The Tribrid and Her Prison {Book One - Complete}

Something Wicked in New Orleans: Part 1

Swallowing down the last bit of coffee from her cup, Hope bounced on her toes as she zipped her suitcase up.

"Do you think we'll find anything?" She asked, picking up the Grimoire from Diagon Alley and stuffed it carefully into the suitcase that seemed to store everything with ease.

Charmed, of course.

"Answers about my life maybe?" Hope continued. "Will I meet my family, do you think?"

Albus smiled crookedly as he signed a few documents to be sent to the Ministry before their departure.

"Or maybe-"

"Hope," Albus glanced up with a chuckle, "how much coffee have you had this morning?"

"Four cups, why?"

Biting his lip, fighting a smile, he nodded. "Just checking. Maybe four is your max for today."

Hope glanced over at Newt, who was grinning broadly while feeding his Niffler some extra treats. Pick snacked on woodlice while sitting on his shoulder.

"Fair enough." Hope nodded and continued packing anything extra she might need. They'd be leaving for New Orleans any moment, but she'd procrastinated a bit last night. Procrastinating translated to having Albus' cock in her mouth and Newt's in her hand with his fingers up her pussy. She should probably feel tired, but there was a buzzing in her skull that she was sure wasn't because of the caffeine.

Hope would finally visit where she assumed her life had been before the Poachers.

"Hope," she glanced over to see Albus watching her fondly, but something somber etched his features, "I want you to be able to find answers; believe me, I do, but there is always a chance we will find nothing."

"I know..." Hope trailed off, biting her lower lip. She knew this was a long shot and had to think realistically.

"I hate to fill your head with that kind of doubt. I just want to ensure you understand that simply walking through the city won't answer all your questions. It will take time and patience."

Hope smiled now. "Do I lack patience, Albus?"

"Sometimes." He responded with a chuckle and signed his last bit of parchment. "Are we ready?" Albus asked after sending his Owl off to London.

Hope nodded as she sat on her trunk with a slam and locked the gold latches. Glancing over at Newt, he, too, looked ready.

This was it. They'd be in the Big Easy in just a few moments.

Holding Albus' arm and clutching her trunk, she closed her eyes so she wouldn't be dizzy. Hope would never trust another Wizard to apparate across the ocean like this, especially after Newt told her a horrific splinching story. Still, she trusted Albus with every fiber of her being. As did Newt, she assumed, as he held Albus by the other arm.

It was over in an instant.

Something warm and delicious invaded her senses, followed by something mouthwateringly spicy.

Hope opened her eyes and found they were at the back of a dark alley with one outlet forward to the street ahead. Music greeted her ears as she watched people walk and dance past their hiding spot. Mardi Gras would have been months ago, but the atmosphere was still alive with a buzz of energy she couldn't quite place.

Hope sucked in a breath and let it settle into her soul.

Home.

She was home.

There was no mistaking the sensation that covered her like fuzzy down. It was like this city called her name.

"Hope?" Newt whispered.