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April 2
He had been back three times, running non-stop, and sleeping a few hours; he could feel the time upon him. It was during this hop when he finally connected with her.
Broken heart
Today the stranger was on her mind, sadly the night with the stranger was always tied to Ron's heinous actions, but, mostly, to the thoughtless and careless words that he spoke, hurting Hugo so severely.
Since that time, Hugo no longer called him a father; his father became Ron to him, a name already used by the less forgiving Rose. She already knew about Ron's other witch, after seeing them together when visiting James. Granted, there hadn't been any improper behavior; nevertheless, James and Rose observed and knew. Since Harry wasn't at home, it had roused their suspicions. She was aching for her children, wishing she could take their sorrow away.
He saw her, and she seemed broken but not sick, he hoped. He wondered why she seemed so very sad. Had someone died? Maybe her child, no fate couldn't be that cruel. He didn't want any harm come to her, and he wished he could shelter from all hurt.
Ha, what a hypocrite he was, he was the assassin, the one who would plunge the knife. But, no, not him, the other, the one he used to be.
How he wished the Vortex would allow him to stop himself; but would have he listened? He didn't think so, at that time jealousy had clouded his judgment. He would approach her and see if she would accept his company.
At the divorce, less than an hour before, Hermione had seen the Smith witch. She was pregnant, five months, nearly six; Smith was talking to Ginny about her pregnancy, and she heard them. Indeed, they were talking loud intentionally. Five, six months, what was the difference, yes, of course, now she knew, Ron had been with Smith for a while.
Ironic to think she had turned down Viktor when they made love before she married, "I could never do that to Ron, we were first friends and then lovers, and I wouldn't break one of my best friends' heart."
The memories made her ache. Ron had betrayed her. What made it worse was how he broke his children's hearts. Now she understood who were the children with untainted blood; her children were the ones. Furthermore, she thought of the pain that it would bring to her children, the day they would remember Ron's unconsciously pronounced words. Where had she gone wrong?
Surreptitiously, she dried a runaway tear out the corner of her eye. And she walked faster, not watching where she was going. She walked right on his direction, and a hard body stopped her.
She lifted her eyes, this wizard made her body aware, and she knew it, it was him.
Future Knocks.
She lifted her eyes, this wizard made her body aware; and she knew it, it was him. Ah, he had intercepted her, and right away, she was running away from him. He pursed his lips, and he wouldn't let her walk away without talking first.
He held her arm lightly, "Please let me explain." Explain what? If he voluntarily told her who he was, he would be stuck on this timeline, no chance to go forward, not on the same stream.
"Go ahead, explain, who are you? Normal magical beings don't glow, and they age, at least some."
His eyes lowered, what to say, I glow because my love for thee heightens my magic... because a climax that powerful, creates magic currents. No, not a good idea.
"Please let's find somewhere private; a place where we can talk." On his timeline, he had been with her just days before; his hands could still feel her body; and at once, he was ready for her.
Desire hit him on unrelenting waves, and he wanted to bend her like a barnyard beast and have her right there. He needed to be inside her, to feel her wet heat tight around his hardened cock. Then he would thrust hard and fast while looking at her sweet bottom. Stop it! He admonished himself.
The impact of his lust caught him unawares; it didn't matter, so he restrained his feelings with a supreme effort. His hand went to Hermione's face, and, gently, Salazar dried another tear on the corner of her eye with his fingertip. Then, he tucked a flyaway curl behind her ear, away from her face; and finally, his tenderness broke thru her shell.
"Your hair is your mother's color, and thou have your father's curls."
"No, both my parents had light-brown normal hair; neither had this crazy ugly mess."
His eyes opened in surprise then narrowed. Ah, the foul worm had made the witch sad. He wanted to harm him severely; Salazar wished to see the weasel scream in pain.
