A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
Here it is, the first chapter of the sequel to Welcome Back.
Warning: There is mentions of pedophilia (does not happen, but is merely mentioned)
word count: 1802
The walls whispered to him, reminding him of everything he had done. Echoes of her words, her rejections. It was enough to drive a man mad. How could she have rejected him? He'd saved her. He still wasn't sure how that slimy git had stolen her in the first place. He'd had him murdered for Merlin's sake. Someone had messed that up badly. Someone would pay for that, maybe if he'd stayed dead she would have seen reason? He'd come back before Ron had a chance to sweep Hermione off her feet. She should have been in his arms the minute Snape was dead. Ten years. He'd been here almost ten years. He'd be out soon thankfully. He remembered how Hermione had argued against him getting the Kiss. She must love him. He smiled. Yes, she loved him, she just needed to be free of Snape.
While the voices assaulted him, reminded him of his failures, he tried to figure out a new plan. A way to get her to realize they were meant to be. A plan to make her leave that horrible man once and for all. That was the only way it would work. She had to fall out of love with the git. He had to figure out a way to destroy their marriage, shatter her trust in him. What could make her turn, what crime could the git commit that would destroy her? He'd never cheat on her, Ron was certain of that, besides, she'd probably still stand by his side. Then an idea struck him. A horrible idea, a fragment of a memory.
Snape sneering at Hermione their first year. Ron smiled. A child, she had been a child. There had been rumors afterwards, once they were adults. Yes. He had to convince Hermione her precious husband was a child molester! She'd leave him after that. Where could he find a child, the old rumors wouldn't work. There had to be a new child, a new person claiming to have been hurt. Now, where could he find a child? No, he couldn't use a real child, a golem? He'd heard of them. Made of clay, could pass for humans. Yes. That would work.
Azkaban had a library, granted it didn't contain anything of actual use, but Ron wasn't going to give up on this idea. He instead searched for artifacts that could be bought, used to make his little girl golem real enough for Snape. He had finally managed to gather enough information that once he was released, he had a pretty good start on his revenge.
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Ron stared at the clay statue he'd finished sculpting. It was humanoid at least. It sort of looked like Hermione, but he hoped not enough to draw questions. That was the last thing he needed, this traced back to him. Hopefully it would accomplish the mission. Ron had learned pedophiles usually had a type, and given Snape's history with Hermione, a child that resembled her would make the whole charade more believable.
He pulled the amulet from his pocket. If this worked, this would make the golem come to life. He wasn't sure just how human it would be, but he could always figure out a way to make it work. He shoved the amulet into the statue's chest, he'd given her small breasts to help make sure she wasn't a complete copy of her Hermione at that age. Maybe he'd be lucky enough and Snape would actually go for the stupid golem.
Her chest rose slowly as if she was breathing. He smiled watching her. Her color brightened until she looked human. Her eyelids opened to reveal brown eyes. She looked a little more like Hermione than Ron had originally thought. She stared at him unblinking. She didn't speak. Had he forgotten something. His eyes landed on the table of his supplies. The scroll. Right. He picked it up and placed it under her tongue. She didn't fight him.
"Speak," he commanded.
"Yes, Master?" Her voice sounded human. Ron couldn't help but be amazed this was actually working.
"Perfect. Do you know your mission?" he asked hoping the scroll had indeed given her the mission.
"Get close to Mr. Snape, seduce him, claim he hurt me, destroy his marriage," she recited. Ron smiled brighter. Soon Hermione would be his again.
"Perfect. Now, you'll be attending school with Snape's son, he'll be your way into the family. Make friends with him."
"Yes, Master."
"Now, I have everything you need for school. I've written some basic commands for spells on your scroll. Here, try to do magic," he stated handing her a wand he'd stolen from one of the graves ten years ago. He'd hidden most of the stolen items. Some he'd sold for money. He'd kept the wand never knowing when it might come in handy.
She waved it slightly. Ron watched as she tried and failed to do anything. He needed her to at least be able to fake magic.
"Try it again," he ordered. She did and failed.
"Useless, little piece of dirt!" She stood there as he yelled at her. Suddenly he smiled.
"Of course, I need to make you magic. Hold still." He pulled out his own wand and enchanted several items. Even though she looked human, felt human, she was still clay. He inserted the items in her chest.
