daphne shared a partially guilty expression as they knew that they were responsible for the distance between themselves and Bill. Fleur knew that as well but the Emrys couple had followed their ex's wishes when Fleur told them not to threaten him anymore.

In fact the Slytherin pair were being quite cordial and inclusive today despite Daphne little dig at him earlier. They were at least attempting to include the red haired man into the conversation.

In the end Fleur stayed at the Delacour Manor with Bill as she had another long conversation with the eldest Weasley. Repeating once again that Hope and Daphne were not going to harm him especially if he continues to treat her the same way he has the entire time they have been together.

The Emrys couple remarked that they would take Fleur up on the idea of having lunch out. Hope had asked where to find the restaurant Fleur had mentioned, Jules Verne, and both Daphne and Fleur went to answer but the Ice Witch was able to reply quicker as she heard the question in Hope's mind just moments before Hope asked the query aloud..

"It's inside the Eiffel Tower and has some magnificent views showing artistic landscapes that I could honestly spend hours drawing and painting. My parents had taken Stori and I there maybe half a dozen times. The food is always exquisite and the service is polite and helpful."

Hope chuckles a little bit to herself as she inputs her own little addition. "Let me guess, if we weren't rich this outing would cost an arm, a leg and possibly the rights to their firstborn child?"

The Tribrid's eyes widened in fear as she quickly followed up. "No one ever mention that I said that to Aunt Freya. Deal? Good." Without giving anyone an opportunity to object.

The young couple chose to apparate into the Trocadéro Gardens on the other side of the Seine River in the Jardin d'enfants as the trees in the location blocked their very sudden appearance into a populated area.

As Hope and Daphne crossed over the bridge, Pont d'Iéna, the girls were walking hand in hand with smiles on their faces as they discussed how happy they were for Fleur and if this was different to what Hope expected. Hope mentioned that Fleur and Bill did in fact marry and have children although they did start their family nearly 2 years early but they did follow the events leading up to having kids. They had their first daughter 1 year after the Battle of Hogwarts.

On their elevator trip up to the restaurant Hope leaned over to Daphne and kept her voice soft as she didn't want to be overheard but enjoyed the reaction of watching Daphne shiver as Hope's breath tickled her ear.

"Do you ever take it for granted?" Hope began thoughtfully as she wrapped her arms around Daphne's waist. "The life you have? The advantages being born into a Pureblood family and a rich one at that. The money? The influence you have within the Wizengamot?"

Daphne remained silent until the moment the elevator doors opened and replied quietly. "Sometimes."

Their lunch date was filled with discussions about what life could've been like if they were both born into the same universe, if they were born in less than desirable environments without the security of a caring family, money or status.

The outcomes were somewhat bleak if they didn't have each other. If either girl didn't have their family then they needed their Mate in order to survive whatever life the universe would throw at them. They both decided that without their families that there was a huge part of their life missing. Like a wound that would never close and constantly rip into them like a Cruciatus Curse on repeat. Neverending and unfathomably painful.

After they had finished eating, Hope and Daphne spent some time in peaceful quiet as they looked out the window overlooking the Hôtel des Invalides to the east, thankfully missing the rising sunlight.

At about 2 o'clock they paid their bill and exited the restaurant and to finish off the rest of their day they took a stroll through a closed off section of Bois de Boulogne, a lovely public park with nature trails and botanical gardens to observe.

Hope and Daphne took in the bountiful sights of bright colours from all the flowers that were blooming in the late Summer weeks of August. The leaves were just beginning to lose their dark green colouring as Fall quickly approached. The slightly cooler air settles into the trees and plants.

The Tribrid never knew how distinct the colours were in plants and nature. She thought that with her enhanced sight as a Werewolf was powerful but with her Vampiric side activated. Everything was in high definition and at the highest resolution not yet known to humankind, not in 2030 and especially not in 1996.

Hope's back straightened up abruptly. The Tribrid, Slytherin Ice Queen and golden Thunderbird were now on high alert at the unexpected ping on Hope's radar. Each of them looked around for a sign of a threat.

Hope heard something long and sharp whistling through the air but she could see where the sound originated from.

'What is it?' Daphne whispered through their bond.

