The village of little whinging.
Dursley residents number 4 Privet Drive.
The backyard garden.
"It sure is hot today." Absentmindedly thought an eight-year-old Violet Potter as she tended to the Dursley's garden. Though secretly Violet had come to view the garden that had won the annual best garden of the year award three times in a row as her garden rather than the Dursley's. Why shouldn't she, after all, it was she who slaved away day after day taking care of the various plants that called the garden home. Feeding them, making sure that they have plenty of water and removing any weeds that had tried taking root within the small but still breathtaking garden that Violet had painstakingly worked for the past three years to create.
"I wonder when Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley will return from the amusement park?" Violet sighed sadly as the memory of her horrible relatives, leaving her behind to work in the garden while they went off to an amusement park to have fun. It was properly for the best though seeing as Dudley would have most likely tried to terrorise her throughout the entire time at the park if she had gone with the Dursley's. Besides Violet would rather spend her day tending to the garden she lovingly cared for then spend even a single second of it with the Dursley's who seemed to be unhealthily obsessed with being seen as usual by British society.
"They've been gone for two hours now, so they properly won't be back for another two or three depending on if Dudley doesn't cause any trouble at the amusement park." Violet thought before dismissing the Dursley's from her mind as she had much more important things to worry about like making sure that no vile weeds sneak into the garden. The rose bushes trimmed correctly that every plant is appropriately watered and given the right amount of compost so that they had enough nutrients to stay healthy and strong.
An hour swiftly past as Violet quietly tended to her garden removing weeds or anything else that was harmful to the plants while occasionally watering them with a small elephant-shaped watering can. Though unbeknownst to the last remaining potter a life-changing event was soon about to take place within the haven of plants that she so loved.
"Here Mr rosebush have some nice cool water." Gently whispered Violet pouring some fresh cold water upon the beautiful red roses. While being completely unaware of a pug-faced women around Petunia's age sneaking into the garden carrying two bags filled with special chemicals that were designed to kill off any type of plant at an alarming rate. It also didn't take the intruding women long to realise that Violet was in the garden.
"Damnit it's Petunia's little hooligan of a niece." Angrily whispered Keri Southgate. A-thirty-seven-year-old women with dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes. She was also wearing a light blue summer dress and a matching pair of sandals.
"I've got to get rid of the brat." Thought Keri while gently putting down the bags she was carrying so as to not alert Violet to her presence. "But how?" She scanned the garden for anything of use and much to her delight there was an old brick laying nearby. "Perfect." With a nasty sneer the blonde-haired women picked up the brick, once she had the blunt object in hand, she quietly preceded to creep up behind the unsuspecting Violet. The latter had switched to watering another type of plant completely unaware of the vile women coming towards her.
"Easy, easy now." Keri crept closer her hand tightening around the old brick. "Almost there." The blonde was almost within striking distance just a few more steps were all that was needed in order for Keri to violently hit Violet over the head with the old brick. Unfortunately for Keri, she had forgotten that the sun was shining high above the garden which allowed shadows to be more easily cast within the small area more specifically her own which stretched until it bathed the little girl in the darkness.
"Hum that's strange," Keri tensed as the little brat looked up towards the sky. "I thought that the weatherman said that it will be sunny all day long?" Knowing that she didn't have long to act. Keri lunged at Violet who had only enough time to turn around and stare in shock and terror at Keri before having the old brick slammed violently upon her skull. Which sent the poor girl tumbling unconsciously to the ground while her attacker stood triumphantly above her unmoving form.
"Huh take that you dumb brat." Panted Keri as she stared at the unconscious form of Violet who had a small trickle of blood flowing down from her crimson locks that she had inherited from her mother. "Now its time to do what I came here for." Turning away from the unconscious Violet, Keri marched away only to return a moment later with the two bags of plant destroying chemicals.
"With this I can finally defeat Petunia in the annual best garden of the year awards." An angry snarl was upon her face as Keri remembered every single time that Petunia would brag about having the best garden in the whole neighbourhood. Whenever the local women all gathered together for a tea party. The mother of Dudley had been so smug about winning the competition for three years now, always saying that no other garden could ever compete with her own. Well, Keri was going to burst Petunia's bobble and show that stuck-up bitch that she wasn't as great as she thought she was.
An evil snicker left Keri's lips while she began to open the first bag the contents within smelled afoul. But the vile women just ignored the smell as she uncaringly dumped the whole bag's contents onto the plants that Violet had sent the last three years caring for with all of the love within her young heart. The vile women didn't stop there as she swiftly proceeded to dump the other bag onto another part of the garden. Which so happened to contain the red roses which had always been Violet's pride and joy though now they were soon going to wither and die thanks to the deadly chemicals that Keri had just dumped upon them.
