What if Hope Mikaelson wasn't the golden child of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall? What if she had a twin sister who was the favorite? This is an alternate universe where Hope was forgotten by her family. Except for her two uncles, her werewolf...
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It's been a month since Hope and Nathan have been staying with the Richardson.
Hope felt strange, was this what a true family was like? She noticed how they were always smiling and laughing whilst in each other's presence and how they always showed equal attention to everyone.
It didn't take them long to figure that Samantha and Clayton were sired to the poor girl who immediately helped them break the sire bond.
Through every single painful transformation, she stayed, apologized because she believed it was her fault. It was her blood that turned them after all, but they reassured her every time that it wasn't her fault as she was still an infant when they were and Klaus had taken her blood without her permission.
She was sitting in the room that Vin and Jeff had given her and was studying her grimoire, looking for a resurrection spell that didn't require black magic.
A knock on her ajar door broke her out of her thoughts. When she was Clayton there, she gave him a small smile and waved him inside. "I don't bite." She said teasingly, still noticing his slight apprehension to enter the room.
He snorted and then launched himself onto her bed. "You've been reading these for three days. What are you looking for?" Clayton questioned as he began reading the grimoire as well.
The auburn headed girl took the glamour spells off her grimoire when she realized that no one in the house would take them without asking.
"I'm looking for a resurrection spell, that doesn't involve black magic. Quite a difficult task. I'm supposed to resurrect my Uncle Finn." Hope explained and sighed frustrated.
"Why don't you take a break and afterward, I'll help you find a spell?" Clayton coaxed and kept poking the poor girl in the sides which made her laugh.
"OKAY! Stop!" She said laughing harder as he continued to tickle her sides.
"You, my dear Andrea. Need to have some fun." The youngest Richardson son sighed as he watched the girl immediately go back to reading.
Her head snapped up with a face was full of offense. "I can have fun!" She protested and once again Clayton snorted.
"Your idea of fun is reading. While reading can be fun, especially for your genius brain." He poked her head which made the girl giggle. "You also have to do other things. What else do you like to do?"
She froze. When else did she like to do? Nothing came to mind except for one thing.
"I like to play the piano." She confessed quietly.
"We have one downstairs. Samantha likes to play it every once in a while. Same with father. I never had the patience to learn." He told her.
"I can teach you. If you want that is." She said nervously.
"Let's go." The boy replied and pulled her downstairs to the piano. They sat next to each other on the bench and Hope was excited.
Her hands glided against the keys and she played some notes. When she finished Clayton applauded.
"Alright. So put your hands here and press them one at a time." The auburn instructed and guided his hands on the piano.
They sat there for over two hours, talking and playing. He would never tell her that he already knew how to play piano. That he let her teach him because he was the huge smile on her face.
