It's been a while since I have written anything. I had an old account and well, wanted to have a new start with writing here. So, here we go, let's have a new story with a new profile. Let's go ahead and have a story that has been swirling in my mind for around a year or so.
I don't own the series, if I did, I would have millions of dollars and turned Big Ben into a Rocket to take me to my Lunar Base.
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Something inside of Julianna Gaunt broke a long time ago when she had married her cousin Marvolo Gaunt. It only became more fractured as she had to lay and carry his son, Morfin and came to a crescendo when she gave birth to their daughter, Merope.
Had she been even more fractured and downtrodden, she wouldn't have done anything when he said those words. Had she been beaten more and pushed down more, she wouldn't have objected to the plan.
But there was a small glimmer inside of her... A glimmer inside of Julianna that refused to bend, refused to break. A glimmer that refused to break and allow anything else to happen, the glimmer that made her make a single choice that would change everything from this point on.
Julianna murdered Marvolo Gaunt in the wee hours of the morning of Halloween, only hours after Merope was born. She had been weak, she hadn't her wand or much focus, but when Marvolo told her those words, something snapped.
He told her that since she gave him a boy and a girl, there was no need for a marriage deal with another family. Their family would stay pure.
She snapped.
The ferocity and protectiveness of a mother forced her body to react, a wandless and wordless Avada sent at him in a moment was all that happened. Her choice was made in a split second, but it was one she didn't regret. She blearily blinked, one moment she had been staring hatefully at him then the next, he was...
Julianna did not cry, she always knew in the darkest parts of her mind and body that she hated Marvolo. Now, she wanted to destroy not just him, but everything he loved. And what did he love?
His oh so "pure" blood line.
She will destroy it, she will raise her children to be honest, hard working people. She will not fill their heads with stories of how pure and wonderful they are for being Slyhterin's heirs, she will humble them, she will make them see reason, she will make them hate and destroy everything her damn cousin and family treasured so dearly!
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She had forced herself to get up only days after the birth, strapping her newborn daughter to her back and having her three year old son to stay in the house and clean. She knew the body was beginning to stink and having that thing in the house would get her children sick.
Not having enough magic in her yet to levitate the body, she dragged the thing into the nearby forest during the night and found the deepest parts of a river. She rolled the body closer to the river, eventually kicking it in and allowing it to either float or sink, she didn't care. All the while, she had brought out a basket of liquor bottles, depositing them along the path, doing her best to make this all look like an accident.
She always did hate liquor. It was so expensive and for what? A bottle the size of her forearm with only so much liquid inside? To get piss drunk with enough for what? A day? She could have used that money to replace the drapes, get a new quilt, maybe some shoes for Morfin? But no, Marvolo had to have his damn drinks so he could spew about their damn lineage and feel oh so superior in their hovel of a cottage on land that was only half the size of what it used to be.
She started to laugh to herself, finding the whole situation hilarious! How funny it is that he's floating in the river now, to be picked up later and classified forever as a waterlogged drunk!
"Where did your superior blood get you, Marvolo!?" She would scream out to the sky in the forest that day, laughter bubbling to the surface, a wide grin across her face. "It got you nowhere! No where! Nooooooooooo where!"
She would glide home, murmuring to herself, sometimes laughing in bouts as she would curse his name, curse everything he ever wanted, cursing everything he held dear.
"You're just a damn log, a log floating in the water. I don't see a pure wizard! I see a dead man! Dead, dead, dead man!" Another giggle as she got closer to home.
What to do now? She had herself, a wand, her children and land. They made money by selling her vegetables in town, but most of that money went to his damn drinks... But maybe now she could save more, use it better. He wanted to sell more land to the thrice damned Riddles so he could have massive amounts of drink, but no... No, no.
No, that isn't what she wanted to do.
She's on rock bottom, the lowest any pureblood family could fall. There was nowhere else she could go with the Gaunt name.
Nowhere else but up.
And that is exactly what she is going to do.