"Well, that takes care of that problem." Smugly stated Keri, who turned to leave the garden only to pause at the sight of the conscious Violet that lay unmoving upon the grassy ground. A sickening feeling of dread quickly wormed its way into her gut as Keri realised that Violet couldn't be allowed to live. The little girl had seen Keri's face, and if the brat told Petunia what had happened here, then there was a high chance that the horse-faced bitch would either call the police to have her arrested or use this incident to blackmail her an outcome that Keri wanted to avoid at all costs.
Keri's face morphed into one of dark determination. Quickly retrieving the old brick from the ground, the pug-faced women walked over to the downed eight-year-old with murderous intension clearly shining within her blue eyes.
"Sorry brat," thought Keri who actually wasn't sorry in the least about what she was about to do to the child laying defencelessly upon the grassy ground of the garden. "Its either you or me and I chose me." With an evil sneer, Keri lifted the brick high above ready to smash little Violet's skull into blood-stained pieces.
"Ouch, why does my head hurt." Groggily thought Violet as she opened her killing curse green eyes. Though once she saw the ugly blonde women standing above her with a slightly bloody brick in hand, Violet tried to do what any child would do when faced with a dangerous situation she opened her mouth to try screaming for help. Unfortunately Violet never got the chance to scream as Keri swiftly preceded to violently smash the brick repeatedly upon the fragile child's skull and after thirty seconds of having her head hit over and over again did the violence stop. With Violet left beaten and bloody upon the ground barely clinging onto life.
"Ha, ha, ha, I guess that this is the end." Despairingly thought the slowly dying child, who with the last of her strength managed to turn her body over so that she was facing the many plants that she has taken care of for over the past three years. "At least I can see the roses one last time before I die." Releasing a sob of sorrow at unfair the situation was Violet stared at her roses which were already dying before her eyes. The little witch ignored that though as she just wanted to enjoy the beautiful red flowers one last time before the end.
"Welp mamma, papa I guess I'll be joining you now." Violet sadly sighed before coughing up some of her own blood while her killer sneaked away out of the garden leaving the little girl to die all alone.
It took approximately four more painful minutes before Violet Potter breathed her last breath. Her soul existing her broken and stained blood body to move onto its next great journey. Sadly it won't be until another two hours before her corpse is found by her. Aunt who fearing the reaction of the so-called freaks if they ever learned about the untimely death of their savour. So in order to avoid such an outcome Petunia had her husband secretly bury Violet within the garden right next to the roses that her niece loved after that had been done Petunia had quickly destroyed all evidence of the murder that had transpired within the garden. If anyone were to ask what had happened to her freaky niece Petunia would just say that the girl had ran away from home. Thus ended the life of Violet Potter murdered by a jealous woman and having it covered up by her horrible Aunt and Uncle.
Time skip one month after the death of Violet Potter.
The street that housed number 4 privet drive.
48 minutes past midnight.
"Ah what a lovely night to go for a moonlit walk." A bald man who appeared to be within his late nineties happily commented to himself while walking down the street that leads to number 4 privet drive. The unknown elderly gentlemen wore a richly decorated velvet tuxedo suit with matching dress shoes. There also was a laughing silver skull pined onto the suit where his heart was located. As for his face, the oddly dress gentlemen possessed an impressively long white beard that rivalled Dumbledore's plus an equally white curly moustache that was barely inches away from touching his wireframe spectacles. Which framed a bright pair of orange eyes that seemed to shine like the last image a person would see when the sun finally settles over the distant horizon.
This strange gentleman walking alone at such a late hour was Solomon. A ghost master who was visiting Little whinging after hearing a rumour from one of his many ghostly servants about there being a powerful ghost haunting the tiny village.
"Hum, the wild ghost is close now," thought Solomon as he strolled towards the Dursley residents a wordless tone leaving his pale lips as he sensed the high levels of plasm the unknown ghost was generating. "Well that sure is an impressive amount of plasm for a wild ghost to create." The ghost master released an impressed whistle. Whoever this ghost was, he or she must have scared the whole neighbourhood for quite some time in order to have gathered such a considerable amount of plasm. "At first, I was just doing this to kill time, but now I'm truly interested in meeting this ghost." With a jolly chuckle at the exciting discovery, Solomon moved down the street until he stood outside of the Dursley's home.
