Veracity
How she beganA small woman with dark hair and skin sat with her young daughter in her arms. Across from her was her husband, she hated what she had to do but, it wasn't something other women in her family would have done. She looked at the sandy haired man, he was taller than her and much larger. Her little girl's name was something that she thought was important. Veracity was a synonym for truth.
"William, I'm sorry. This isn't working out. Veracity needs to grow up in an environment that will lend to her being different and I have a job offer. I'm leaving you and my things will be gone by tomorrow night. You'll see your daughter once a year because, according to the muggle world neither of us actually exist, I should have told you earlier but I couldn't. Good bye Will," the woman told the man, tears in her eyes as she looked at her small daughter. She stood up grabbing a suit case and puffing out of the room. The man wept as he watched his two loves leave.
The small woman appeared in an office, it was a bad time but the school was still a safe place to go. She saw the headmaster she had gone to school with sitting at the desk waiting for her.
"Mindy, I see that you've decided to take the post as a teaching assistant for Professor McGonagall. Now, who is that little one in your arms?" he asked her walking forward to get a better look at the little one. He put his arms out asking to hold her.
"This is Veracity Elm, my shred of truth in this world. I didn't want to leave her alone with William in a muggle home, she already has some magic in her that's showing up in small ways," the woman told him looking down at her little girl with pride. Her child was handed back to her without any hesitance.
"You're lucky that you realized your mistake before things went too far. She's beautiful."
The woman smiled at her daughter again, "I know she is."
Two Years later
"Mama, can I ride a broom?" a small girl, tiny for even her young age, asked with her hair flying all over the place.
"Of course Vera, let's go see Madame Hooch about you getting some lessons," her mother told her taking the small hand. The girl walked with her singing a song about flowers growing in spring that Hagred had taught her. They reached the quidich field; it was empty of the usual students due to the summer that the teachers were enjoying. As she had expected the teacher that she was looking for was on the pitch, making sure her domain was spotless.
"Hooch, Hooch!" the little one screamed upon seeing her. The woman turned to see the girl shaking off her mother's hand and running to her. "I want to ride too. Please?" she asked looking pitiful and adorable.
"I tried to stop her Madam Hooch but, you know Vera. Would you be willing to teach her the basics?" the woman asked. There was a tense moment as she thought about it.
"I know she'll just come here late at night and try to teach herself if I don't want her to get hurt. Vera, come here!" Madam Hooch told the little girl, she walked over, standing beside the small girl.
"Say in a firm voice UP!" she ordered. The small girl nodded.
"Up," her voice sure and strong called out. The broom came into her hands and she smiled at the teacher. There was a sharp nod of approval.
"Now sit sideways on it, you're not big enough to ride it normally yet," the girl was told, she nodded sitting as she was told. "Now push off and hover for a moment," the woman told her, no time being wasted. The girl did an awkward push off hovering for a moment. She stayed hovering for more than just a moment before leaning forward and moving a bit giggling.
"Very good, now lean it up and get a bit more height," the woman coaxed. The girl did what she was told to get a bit higher while leaning forward slowly. By the end of the hour she was riding with the glee that few children got to experience at her age.
Three Years Later
A small girl, she was about six but looked like she could be younger. Her hair was a long mass of curls much like her mother's. She sat with a large book on her lap as several spells and potions were mixed together for some experiment. The girl was not at all fazed by anything until fire erupted and her mother was gone.
"Mama, where are you?" she asked looking around. She understood it was unlikely that she would be able to see her but there was always hope. "Acio Mama!" she called swishing her wand as she had been taught. There was no reaction. She tried again before knowing that there was no way things would be fixed if her mama was dead.
"My mama had a problem with the experiment, she's gone," she told the first person she found. She was still dragging the broom that she never went anywhere without as she told them this. The people who saw her were shocked at her calmness. They rushed to the room that her mother had been in and seeing nothing they turned to each other. The girl walked to what her mother had been mixing before letting only three tears fall. The girl stood up looking at them with no fear.
"I know I have a father, am I going to go with him now that Mama is gone? Can I stay here instead?" the small girl asked, the others looked at each other; her father would be coming in a few days with the students. They had no choice; she had to go with him to the muggle world. Her body held no emotion.
"Vera, we're sorry, you can't stay here unless your father sends you back," she was told. She ran as fast as she could to the rooms that she had shared with her mother. It took three teachers to get her out days later.