"You are beautiful; thine hair is the color of fall, the colors change with your feelings. As for the curls, every witch wants them; they are so expressive, they are all part of thy beauty. Thou is the most beautiful of witches. Thy mother is a real jewel, but nobody compares to you." Salazar meant each word.
He won her over, "I don't want to be seen, not sure." Hermione looked around nervously.
"At my ah, hotel, no, not to my room," he wished, "they have sitting rooms, just for guests, shall we?"
"I guess so, but only until 6:00, I must get my son; he is playing Quidditch."
They had a full tea service. Salazar loved the tea, but he found the cream tasteless, same with the butter, not fresh. He had asked for a private dining room, and the staff had smiled conspiratorially. It was the first time that their guest, of years, had made a request.
He was blessed with good looks, and his youth glamour was perfect. All the personnel admired him, and many wished for his attention; hence, everyone was gossiping. Although two of them had recognized Hermione, discretion was their business.
"You play it? I mean, Quidditch." His voice was husky, and his eyes caressed her face.
"No," she blushed, "I, ahem, I don't like heights..."
His eyebrows shot up, "Why?"
"Don't know. It is just so." Her cheeks burned up, his keen interest on her was disconcerting, not bad, just unsettling.
"May I?" He stretched his hand towards her.
"Do what?" She seemed apprehensive.
"May I peer? I'll not be intruding, so just hold my hand. No, no, don't be afraid I won't touch thee without your consent." He reassured her, his face naked without disguises, allowing her to see his real intent.
She nodded, but a gush of warmth ran out her body by just having her hand over his. It made her want him with an unexpected intensity.
He placed his hand over her forehead, touched it with his wand, and said, "Show us why you fear flying."
It was different from anything she had experienced before. Salazar saw her reaction and wondered if perhaps too much had been lost over the centuries, as a result of the Muggle persecutions.
They both saw a chubby toddler with a crown of curls, running and chasing a house cat. Both smiled at the little witch's giggles and her joy. Her parents laughed at her antics, but they were hazy on her memory, they could not see their faces well.
The cat jumped over several furniture pieces, up to a tall armoire. Baby Hermione called the cat, when it didn't come, with a twirl of her finger, she levitated to the cat.
Both were amazed at such an early display of magic; she was after all the child of a powerful magical couple. Unknown to both, the trip on the Vortex at birth had increased her potential considerably. But what was wrong with her magic now? They were about to find out.
She was walking on her short legs, just about to get the cat, when the parents who had caught up, stood watching terrified. They were seeing their precious child over the armoire and walking towards the cat.
Afraid, both screamed her name; startled, she stumbled and went down, much to her parents' horror. When she should have been dead, or at least badly broken, after falling over 2.5 meters, instead, she floated over a swirl of magic around her. It appeared to be the Vortex, Salazar thought so; and seconds late, a light arrow sprung out the Vortex disappearing inside her chest.
The mother lay on the floor out cold, the father shook his head, apparently all forgotten.
Salazar moved his hand away from her forehead, what? What did the Vortex have going with the witch; it had protected her, clearly; and it had also dampened her magic. The place the arrow had entered was close to where the curse might have already come into her body so that he couldn't touch it. He was afraid of activating the curse.
He had a glimmer of hope, but thinking of all her sorrows, he doubted that the Vortex was still helping. Frustrated, he touched the stone he carried with him, wishing for answers.
Hermione's face was delighted, "What a sweet little witch, but I didn't look much like Rose," she smiled happily. "I could make myself fly, so what happened to me, was it that light arrow? If so, where did it come from?"
He was going to watch what he was saying, but they had to talk. "I cannot tell you much, other than you were adopted, but you know that, already. Albeit I know your real parents, I cannot tell you who they are."
Hermione's hand was still over his, Salazar was aware and hoping that she wouldn't move it. Just this touch, fueled his desire, and threatened to impair his judgment. Lust ran along his body, he was a mass of raw nerves.
"Are you an alien?" Hermione asked.
"What is that?"
"From another world." She smiled at his confused face.