"My, my what an absolutely boring house," Solomon stared at number 4 privet drive which looked as bland and unoriginal as the other houses that lined the street. "Honestly sometimes it just baffles me how obsessive the humans can be when it comes to appearing by their society's standards as normal. When in truth, every single human being is unique and brings a new set of beliefs and ideas to the world." The ghost master sighed when he thought of the foolishness of humans before continuing his stroll towards where he sensed the wild ghost was located.
The Dursley's backyard garden.
"Hum, a garden? Not the strangest place that I've seen a ghost haunt," mused Solomon as he casually strolled into the garden while taking note of the lovely flowers and plants that decorated the backyard. "Maybe it's an earth or water elemental spirit since both types of ghosts love nature and are usually very powerful, especially when they are fettered to their own element." The ancient ghost master grinned at the thought since any elemental regardless of type was usually quite fun to meet and converse with. As they regardless of being recently born or having lived for untold millennia possessed great wisdom and could give a unique perspective of the world of the living as well as the dead.
"Well, regardless if the ghost haunting this garden is or isn't an elemental, it will still be fun talking to them." Releasing an amused chuckle at his own thoughts. Solomon decided to go meet the ghost and preceded to walk towards in his humble opinion a very lovely rose bush that was already blooming with its breathtaking flowers seemingly glowing within the moonlight.
"My, my what enchanting flowers," Solomon spoke out loud while kneeling down to take a better look at the roses. "Whoever grew these sure knew what they were doing." The compliment was genuine since having lived for untold millennia Solomon had taken up many different hobbies in an effort to drive away boredom with his favourite one being gardening. Thanks to that gardening hobby of his the ghost master could easily tell that every single plant within the garden was treated with love and care.
"Thank you." A soft voice belonging to a young girl echoed from behind Solomon. Though the ghost master had already known that someone was standing behind him thanks to his ghost sensing abilities.
"Your quite welcome child," gently whispered back Solomon as he returned to his original standing position. "You've grown a gorgeous garden and thus should be proud of it and the awe it inspires within the hearts of all those lucky enough to see it." He turned around to face the ghost haunting the village of Little whinging. His no longer beating heart tighten in sorrow as he gazed upon a little eight-year-old girl with crimson hair that shinned within the moonlight like the burning flames of a bonfire. Along with the enchanting green eyes that Solomon has ever seen, which reminded him of the killing curse that was used by the magical humans of the living world. As for clothes, the ghost master was inwardly enraged to see the poor child clothed in old and poorly maintained garments. That was obviously far too big for her tiny frame; indeed, it was a minor miracle that the clothes haven't come apart and fall off of the girl's body by now.
The most heart-wrenching thing about the girl's appearance though was the sickeningly green chain that was bond tightly to her right leg and attached to something buried within the ground. A sure sign that the child was a wild ghost that was unfortunately tethered to her place of death. Solomon had seen such things thousands of countless times in the past though seeing it never got any easier for the ancient ghost master especially when it happens to children who he always had a soft spot for within his ghostly heart.
"Little one If I may be so bold as to ask for your name?" Solomon gently requested keeping his voice as soft and none threatening as possible since he didn't want to frighten the child.
"Violet," softly answered the child who was adorably kicking away some dirt with her bare feet while keeping her head bowed bashfully. "Violet Potter." Solomon smiled, finding the name to be a rather lovely fit for the ghost child. As the violet flower symbolises innocence, modesty, faith, spirituality, mysticism, remembrance and his personal favourite symbolism true, everlasting love.
"Violet such a wonderful name for a beautiful maiden such as for yourself." The ghost master complimented earning a bashful smile in return from Violet, it was obvious to someone as old as Solomon that the child wasn't use to receiving genuine compliments from others. Which honestly didn't surprise him since from that he can tell from just a glance at the girl's state of dress and malnourished figure that Violet hadn't been properly taken care of when she had been among the living. Which enraged Solomon to no end as children were meant to be protected from harm and not be abused or neglected by their caregivers.
"Little one," began Solomon while keeping tight hold upon his slowly growing rage. "If it isn't too painful, may I inquire as to how you died?" The ancient ghost master knew that he was treading dangerous waters by asking Violet how she had past on from the living world. Since most ghosts children were usually traumatised by the experience and would do almost anything to avoid talking about it. Though thankfully, it would seem that little Violet wasn't one of them as the crimson-haired girl gently nodded her head before telling Solomon the story of how she had passed away. It went without saying that Solomon was beyond furious when Violet was finally done recounting the events that lead to her untimely death. Thankfully he had enough control over his emotions to not allow the fury he was feeling to show upon his face lest he scar poor Violet who has already suffered much during her short time as living human.