'I don't know. All I know is that there is something watching us.' Hope replied to Daphne through their link and also broadcasting her thoughts to Alexandria so she could stay in the loop.

The Tribrid's eyes furrowed together at the next noise which sounded wet and moving like moulding clay on a turn dial.

Hope made a hissing noise as she felt something sharp pierce through her back and out of the middle of her chest. It was dark, damp and malleable. Clay… Hope's eyes widened as her mind jumped to an unlikely scenario but the more she thought about it the more it was starting to make sense.

"Hope!" Daphne called out as her gaze landed on the sharp point protruding out of Hope's chest. Alexandria let out a screech as she called lightning to herself.

Hope turned her head to look behind her as whatever was stabbing her was trying to remove the weapon but it was stuck in Hope's body. A vaguely familiar grunt reached Hope's ears before she was able to see her attacker.

"Clarke." Hope grunted out as she was unable to turn her body. "How did you survive?"

Ryan Clarke looked possessed as he smirked, the skin around his mouth cracked at the action but instead of blood pouring down his face it was black mud. Malivore Mud.

Hope quickly looked back at the weapon inside of her and realised quickly that she was stabbed with Malivore Mud. Daphne and Alexandria felt the fear resonating from the Tribrid and reached forward to help.

"I didn't. At least not in the way you expected Hope. This son of mine is not a suitable vessel for me to use. But it doesn't mean that I can't use it to kill you." A deeper, more menacing voice replied.

It raised its other arm not currently stuck within Hope, morphing it into the shape of a lance, pointing it at Daphne and firing a sharp projectile from the tip embedding itself into Daphne's shoulder as she managed to weave slightly out of the way with a pained yelp.

"NO!" Hope exclaimed as she turned as much of her body around as possible and fired off a full powered 'depulso' at Clarke or Malivore, whichever it is.

Instead of doing any damage to Malivore the spell basically shuddered around Clarke's body before ripping all the trees out of the ground with a terrible crunch and breaking of wood as the trees were launched into the sky. Apparently the Obliviators were going to have their work cut out for them today.

"What? Why didn't that hurt you?" Hope mumbled.

Clarke chuckled breathlessly as it taunted the miracle child. "To think the almighty Tribrid could defeat me. How irrational I was. You may have banished me for just over 5 years but you also gave me a body. So thank you Hope Mikaelson. For your generosity, I will take away everything that matters to you."

Malivore somehow managed to grin through the dripping sludge as it turned its attention back to Daphne. Tendrils shot out from his free arm wrapping tightly around her neck, choking Daphne as Clarke dragged the blonde witch closer to both himself and Hope with a powerful jerk as Daphne let out a choked scream as the shard of mud was jarred suddenly in the forceful movement.

Hope's eyes glowed dangerously as Hope summoned Excalibur to her hand and managed to cut through the mud.

Daphne was trying her absolute hardest to resist the urge to reach up to pull at the tendril as the blonde witch felt the mud slowly creeping up her body, encasing her in mud.

Lady Greengrass was fully aware with her Mate's memories that touching the mud would just form another point of contact by both immobilising her further, keeping her hands up near her neck and unable to attack if the opportunity presented itself and also speeding up the process of Malivore completely encasing her.

Now that Hope was finally able to turn around. Her Tribrid face showed the brunette's fury as fiery irises flared at Clarke and she bared her Tribrid fangs in anger, all so similar to her father, the Original Hybrid.

"Fuck no! Take your muddy hands off her, you piece of shit!" Hope got a few slashes with Excalibur to the malleable mud before healing immediately.

The possessed mudman laughed in amusement as it wrapped another tendril around Hope's neck with his newly freed hand. "This is what I was afraid of? A child? How pathetic. No, you can watch me kill this girl right in front of your eyes."

Hope noticed 2 things happening simultaneously.

The first being the uncomfortable and remarkably terrifying feeling of weightlessness like she had felt when she had swan dived into Malivore's black pit state. Daphne was feeling the exact same removal from reality that Hope was experiencing. They were being sucked into Malivore's body.

The other thing Hope observed was that the tendril around her own neck was decaying. Any part of its arm that impaled the Tribrid was dying.

