A/n Two short chapters today
Disclosure: Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux
Salazar The Jilted Suitor
Salazar Slytherin had come back from the continent. He was told that young wife had died giving birth, and the grandparents had already taken the heir away. He ran back to Hogwarts, to ask Rowena to marry him. He was ecstatic with joy, he had the present for Rowena, right on his pouch, a jewel worthy of her.
He was playing dirty this time, and he touched the ring he bought in Rome. It was made by Muggles and with a flick of a finger would dispense drops of poison, in his case, a potent love potion, that it would last long enough to have her marry him. He was done playing the suitor, to hell with fairness.
"Has anyone seen Mistress Rowena?" He asked everyone, and nobody answered. It was unsettling how everyone avoided him.
He went by Gryffindor's rooms and couldn't find him. He found out that his wife had died months ago, nearly the day he left on his travels. He remembered his anger after Rowena's last rejection. He'd already worried before when Godric's wife had been ill. At the time, the idea that Godric would be free to pursue Rowena, filled him with rage. He'd wanted Rowena since they were nearly children, and, now, it was his turn.
A bad feeling soured his gut, so he went to where he hid the stone to open the Time Vortex; it wasn't there, so he screamed angrily. He Apparated at the time room and found the stone.
He looked, the Vortex was open.
When he roared in anger, the Vortex experienced something similar to glee, or close to it. What a foolish, blind wizard, what did he expect? A rival couldn't fight against the one thing, love; and It's latest riders were tightly joined by their mutual love. It was going to show this nasty human a lesson or two.
Salazar was an angry force. What to do? He went to look for his manuscripts and ran his calculations. After several days, he figured out that they were incomplete; his one tracking option was already spent when he had sent the curse across the Vortex.
He needed to investigate throughout the eras, and it might not be an easy task. However, he needed to make sure that the daughter was killed by the curse. Without her, Rowena would not want to stay and would come back. He would convince her to wear the ring, and she would be his.
At Mungo's
At Mungo's, Rowena and Godric saw a ginger hair wizard, the children's exact hair color; he was talking to a witch that looked like him.
"I have her testament, which she hadn't changed. I get all the vault and the Galleons, but on the children's names. I need to get in to see her and change it. There are 600,000 Galleons left on her account; with it, we can build a bigger house, buy a couple Muggle cars to modify, and jewels for An..." The wizard was saying.
Godric saw red, he'd recognized him, it was a double of the weasel, one of his servants, was he the husband? The worm wanted the children's gold and for what?
They saw the pregnant witch, a Smith, the same pinched face, kissing him? Why, how? Ah, the second wife was the descendant of a minor baron. The same look, and wait, was she petty and jealous? He had exchanged their child when his magic was a shadow of hers, for that, for a bag of bones with beady eyes?
Godric approached them. Ron felt uncomfortable, he had seen those eyes and the angry hair before, a head full of very angry locks. He wanted to lower his head in this wizard's presence, Ginny was already in a deep curtsy taught by Molly, for her to use as the wife of a Lord. It was all commonplace for the couple, it was something in their magic, even Muggle nobles did the same, it happened to Salazar, and to a few more if them like the Prince, the Blacks, and, yes the Malfeu. Others just bowed to them, and some went on their knees, it was what it was.
Ron's eyes opened widely; the magic coming out this wizard younger than him was incredible and awe-inspiring. He looked mad as hell, it showed; but the witch's anger seemed quiet, yet deadly.
"Is thy name the weasel?" His accent, the equivalent made by the translation charm, was clipped and what others perceived as stuffy.
"I beg your pardon, the last name is Weasley," Ginny answered haughtily.
Gryffindor's head turned toward her as if he were a bird of prey, "Who talked to thee?"
His eyes scared her, yet, she retorted, "I am Lady Potter."
"A Lady," he appraised with a slightly raised eyebrow and pointed at her necklace, "indeed, and who was the fool to put pearls on a swine?"