"I see what a sad tale." Mournfully said Solomon while pulling Violet into a comforting hug and the young spirit gladly return it which made his old heartache with sadness because this girl was so badly treated by her relatives that she would happily accept affection from a complete stranger.
"This poor girl doesn't deserve to be trapped here," thought Solomon while determination rapidly filling his heart. "She deserves a place to be loved and taken care of, surrounded by family and loved ones." The ghost master knew what he had to do now He would free Violet from the chain binding her to this cursed place and bring her to his home after all the castle of the divine spirit had plenty of free rooms which could comfortably house the young ghost child. Plus Solomon did always want a grandchild to spoil rotten and now was the perfect chance to gain one. However, he would first have convince little Violet to come with him though from what she had told him about her life so far it wouldn't take that much effect to persuade her to go with him to live at his castle within the spirit realm.
"Violet," began Solomon while gently moving the ghost girl away from him so that he could stare directly into her killing curse green eyes. "I know that what I'm about to ask you is sudden, but would you like to come live with me as my granddaughter?"
Violet's eyes widen shocked that anyone would want her to actually live with them. "Really?" She stared at the ground, a small, sad frown upon her face. "You want me to live with you even knowing that I'm a freak."
"Your no freak, dear Violet," Solomon strongly objected. At the same time, his rage towards the Dursley's grew ever stronger at witnessing what their abuse and neglectful treatment of Violet had done to the poor girl's self-image. Which was one of the first things that he was going to correct once he convinced Violet to accept his offer of family and companionship. "You are a clever and wonderful child who has been dealt a bad hand in life. I wish to make better if you let me." The sincerity within his tone caused Violet to gazed upon Solomon with awe as no one had ever wanted to help her and after giving it a moment of thought, the dead witch gave her answer.
"Okay, I'll go live with you as you're granddaughter," Violet resolvedly told Solomon fully accepting his offer. "Though I'm kind of stuck here thanks to this chain." She pointed down towards the sickeningly green chain that binds her to the garden preventing her spirit from leaving number 4 privet drive.
Solomon smiled reasuredly at his newly gained granddaughter. "There's no need to worry about the chain, my dear," he reached out with his aged hand so that he could gently pat Violet's head in a sign of comfort. "I can take care of that problem rather easily." Which was true since all he needed to unchain Violet from her prison was to help her finish whatever unfinished business that was binding her the garden. "Though in order for me to help you, Violet. You must tell me if there is anything that you regretted not doing when you were alive."
"Any regrets?" Asked Violet gaining a nod in response from her grandfather. "Well," she turned towards the rose bush with a hint of longing upon her young face. "The only regret I actually have is not getting the chance to water my plants one last time." Violet feeling embarrassed about her only real regret blushed a bright red while shyly glancing at Solomon. "It must sound silly to you, huh to have such a thing as wanting to water plants and flowers as my regret?"
Solomon smiled reassuringly at Violet while placing a combating hand upon her shoulder. "Not at all, my dear Violet," the ghost master told his granddaughter. "After all, we ghosts, much like our living counterparts are complex and unique creatures with our own wants and desires. So if wanting to water these beautiful flowers one last time is your regret then I'll do everything within my power to make it happen." He removed his hand from Violet's shoulder, ignoring the awed look that she was sending him while swiftly thinking up a plan to satisfy the regret that bond Violet to the garden.
"Now then my cutie grandchild," said Solomon causing Violet to blush even more and shyly look away from her grandfather. "Let's see about setting you free from your bindings shall we." He elegantly twirled his hand through the air, causing an old leather-bound book to appear. Which was locked by so many chains and complicated locks that even the best wizard curse breaker or locksmith would have found it impossible to open the book without Solomon's help. "Though for my plan to work, I'll first need to teach you a little ghost skill." With a wave of his withered hand, the old book's locks and chains became undone then without him needing to do anything the book opened itself flipping pages until it came to the one that contains the skill that the ghost master needed to teach Violet.
"What skill would that be grandfather?" Curiously questioned Violet, who was trying to sneak a peek inside of Solomon's book. Though much to her frustration the young spirit couldn't see anything since her grandfather was far taller than her and after a moment of futilely trying to look inside the book Violet gave up with an annoyed huff much to the personal amusement of Solomon. Since he had purposely kept the book just out of witch spirit's reach having wanted to see just how long his cutie little granddaughter would try stealing a look into his ghostly grimoire which was an item he used to summon his ghost servants and sometimes teach them new skills or powers.
"Its one of the most important skills any ghost should know Violet," he smiled down at her while also reading the instructions to how to properly teach someone the skill in question. "The skill is called possession, and it is the key to unlocking that chain around your leg." He gestured towards the chain that rattled every time Violet move around the garden.