Alexandria landed on Daphne's left shoulder brushing her feathers slightly against the mud to begin the immersion into Malivore as well. Not wishing to leave either her Familiar or Daphne to their inevitable fate. But she didn't simply give up because Malivore was absorbing the 3 supernatural creatures into itself. Alexandria shot bolt after bolt of lightning at the mud creature to little effect.

The witch's magic was not working in any way shape or form. The Malivore Mud was acting as a neutralising agent against their magic as shown previously as Hope's 'depulso' weaved around Clarke's body. But it didn't stop the magic that was already in play like Excalibur or Hope's fangs.

Hope realised what she had to do to end Malivore once and for all but she only has a few moments before that feeling of weightlessness fully settles in. Understanding it for what it truly was.

A warning.

Hope, Daphne and now Alexandria were mere moments away from being thrown through time, space or dimensions… or knowing their luck, all three.

The one thing that Malivore's Mud didn't affect was the pair's soulbond. Daphne heard what was going through Hope's head.

"Do it." Daphne choked out roughly. 'Who knows. Maybe we'll be lucky and he'll dump us in another universe with one of our soulmates in it. I mean he's already done it once. Let's see if he'll do it again.' The Ice Witch added telepathically as she didn't have the breath to say all of that.

"Do what exactly?" Malivore gloated as he tightened the two tendrils around the girls' necks causing Daphne's face to turn red under the pressure.

Hope let out a silent gasp as her sharp fangs glistened in the sunlight before she was able to bite down her pain, managing to pull off one of her father's smirks and one of her mother's quips. "Kill you obviously."

Dark veins trailed down Hope's cheeks as she quickly raised her left hand to her mouth as she was still holding Excalibur in her other hand. Clarke's eyes widened in unimaginable fear at the classic Vampire features spreading across the girl's face.

Using all of her fangs she ripped into her arm from the base of her elbow all the way into the palm of her hand. Hope groaned at the pain she inflicted on herself but that didn't stop the Tribrid from thrusting her entire arm into Malivore's chest.

Clarke gasped in pain as he felt the only thing in the multiverse spreading through his body. The mud started making crackling noises as Malivore started to harden and crack apart.

"Go to hell Malivore and take your pain in the bloody arse son with you." Hope seethed out through gritted teeth.

Knowing that their time is limited Hope summoned the compartment that the Flamels had gifted her and where she stored all her research, books, spells, weapons and other miscellaneous items she has collected from this universe.

Hope shared a quick look to her mate. 'I'm so sorry and I'll see you on the other side.'

Daphne reached over and placed her hand over Hope's right hand almost as though she was holding Excalibur as well as her Mate.

Malivore groaned in discomfort as it looked down at the limb within its chest. Malivore started groaning as more corrupted mud travelled up the tendrils surrounding Hope and Daphne before the mud-like creature exploded violently, throwing the 2 women to the ground.

The Tribrid was the first to wake with a painful groan. Hope noticed immediately that it was no longer daytime as she was greeted with a half moon staring back at Hope, completely visible in the night sky. Hope pushed herself up off the slightly damp grass and sucked in a gasp as she felt something shift in her body.

Looking down she saw shards of hardened mud, practically rocks at this point lodged in her torso and groaned as she pulled one of the larger pieces of shrapnel out of her gut. Hope healing abilities were kicking in as her body started to eject these sharpened rocks out of her skin and the wounds closing up behind them.

Hope grunted as she was able to twist herself onto her stomach so she could stand up but the Tribrid heart stopped as she saw Daphne on the ground, unmoving. Hope quickly realised that she couldn't hear her Mate's heartbeat nor as a presence in her mind through the soulbond.

The part-Vampire sped over to Daphne's side and turned her over so the brunette could see her lover's face. Hope sucked in a sharp shuddering breath as she took in the nasty gash on her forehead, a deep cut on her neck most likely severing the carotid artery and a large jagged chunk of rock sticking out of Daphne's chest.

"Daph?" Hope whimpered as she buried her head into her Mate's cold body, the Tribrid held Daphne close as she cried her heart out. It felt as though her very soul was ripped from her body.