A Desperate Gamble
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New Orleans - The Abandoned Witch’s Tomb
The air was thick with ancient magic, swirling like a brewing storm. The old tomb, long forsaken by the witches of New Orleans, hummed with dark, forbidden power. Dust and cobwebs clung to its worn stone walls, silent witnesses to the ritual that would change fate itself.
Hope Mikaelson and Henrik Mikaelson—siblings by blood, magic, and destiny—stood within an intricate rune circle carved into the cold stone floor. Their parents’ legacies ran through their veins—children of Cassandra Venus Potter-Black and the Original brothers, Klaus and Kol Mikaelson.
Hope’s dark hair clung to her damp forehead as she traced the final rune with blood and ash, sealing the spell with her very life force. Henrik, younger but equally determined, stood beside her with piercing blue eyes that mirrored their fathers' intensity.
“Are you sure this will work?” Henrik’s voice wavered despite his best effort to appear strong.
Hope clenched her jaw, magic crackling faintly around her fingertips. “If we do nothing, we know how it ends—our family destroyed, our parents gone.” Her voice softened, a hint of desperation breaking through. “I won’t let them take anyone else.”
Henrik’s expression hardened. He might be young, but he understood sacrifice all too well. “Then we do this together… for our family.”
With determination blazing in their shared gaze, they clasped hands. Sparks of silver and gold magic ignited where their fingers intertwined, fusing their magical signatures into one force.
The ancient incantation spilled from their lips, invoking powers older than the witches of the Quarter, calling upon the forces of life, death, and destiny.
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Magic Awakens
The carved runes blazed with light, glowing in hues of silver, gold, and deep crimson—symbols of protection, binding, and fate burning as power surged.
Hope’s heart raced as time itself seemed to fracture. Visions flashed before her eyes—chaotic futures and broken pasts. Faces of their family flickered, some she recognized, others she did not.
Then she felt it—her.
A woman with fierce emerald eyes, streaked dark hair, and magic pulsing with the essence of both life and death. Ancient runes of power shimmered along her skin, burning brighter than the stars themselves.
“Cassandra Venus Potter-Black.”
The name seared itself into Hope’s soul, resonating through the storm of shifting timelines. Their mother. Their protector. Their salvation.
Before she could process the revelation, the spell shattered, exploding outward in a burst of uncontrolled magic. The runes fractured like shattered glass, and reality cracked as time itself unraveled.
Hope and Henrik were hurled into the violent magical rift, their bodies shrinking, reshaping—de-aged into toddlers, memories of who they were erased in the temporal chaos.
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The Enchanted Black Manor - Wizarding World
Far across the magical realms, Cassandra Venus Potter-Black awoke with a strangled gasp, her chest heaving as unfamiliar yet undeniable memories burned into her mind.
She fell from her enchanted bed, collapsing onto trembling knees as visions overwhelmed her—memories she had never lived but knew were true.
Two children—her children.
A boy with wild blond curls and piercing blue eyes… a fierce little girl with dark hair and magic that radiated ancient power.
Henrik… Hope… my babies.
Tears burned Cassandra’s cheeks, but she rose with deadly resolve, power igniting in shimmering silver flames. Her magic surged through her veins, driven by love, desperation, and the divine power bestowed by Hecate herself.
“By the will of the gods… bring them back to me.”
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Her wand snapped into her hand with a crack of magic. Runes for tracking, protection, and soul-binding spiraled into the air as she cast a spell infused with every ounce of her power, her very soul reaching across time and space.
A shimmering rift tore through reality, crackling with unstable energy. She felt them on the other side—alive but faint, like distant stars in a stormy sky.
Without hesitation, Cassandra stepped into the swirling vortex, her vow echoing across time itself:
“You will not take them from me.”
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Mystic Falls - The Past
In the darkened woods outside Mystic Falls, a shimmering portal opened between two ancient oaks. The ground trembled with magic as two small figures tumbled through, landing in a bed of leaves and grass.
Henrik stirred first, clutching his sister’s hand tightly even in his disoriented state. His bright blue eyes blinked against the dim forest light, instincts already sharpening.
“Henrik…” Hope’s small voice trembled as she clung to him. “Where… where are we?”
“I don’t know, Hope,” he whispered fiercely, pulling her close. “But… I think we’re safe... for now.”
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Elsewhere in the Forest
Not far from where the children had fallen, another rift split open with crackling power. Cassandra Venus Potter-Black emerged from the shimmering portal, her wand blazing with deadly intent. Her emerald eyes burned with ancient magic and a mother’s unyielding determination.
“I will find you.”
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“Reunions of Fate” – Cassandra’s search leads her to Mystic Falls, where she encounters Klaus and Kol Mikaelson—her soulmates, though none of them realize the depth of their connection... yet.
Enemies stir in the shadows, alliances will be tested, and fate’s tangled web will unravel in ways none of them could have foreseen...
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Threads of Fate: A Potter-Mikaelson Legacy (BOOK 1)
FanfictionIn which Hope Mikealson and Henrik Mikealson take a huge decision and travel to the past before their parents where destined to meet. In Which instead of the spell just getting them to the past sends them as kids with no memory and provides the memo...