The idea of freedom made Violet's green eyes brighten up, making them almost appear like twin stars much like the ones that shinned throughout the heavens above. "Then what are you waiting for hurry up and start teaching me." Childishly demanded Violet while jumping on the spot, her eagerness to learn caused Solomon to laugh heartily at his granddaughter's antics.
"Very well then let's get started." Joyfully replied Solomon gaining a nod of agreement from his granddaughter and with that the ghost master started teaching Violet how to possess people. The lesson went on for a while, but by the time he was done, Solomon was quite sure that Violet was ready to help enact his plan. Which would set her free from the garden and allow her to return with him to Divine spirit castle where he would spoil Violet rotten and show her the love that she so rightfully deserves.
The Dursley residents Vernon and Petunia Dursley's bedroom.
The last month had been rather stressful for the two elder Dursley's. As they had been doing everything within their power to erase everything related with Violet from existence. Vernon had burned all her possessions and destroyed anything incriminating underneath the stairs. While Petunia did her best to spread rumours that her niece had simply run away from home. And that the police were still looking for her when in truth Violet's vile Aunt never even called the police and was just saying bullshit until the whole event surrounding Violet's disappearance was forgotten by the entire neighbourhood.
Though tonight both currently sleeping Dursley's were about to receive their rightful punishment courtesy of one furious ghost master.
"Crash, smash, boom!"
The distant sounds of multiple items breaking caused the two elder Dursley's to awaken from their peaceful slumber.
"Vernon, what was that?" Petunia nervously asked her groggily awakened husband while clenching their shared bedroom blanket closely to her chest. A frightful expression was etched upon her horse-like face while Vernon carefully removed himself from the bed.
"I don't know Petunia dear," whispered Vernon as he quickly slipped into a black bathrobe and a pair of bight blue slippers. "But whatever that sound was it sounded like it was coming from the living-room." The fat walrus of a man deduced whilst grabbing ahold of a metal baseball bat that had been resting near the foot of the bed. "It might possibly be some hooligan trying to break into our house and steal our possessions," Vernon told his wife while his eyes seemed to be burning with untold amounts of rage at the thought of someone trying to steal from him and his family.
At the mention of a possible thief trying to steal from their home Petunia's face morphed into a frightened appearance. "A thief? Oh, Vernon should we call the police?" The horse face women asked her fat walrus of a husband while getting out of bed.
"Pet, we both know that the police are basically useless." Vernon quietly replied to his wife whilst opening their bedroom door reviling an empty hallway which leads to the stairs and their son Dudley's room. "After all if they were competent then they would have easily found that freakish girl's rotting corpse that we buried out in the garden." Vernon's lips twisted into a cruel smile as he happily recalled how easy it had been to fool the local police into believing that his freak of a niece had simply run away from home.
"You're right Vernon dear those police officers are indeed useless." Agreed Petunia as she followed her husband out into the hallway. "They can't even stop those hooligans that regularly terrorise our neighbourhood." Criticised the horse-faced women who was purposely ignoring the fact that it was her own beloved son Dudley who was the leader of those very same group of hooligans that she had just been complaining about to her husband.
Vernon grunted in agreement sharing in his wife's hypocrisy. Whilst quietly as his fat body granted him walked down the stairs his trusty baseball bat raised high into the air ready to strike at anyone or anything that might be waiting for him and his wife at the bottom of the stairs. Though once the elder Dursley's had made it to the downstairs hallway, they were greeted with the unpleasant sight of their living-room being completely trashed. With the furniture thrown everywhere, the windows violently smashed apart leaving dangerous pieces of broken glass scattered randomly on the floor. The living-room carpet looked to have been drowned in vast amounts of water oddly enough the only thing not to be harmed been the T.V which was sitting innocently in the centre of the room.
"This is unforgivable!" Screamed Vernon as his face turned a rather nasty shade of purple. "Who was it, who is the dead man who has dared to defile my house!" The walrus of a man's enraged eyes swept across the room, searching for the one responsible for ruining his family's living room. Through predictable all Vernon saw as he scanned the place was just a destroyed living-room with no one else inside it except for himself and his beloved wife Petunia who as staring in horror at what has become of her house's living room.
As the two elder Dursley's searched the living-room for the culprit responsible for destroying a part of their house, neither one noticed that the T.V sitting in the centre of the room suddenly turned itself on. Showing a news channel with shockingly enough Solomon himself seated behind the official-looking desk with a pile of paperwork clasped within his wrinkled old hands.
