What if Hope Mikaelson was forgotten by her family? What if Hope had a twin sister who was the golden child? What if Hope ran away from home? What happens if Hope meets a older girl who is the daughter of Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier? This is t...
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Third POV
It's been a month since Hope and Marlon have been staying with the Lehnsherr-Xavier's.
Hope felt strange, with this what 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 Journey and Maxwell were sired to the poor girl who immediately helped them break the sire bond.
Through every single painful transformation, she stayed, apologizing 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 fault as she was still an infant when they were turned and Klaus had taken her blood without her permission.
She was sitting in the room that Charles and Erik 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 saw Maxwell and Peter there, she gave them a small smile and waved them inside. "I don't bite." She said teasingly, still noticing their slight apprehension to enter the room.
Maxwell and Peter snorted and launched there selves onto her bed. "You've been reading these for three days? What are you looking for?" Peter questioned as he began reading the grimoire as well.
The auburn headed girl took the grimoire spells off her grimoires 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 explains and sighed frustrated.
"Why don't you take a break and afterwards, I will help you find a special?" Maxwell coaxed and kept poxing the poor girl in the sides which made her laugh.
"OKAY! Stop!" She said laughing harder as he continued to tickle her along with Peter her sides.
"You, my dear Andrea, need to have fun." Peter sighed as he watched the girl immediately go back to reading.
Her head snapped up with a face that was full of offense. "I can have fun!" She protested and once again the boys snorted.
"Your idea of fun is reading. While reading can be fun, especially for your genius brain." Maxwell poked her head which made the trio giggle "You also have to do other things. What else do you do?"
She froze. What 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. I like to play it every once in a while. Same with pops. Peter had the patient to learn." Maxwell told her.
"I can teach you, Peter. If you want that is." She said nervously.
"Let's go." Peter replied and pulled her downstairs along with Maxwell to the piano. Peter and Andrea sat next to each other on the bench while Maxwell grabbed his guitar and Hope was excited.
Her hands glided against the keys and she played some notes. When she finished Peter and Maxwell applauded.
"Alright. So put your hands here and press them one at a time." The auburn instructed and guided Peter's hand on the piano.
Peter and Hope sat on the bench. Maxwell strum the cords on his guitar. The trio sat there for over two hours, talking and playing. They would never tell her that Peter already knew how to play piano. That they let her teach Peter because they saw the huge smile on her face.