After listening to the speech spoken around him, he invoked a speech spell. The spell would modify his vocabulary and adjust it to the new words.
Ginny turned bright red. Ron's wife had walked away avoiding the wizard.
"Weasel, I heard your talk about the dying lady, my daug...err, my sister. Yes, my sister, and you shall not take a grain of gold belonging to her." He grabbed his arm for a second, and what he saw inside, angered him beyond words.
Godric was readying to cast an Unforgivable on Ron when Rowena came out of the shadows and touched his hand.
They were all speechless, Hermione was well and had changed her hair, and it looked good.
''I saw you minutes ago in bed, how? Are you going to a costume ball?" Ron asked.
His eyes shone with lust, she looked so hot tonight...no, he was no longer with her...his now wife was nothing compared to Hermione; what had he been thinking about?
He looked at his wife's haughty, pinched face, and no curves, why was that? Ah, according to Ginny curves were out, rail-thin was the thing. He was not convinced, and he decided that he would get her back. As his lover, yes, she was crazy for him.
He looked at her with knowing eyes, remembering his prick inside of her, and her face, not so long ago, naughty or in ecstasies, when had it all gone wrong and why? When he decided to listen to the Weasley witches. Why did he do it? Particularly after he had taken her from all the competition; yes, he took her from Harry, Viktor, Mac Laggen, from all. Ah, aha, yeah, she was his. He smiled smugly.
"I asked, how are you here and not in the bed, and are you going to a costume ball?"
"I don't know what you are saying," and softer, "Godr...stop that, put the wand away."
"My dear, You are our witch to him, the swine; he is lusting after you, just as the insolent Weasel."
Her face, their daughter had her face; after hearing that, her heart ached, "No fighting, we came to see her. "
"I am her half-sister, we were far, far away." And in a whisper, "Let's go and leave these creatures for later, there will be enough time to punish them."
Gryffindor still wanted to hurt this arse and his sister, they had destroyed their child's heart.
His fault for not having the guts to leave Gurundia the shrew, he'd regretted every time that he'd tupped her; he'd been unable to recognize all the potions hidden in Helga's delicious cooking. Her children were no better, weak like her. Helga was at fault for forcing the marriageā¦no, not Helga, it was he who had made a choice... Hopefully, Rowena would one day accept him back into her arms and onto her bed. He'd missed her every day of every year; and couldn't wait to be in her good graces.
They both turned around, but Gryffindor stopped and faced Ron, he looked at him with contempt, "Thanks to our Lord above that she is no longer with a weasel or a relative of the beer-wench." Godric said rather loudly, so Rowena covered her mouth to hide a smile.
Godric decided to punish them. Ron was about to answer but found his voice gone, Ginny had just made the same discovery. Neither would be able to speak, write, or communicate in any way, for 21 weeks, an arbitrary number, and their magic would be gone for 365 days. And that was the beginning, more would come, he would think about it.
Realistically, it wouldn't be a good idea, a couple days would be enough, maybe. As for their magic, let it be quirky and unpredictable, yes, that was better. Let them have a taste of what waited for them.
The Daughter
Godric and Rowena, stood at the door of Hermione's room, both impressed by the advanced healing in place. Their daughter was connected to incredible machines; they have found her.
Their baby, they were looking at their child, and emotion shook them. Hence, they started to run to her bedside when they saw three tall wizards sitting keeping vigil around her. They were guarding their daughter, three fierce knights protecting her. They stood at once and surrounded the bed in one fluid movement. They were trained warriors. Each one of them held their wands, ready to use it if they deemed it necessary.
"Stop right there," the three said in unison. The dark warrior added, "Do it right now if you value your life."
Vortex watched mesmerized, not so certain that It liked the witch laying there helpless and dying. Not for the first time, It questioned if It had let it go too far. A small flying creature that looked like a tiny dragon, observed Vortex as it was its duty; it knew to be quiet so Vortex wouldn't see it; Vortex didn't like spies.
a/n Hmm.