"Now, do it." She waved the wand and managed to cast a few weak sparks. The charms he'd placed in her chest produced magic, magic that people would think was hers. He'd found someone that had managed to forge her a Hogwarts letter. He figured once he got her into the school things would work themselves out. He'd never heard of a student being expelled for being pathetic at magic.
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Othello Snape stared at the train.
"It is impressive, isn't it?"
"You'll be alright without me, mum?"
"Othello, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Enjoy school, and don't let your father give you too hard of a time. Hermione urged giving her son a smile. She wondered if Severus would ever retire from teaching potions, she hoped every year would be his last working at Hogwarts.
"Do you think the other kids will be nice?" Othello asked. He wasn't sure about making friends. He'd always been more interested in his books.
"I'm sure they will."
"But..."
"Othello, you'd better get going. You wouldn't want to be late." Othello nodded grabbing his trunk and heading toward the train. Hermione watched as he boarded and waved while the train chugged out sight. Once she was alone, Hermione sighed slightly in relief. Nothing had happened. She knew Ron had been released from Azkaban last year. So far, she hadn't seen him, or heard from him. She hoped he'd given up on her, on this whole nonsense, but she couldn't shake this feeling that something wasn't right. Without Othello being home, this was the first time since his release she was going to be alone. She kept her fingers curled around her wand as she made her way home. They'd sold the previous house, she couldn't even walk through the front door without having a panic attack.
Severus had offered her residence at Hogwarts with him, but she'd declined. It was bad enough for Othello Severus was still teaching. He didn't need both is parents there. She reached the house, let herself in, and set as many wards as she could think of. She'd talk to Ginny later, see if Ron had contacted her. Maybe she was just being paranoid. She really really hoped she was.
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Othello slid into the first compartment he found. He looked around, it was empty. He knew the other kids might make fun of him. He knew his father wasn't the most popular of professors. The door of the compartment slid open. A girl stumbled in nearly landing in his lap. Othello caught her.
"Hello?"
"I am sorry, sorry, so sorry," she babbled standing up. "The train started moving...I lost my footing. Can I sit?"
"Go ahead." Othello nodded to the empty compartment. The girl sank into one of the seats.
"I am Terra."
"Othello." Terra nodded her head.
"Nice to meet you," Terra stated. Othello pulled out his book watching the girl. She stared out the window.
"What are you reading?" she asked after a moment.
"Intro to transfiguration. I want to be ready for classes."
"I already read most my books," Terra said. "I had never thought about magic before I received my letter. Are you from a magic family?"
"Yes, you're muggle-born?"
"My father is not a wizard if that is what you mean."
"And you're mum?'
"I do not have a mum," Terra answered. Othello blinked at the strangeness of her statement but let it drop.
"Are you nervous?' Othello asked after a moment. "Or excited?"
"I...do not know, both I guess. What about you?"
"Same. I mean, I've grown up with magic my whole life, but being around other kids, classes, I'm nervous."
"About classes?"
"Partially yes. My father is one of the professors at Hogwarts. I worry the other kids will dislike me because of him," Othello admitted softly. Terra smiled.
"I do not dislike you."
"You haven't met my father yet."
"I will like you regardless. You are not him. It is starting to get dark out, Othello. Do you think that means we are almost there?"
"Yes, and thank you, Terra. We should get our robes on." The pair dressed quickly.
"What house do you think you will be in? I read about the houses in Hogwarts: A History. I bought the latest edition for researching before school started." Othello tried not to roll his eyes. His mum could quote that infernal book, and often did.
"My dad was in Slytherin and mum Gryffindor. But it doesn't mean I'll be in either of those houses. Which one are you hoping for?"
` "I don't know, I don't think I really belong in any of them. I'm not really anything, just me."
"I'm sure you'll belong where ever you're sorted. Looks like the train's stopping." Othello and Terra joined the rest of the students.
"Firs' yers!"
"That's Hagrid. He works as the grounds keeper and teaches care of magical creatures."
"Do you know everyone on staff?" Terra asked her brown eyes wide.
"Yes, don't worry, most of them are pretty nice," Othello stated with a smile. "Looks like we're getting into the boats. Here, let me help you." Terra took Othello's help.
"Thank you," she stated looking out over the lake. The castle slowly came into view.
"It's more amazing than I would have thought," she whispered. Othello nodded. He'd never seen the castle from the lake, in the dark. It was incredible.