"In breaking news!" Solomon's voice boomed throughout the living-room, causing both of the Dursley's to jump in fright. "At little more than an hour ago. We at the news station here in little whinging and our local police themselves have received evidence that a family named the Dursley's have helped hide evidence that their niece Violet Potter was murdered by a jealous neighbour." Vernon and Petunia turned a pale white colour as they stared at the television, hoping that this was some kind of dream or mistake. "Furthermore the collected evidence shows that they not only help their niece's killer but they also buried her lifeless body in their own back garden showing no kind of remorse or human sympathy for their departed niece." Before Solomon could say anything, further Vernon in a sudden act of violence and desperation repeatedly smashed the T.V into tiny pieces with his baseball bat.
"Vernon!" Yelped Petunia in surprise at her husband's sudden violent action while the walrus looking man huffed and puffed over the destroyed television. "Was that really necessary?" She demanded whilst walking over to stand next to her husband an upset expression upon her face as she stared down at the remains of the expensive television that they had recently brought least week from the store.
"Of course it was necessary Pet." Hissed Vernon who looked around the room with a manic expression. "The police and the whole town now know we're killers thanks to whoever sent that evidence to the police and news stations." The patriarch of the Dursley family seemed mere moments away from destroying everything in sight. "What's worse is those freaks are sure to become aware that our freakish niece is now dead too." Vernon looked ill at the mention of the wizards and witches that hide from the wider world.
Petunia gulped nervously at the thought of those freaks coming into her home and delivering some kind of horrible revenge upon her family for allowing that freakish niece of her's to die. "What do we do Vernon?" The sister of Lily asked while nervously looking around the room praying to whatever gods that might be listening that those freaks didn't show up and harm her beloved family.
Vernon narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment before quickly making his way towards the door, which lead to the backyard. "We destroy the only thing that links us to the crime." He told Petunia as they walked into the garden the chilly night air caused a chill to go down both of their spines, but they ignored it as they made their way towards Violet's final resting place. "If we dispose of our freakish niece's corpse before the police arrive then we can just act ignorant to everything that's happened." Vernon grinned at his plan, having completely forgotten about the state of his living-room and the possibility of a criminal hiding within their house. Though to be fair he was much more focused on saving his own skin then worry over anything else at the moment.
"Oh, Vernon, that's brilliant." Petunia smiled while helping Vernon dig up Violet's corpse with the use of some nearby shovels and as they dug neither Dursley was aware that Solomon was watching them. A disgusted expression upon his wrinkled and aged face as he saw how selfish and horrible the Dursley monarch and patriarch were. And if he didn't need them to free Violet from her ghostly shackles, then Solomon would have gladly driven them both to insanity for their crimes against his sweet and innocent granddaughter. The latter was patiently waiting to enact her part of the plan.
An untold amount of minutes went by in total silence as Vernon and Petunia hurriedly dug up Violet's grave showing absolutely zero respect or care for the little girl's final resting place. It was honestly making the ghost master's undead blood boil in anger though thankfully before Solomon lost his temper and finally decide to obliterate the two vile excuses for human beings before him from existence. They had finally managed to uncovered Violet's corpse a string of vile curses left their mouths as the Dursley's gazed upon the body of their deceased niece.
"The freak is even more repulsive than when we buried her." Venomously spat Vernon as he stared scornfully at the rotting and maggot-infested corpse of Violet Potter. Unaware that Solomon waved his hand causing the shovel that Vernon had dropped upon the cold hard ground after finishing digging up his dead niece to silently rise up into the air a giant green glow surrounding the now floating object.
"Never mind how she looks, Vernon." Snapped Petunia who didn't even bother to look back at her husband which was unfortunate because maybe if she had then Petunia might have been able to warn Vernon in time about the shovel that was preparing to strike him in the back of the head. "Let's just get her out of here before the police show up." Petunia wore a disgusted expression as she reached for the corpse only to pause as the sound of something metal striking flesh echoed behind her which was shortly followed by the sound of a body hitting the grassy ground of the backyard.
"Vernon, what was that sound?" Inquired Petunia as she turned towards her husband only to scream out in terror a moment later when she saw Vernon laying unconscious on the ground. At the same time, the shovel that had hit the fat walrus of a man across the head floated innocently over the unconscious form of Vernon Dursley.
"What's the matter Aunt Petunia," a voice that Petunia wished to never hear again whispered from behind her. "I thought that you were going to move me somewhere else." Turning back towards the grave Petunia saw much to her rapidly growing horror the transparent form of her deceased niece who was floating above her own corpse with a sickening green chain shackled to her ankle the ghost girl smiled innocently while an aura of green light that matched her chain surrounded her transparent body making the backyard shine in an ominous light.
