Henrik Mikaelson's Return.

Resurrection.

St. Anne's Church used to be the heart of the French Quarter. However, after Sean O'Connell, a young man who was training to be a priest was hexed by a witch that drove Sean insane and caused him to kill all nine of his fellow seminary students before finally killing himself. Tainted the church forever in the eyes of those who used to go there. The church only grew more tainted when other massacres went down there. Such as the time when Klaus and Mikael slaughtered all of Dahlia's acolytes. 

Right now Freya and Keelin are in the church's attic, where the witch Davina once lived. When she was in hiding from New Orleans witches. 

"Freya. How can you be so sure this is going to work?" Keelin asked while Freya was busy marking the attic with her magic.

"I have taken everything into consideration," Freya responded. 

"Sweetie you said these kinds of spells can be fatal. You're being reckless." Keelin said sure she can understand and empathise with her girlfriend's motive. But still magic can be dangerous even to those who have as much experience as Freya has.

"I'm not being reckless. I have it all covered that's why you're here Keelin."  Freya replied.

"Maybe, we should have told your siblings just in case anything goes wrong," Keelin suggested. 

"We can't I don't want to disappoint them if this doesn't work. I'm almost ready, I have made it so that only you and those who carry my blood can enter and leave this church. I have all the ingredients I need and I have Henrik's remains." Freya told the wolf.

"You told me that you don't have an anchor because Esther sold you to Dahlia as if you were an animal. You had no place to call home or ties to anyone. Your spell has to require an anchor." Keelin pointed out.

"I have an anchor now."

"Care to share what it is," Keelin asked.

"My family and you, I finally have a place to call home people, I love who love me back," Freya answered.

"Just promise me, you'll take it easy don't push yourself against your limits take your time." Keelin told Freya.

"I'll try. Now could you help, me set up the ritual?" Freya requested. Keelin nodded and the two started to prepare the ritual. 

Keelin created a large triangle out of salt. At each point of the triangle, Freya put a Hand of Glory.  The witch was gentle when she placed her brother's remains in the centre of the triangle. Keelin was tasked with carefully pouring wolf venom and the mixed ashes and the two different types of dirt onto Henrik's bones.

The witch finally lit each of the three Hands of Glory and stepped away from the triangle and asked the wolf to do the same. Freya took in a deep breath before. She held her hands out to the triangle and began chanting. Keelin watched from a careful distance.

As Freya chanted Henrik's remains crumble to dust and mix with the ashes, venom and dirt. Then slowly bit by bit Henrik's body started to reform cell by cell was being restored. Seconds, after her ritual was completed. Freya and Keelin were thrown back and slid across the floor. The circle of salt was blown away by a powerful gust of wind. The candles were nothing more than melted wax on the floor. 

Keelin is the first to get to her feet with little to no effort. Whereas Freya struggled the witch was exhausted. She expected that spell would require most of her power. But still, nothing could have really prepared her for how weak. She would feel afterwards. Just afterwards, they heard a gasp for air.

"Where am I?" The boy asked scared of his new surroundings. His eyes processed his surroundings. He spots Freya and Keelin only to grow more scared. He felt a chill and looked down at himself discovering he was lacking clothes. He ran behind an old room divider. His head stuck out a little so, he could still see the witch and wolf.

"It's okay, we're not going to hurt you..." Freya started.

"Who are you? If you try and hurt me, I'll set my brothers on you, they're warriors." Henrik interrupted. That should scare them off the boy told himself. 

"Babe, can you grab some clothes out of that bag over there please?" Freya asked her girlfriend. Keelin just smiled and walked over to a large sports bag. Freya had carried all of her ingredients in for the ritual. Keelin took out a red t-shirt with the number 77 on it and a pair of blue jeans. The wolf carefully threw them over the room divider.

"There before you catch a cold," Keelin commented. Henrik frowned but changed into them. Before he walked out from behind the room divider. 

"Who are you? Why is everything so different?" Henrik asked.

"I'm Freya and this is Keelin. And the reason everything is so different is that you've been asleep for a long time." Freya partly lied. She didn't want to hurt an eleven-year-old by saying he was slaughtered by a pack of wolves and had to wait a thousand years before being reunited with his family.

"I had a big sister called Freya, she died from a plague," Henrik told the couple.

"Well, that is sad. Your brothers and sister will be worried sick. That your missing we can take you home if you like." Freya offered she wanted nothing more than to reveal everything that had happened since the boy's death. But knew it would be best to wait a little longer and reveal a little bit at a time. Henrik wasn't sure if he could trust the two adults. But he really wanted to go home. So maybe just this once he had to put his trust in two strangers. Henrik nodded.

Author's Note: In a later chapter, I'll explain in more detail how Freya resurrected Henrik.