"We all were, we came with many others during the Exodus."
"What are you saying?" Hermione appeared confused at his anwer.
Now he was surprised, "You didn't know? Perhaps, you all lost the knowledge thru time." He looked at her, lovingly, "I do love you and don't want you to be sad."
At hearing this, she broke in sobs, though not used to female tears, he just sat still until he saw the opportunity. He acted swiftly moving next to her, then, he reached and sat her on his lap.
She let him, feeling so desperately lonely and in pain, who knew and who cared? What if he were an alien, or a cult member, or insane…who knew? Was he a time traveler? It didn't matter. All that matter was feeling as if she were someone special to him; she felt cherished, and it soothed her injured soul.
He whispered and rubbed her back as the mothers' would do with their children.
"What ails thee, why so much sorrow?"
"He...Ron…he, he...called me, and my children tainted. Hugo, my son, heard him when he said that we were, were… Mud…" the sobs cut her sentences in two.
"No, shh, he is a son of a whore…pardon me, my lady, he, err, I guess thy man." He would not say the word husband; it just wouldn't come out; it stuck to his throat. The idea of the vile worm married to her, made his insides hurt.
She nodded while sobs wracked her body, and her pain made Salazar angry. Albeit he wanted to find Ron and kill him, he would never take a life in anger, besides the death might anchor him to this time. Later, he would realize that he'd murdered her when angry, he had killed her with the curse.
"He divorced me, you know broke our vows, that hurts. Today, I saw his lover, she is five months pregnant."
He looked blank, "With child...almost six months," she cried more. He was my friend," her voice faltered with a repressed sob. The betrayal of her longtime friend hurt her the most.
In the end, Salazar would hurt the bastard, he knew it. Best of all, what a surprise the worm would have once he found out who Hermione was; perhaps that would be the best punishment.
He thought of sending Anok with her, but the witch wouldn't be able to communicate with it.
She had stopped crying and now rested her head on his chest. Awareness of her desirable body made his cock throb against him. She also felt him under her and brought back the night's memory, making her mouth dry.
"Kiss me," she said, and firmly, and with intent, she moved over his aroused sex. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to scare her. The pressure and friction brought such pleasure, gods; now, all he wanted was to be naked and feel her against him. Salazar was certain that she could feel his body trembling, but he was barely in control.
"Is this what thou wants my beloved?" He whispered, his voice a breathy caress.
She nodded slowly, no longer caring, all she wanted was to be held by this wizard, by this Lazarus. It no longer mattered who he was. Anyway, this had to be the last time. It had to be since she still didn't know anything about him.
"Yes, oh yes, yes my witch." Salazar whispered, all he had ever wanted was this witch.
Vortex watched with great interest, albeit not confident of the strange sense of expectation this encounter was eliciting. Vortex couldn't recall this type of feeling ever before. For a second, Vortex thought of not being present but quickly dismissed the idea. It could be in a million places, visiting times across the continuum, and other things such as doing the job expected of It, but no, It wanted to see why the two behaved so; at least that was the logical explanation; mostly because others must have done the same but it had never seemed worthwhile to watch it.
The one who watched Vortex snickered knowingly, its boss was right; Vortex was getting caught in a net of its own, thus, the boss would be pleased. Now the watcher needed to be quiet before Vortex sensed it, but the need to snicker wouldn't go away. It needed to be cautious not to be heard by Vortex, so it could continue watching the mighty Vortex walking into his own trap; it was most satisfactory.
A/N So Vortex the time traveling entity had its own spy, it is also being watched by a small creature sent by the boss, whoever that is. Salazar is in a quandary, but he also created it himself. Some of you have commented how much they dislike Ron, Ginny and Molly here. I do as well. Unfortunately, their personalities and their actions, are based on situations I have witnessed. Mean and thoughtless people are everywhere, if we are lucky we won't meet many of them. Ron is mostly an idiot, being led and influenced by Ginny. Let's us wait and see.
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