"Oh Aunty what's wrong? did a cat steal your tongue?" Violet continued as Petunia just quietly stared at the ghost of her freakish niece, who was glowing brighter by the second. "If you did lose your tongue then don't worry Aunt Petunia," an inhumanly big smile worked its way onto Violet's pale ghostly lips. "I'll gladly give you mine as a replacement." With a swift wave of her tiny left hand, Violet shoved her right hand into her mouth, and after a moment of digging around, she pulled the hand out along with her own tongue which squirmed and wriggled within her grasp.
Needless to say that witnessing Violet rip out her own tongue finally caused Petunia to mentally snap and go insane and without wasting any time the monarch of the Dursley family released a scream of terror. Though it didn't last long because at that very moment Violet had suddenly turned into a small cloud of green energy and quickly proceeded to enter her Aunt's body using the possession technique that Solomon had taught her. There was a slight battle for control at the beginning but with Petunia's current mental state Violet eventually gained control over the body leaving the now possessed Petunia to stand within the backyard with her eyes glowing an ominous green.
Time skip a few minutes later.
"Here you go, Mr flower have some nice refreshing water."
Solomon couldn't help but smile happily at the sight of his adorable granddaughter watering the plants that she had taken care of while alive. Though honestly, he would have preferred to have not used the ugly horse-faced women as his cute granddaughter's vessel to complete the conditions to release her from the ghostly shackle that was around her ankle. But as the old saying goes 'beggars can't be choosers' besides once he returned home to the afterlife Solomon would make sure that the Dursley's received the haunting of a lifetime.
"Grandpa Solomon I'm finished!" Solomon chuckled in amusement when Violet existed her Aunt's body, causing the foolish mortal to fall to the ground like a puppet having its strings suddenly cut off. The adorable child skipped over to the aged ghost master while the chain that had trapped her within the garden slowly shattered into pieces signalling that Violet was now free and can now join him in the afterlife.
"I can see that, Violet." Kindly replied Solomon as he gently scooped the young ghost girl up into a warm and loving hug. "You've even succeeded on the first try to possessed your Aunt." He beamed with pride towards his granddaughter, who returned it with a shy smile of her own. "And now you're free from your chains that insnared you to this awful place." He twirled them around, making Violet release a joyful laugh. Which was shortly followed by Solomon's own laughter as he had never felt such joy at finally having a family member since he had been alone for his entire life and most of his un-life. However, with Violet living with him, it looks like his days of loneliness were soon to be nothing more than memories of the past.
"Does this mean that I can go live with you now Grandpa Solomon?" Violet asked after Solomon had finally decided to stop spinning them both around.
Solomon in response grinned while a sparkly aura surrounds his form. "Why of course it does Violet after all you are my cute little granddaughter." Violet's cheeks turned red as she had never been called cute or shown such care by another person it as nice, and Violet hoped that she would remain with Solomon for the rest of eternity.
With a happy smile, Solomon gently returned Violet to the grassy ground. Though I have to take care of something before we leave." The ancient ghost master informed his granddaughter while standing back to his full height.
"Something else?" Repeated Violet as her killing curse green eyes stared innocently up at her new grandfather.
Solomon patted Violet's head while chucking at how adorable she was acting at the moment. "Yep, something else." Confirmed Solomon while keeping it somewhat vague. "Don't worry, its nothing too serious." reassured the ghost master whilst pointing with his free hand towards the front of the Dursley house. "In fact why don't you wait for me at the front of the house while I deal with it." Violet looked unsure about the idea, so Solomon quickly continued. "It's just going to be boring adult stuff Violet trust me you'll be bored to tears in minutes if you stay with me while I'm taking care of it."
Violet's face cutely scrunched up at the mention of boring adult stuff. "Okay Grandpa I'll wait for you at the front of the house." With a quick hug something that Violet would always treasure, the little ghost girl ran through the backyard fence, leaving Solomon alone in the yard with the two unconscious Dursley's.
"Such a sweet child." Softly said Solomon with a goofy smile as he calmly walked over to Violet's corpse which had hundreds of maggots wiggling within the rotting flesh.
"It's a shame that I can't say the same thing about you, parasite." Solomon still kept his Jovial tone though now there was a dangerous edge to it. "After all latching yourself to the soul of a child is just despicable." Without any kind of warning, the ghost master plunged his hand through the skull of the corpse right where the famous lightning bolt scar was located. With a violent pull, Solomon removed a wiggling mass of shadow with a pale grotesque face from the scar it was honestly the ugliest thing that Solomon has ever seen, and he has seen some pretty nasty things in his life and time as a ghost master.
