A cold wind blew, rustling the leaves of the trees and bushes surrounding the small cabin. A shadow emerged through the doorway cloaked by the darkness provided by the new moon. Olivia looked back at her home of thirty years one last time before mounting her broom and lifting off. The house was empty with only the larger pieces of furniture remaining. Well that and a corpse that would lead all to believe she had died. The rest of her possessions rested securely on her shoulders in her enchanted bag.
Apparition would be the quicker mode of escape but it was far too risky in her condition. The baby could be harmed. A tear fell to the earth as she thought of how Salizar would never know that she would one day soon give birth to his child. That was how it had to be though. She would not let him force his prejudiced views on the babe. Before speeding off she looked back one last time lifting her wand. " Incendio" with that the cabin erupted in flames that would destroy everything before the authorities could even arrive.
London passed silently below as she flew toward Dublin. They would be safe in Dublin for near 11 years and by then she would have a plan as to where to go next for the child's education far from Hogwarts. Salizar would surely recognize his own child after all. If things went according to plan within a few years it would be as though the Blastiline name had always existed. As generations passed the family's history was passed off as a family myth instead of fact. After all, who wants to admit that they share a bloodline with one of the darkest wizard of the age' let alone farther down the line be connected to Lord Voldemort himself.