Raven gasps awake, her eyes glowing orange.

"Perfectly timed" Raven looks to see Klaus stood in the corner of her room. "Miss Deveraux is here. You scorched the bedsheets"

Raven walks downstairs, a cigarette between her lips.

"That's an unhealthy habit"

"What's it going to do?" Raven teases. "Kill me?"

Klaus chuckles with a roll of his eyes but his mood instantly changes when his eyes rest upon Sophie.

"We had a deal! You protect my unborn child, I dismantle Marcel's army. And whilst I've been busy fulfilling my part of the bargain, you allowed Hayley and Raven to be attacked and almost killed by a gaggle of lunatic witches"

"I had nothing to do with it, I swear. Hayley, Raven and I are linked, remember? If Hayley dies, I die. It seems Raven is immune to the death connection of the bond as she is able to come back"

"Then who were they?" Raven asks.

"They are a faction of extremists. Sabine stupidly told them about some vision she had about the baby"

"What kind of vision?" Klaus asks.

"She has them all the time. They are totally open to interpretation. I'm guessing she's wrong on this one" Sophie says.

"Well, how, may I ask, was this particular vision interpreted?" Klaus asks.

"Pretty much that your baby would bring death to all witches"

"Ah, well. I grow fonder of this child by the second"

Raven tries to hide the small amused smile which falls upon her face.

"Sophie, look-- I promised Elijah that I would protect the Mikaelson miracle-baby whilst he tries to win your witch Davina's loyalty. Why don't you tell me just how extreme this faction is?" Rebekah asks.

"Elijah's talking to Davina?" Sophie asks shocked.

"Yeah. As we speak, I imagine"

"I'm guessing she'll have plenty to say about that crowd. Much like Raven does"

Raven freezes as both Mikaelson siblings look at her.

"Do tell"

"I wasn't always an advocate for the witches," Sophie says. "Raven and I were very much on the same page about many of the witches ideologies, we've been friends for many years. My sister was devoted, like our parents, and our upbringing was very strict, which drove me nuts. The minute I turned twenty-one, I left the Quarter to travel and play. But, I wanted to be a chef, so I came back to Rousseau's"

"It was the harvest that caused me to stop visiting New Orleans," Raven says.

"What the bloody hell is a Harvest?" Rebekah asks.

"It's a ritual our coven does every three centuries so that the bond to our ancestral magic is restored. We appease our ancestors, they keep our ancestral power flowing" Sophie says. "Raven was seen as a treasured part of our coven until she left, being the Shapeshifter"

"And why haven't I heard of this?"

"Because a Harvest always seemed like a myth," Raven says. "A story passed on through generations like Noah's ark, or the Buddha walking on water. The kind some people take literally, and some people don't"

"They had the girls of our community preparing for months. Four would be chosen for the Harvest. They said that it was an honour, that they were special. I thought it was a myth. So did Raven"

"Was it?"

"No"

Sophie, having heard Klaus' end of the phone call with Marcel, looks at him in concern about burning dead witches.

"You can't go out there now. I need to gather the witches' remains and consecrate them. If I don't get to them before sundown, we'll lose the link to their magic"

"Those witches tried to kill Raven and Hayley. I'd prefer for Marcel's informant not to find anything that would lead him back to us, to them, or to... you know..."

He points at Hayley's stomach.

"That"

Hayley rolls her eyes.

"You are all class"

"Stay put. And save the rest of your story 'til I return" Klaus says.

Raven stares out at the plantation with a bored look on her face as Sophie talks.