Anyway, the mass of shadow tried to break free from Solomon's grasp unfortunately for the creature it was a pointless effect since Solomon had far more magical power and physical strength then it would ever possess.
"Release me now!" Shrieked the shadow creature as it glared hatefully at Solomon who was unimpressed with the being trapped within his grasps current attitude.
"So your the one that has been causing such trouble for this town." Bluntly stated Solomon as he stared at sad excuses for a soul which was defiantly the one behind the recent hauntings that have plagued Little Whinging.
"Release me!" Demanded the vile creature as it tried to bite Solomon's hand only to receive a powerful electric shock of ghost plasma in response.
"It's rube to try biting your betters." Chided Solomon after he stoped channelling a small piece of his power into the creature its form was now smoking and it some times was now twitched in pain.
"Lord Voldemort has no betters." Hissed the soul shard of the dark lord though it quickly grew worried when Solomon grinned like he had just won the lottery.
"So you are that annoying wizard who used that Horcrux ritual." Solomon's entire form suddenly began to crackle with green lightning. "Good to know since lord Death has made it clear to us ghost masters that if we find a fragment of your soul, then we are to destroy it immediately." Realising the situation that it was in the soul fragment tried with all its might to escape the grasp of Solomon before the ghost master obliterated it from existence.
"Wait, wait!" Screamed the fragment as Solomon's lightning forced its way into its shadowy flesh. "We can work together," Voldemort pleaded as his shadow flesh began to bubble and boil. "Just think about all we can accomplish," even as red hot pain crawled under Voldemort's skin he still tried to gain Solomon as an ally. "With your power and mine combined, we can rule the world."
"Tempting," replied Solomon though his tone suggested otherwise. "Sadly for you, my hideous little friend you've went and threatened the life of my granddaughter." A dark gleam entire Solomon's eyes as the lightning grew stronger until Solomon appeared to be standing within a miniature sun of his own creation. "And no one be they the most powerful god or the vilest of devils shall live long enough to regret harming Violet thus say I Solomon Frost'Phantom king of all ghosts and first of the departed to take the mantle of ghost master."
"No please spare…." Voldemort was cut off from pleading for his life by Solomon who with a flick of his power disintegrated Voldemort's shadow body and obliterated his broken soul from existence leaving behind nothing more than a smoking pile of ash upon the grassy that made up the Dursley's backyard.
"Welp that takes care of that problem." Joyfully said Solomon as he clapped his hands together to remove the black ash from them. "Though honestly what was that foolish mortal thinking when he created those Horcruxes of his," the ghost master sighed at the man's stupidity. "After all, the ritual was panned from being used for a reason." And it was since the ritual shattered the users' soul, and if fractured enough times, it can cause madness and other less pleasant side effects that for anyone's sanity weren't worth thinking about.
"Oh, well I guess it doesn't matter right now since I've taken care of it." With a snap of his fingers, the shovels raised back into the air though instead of reburying Violet's corpse. They smacked the elder Dursley's repeatedly over the head not enough to kill them just enough to make sure that they remained unconscious until late in the morning by then someone will see Violet's remains and hopefully put two and two together.
"I can only hope that someone in this neighbourhood has enough goodness within their heart to send the Dursley's to jail." If not, then Solomon would have to take matters into his own hands when he comes back here to check up on the Dursley's in a couple of months. "Anyway, I better go retrieve Violet heaven knows that she must be bored out of her adorable mind by now." With a slight spring in his step, Solomon left the backyard though not before smacking the Dursley's on the head for one final time just to make sure that they stay unconscious.
The front of the Dursley residence.
"I wonder what's taking Grandpa so long." Thought Violet as she lazily sat upon the only car belonging to the Dursley's. "I mean adult stuff can't take that long to do can it?" Emerald eyes narrowed in deep thought as Violet tried to think up all the boring stuff that her Grandpa was doing at the moment. "Ah he properly just wanted to tie his shoelaces or something." Innocently theorised Violet while her feet absentmindedly kicked back and forth. "Which is sensible since my shoelaces always come undone when I was running away from Dudley and his gang."
"~Oh, Vioooooolet!~" The aforementioned girl's eyes blinked back into focus when she heard Grandpa Solomon sing her name for the whole neighbourhood to hear. "~Its time to go!~" Violet lifted her head towards her Grandpa and when she saw him goofily dancing towards her while waving his arms around like a bird trying to take flight the ghost girl busted out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
"Honestly grandpa is so silly." Violet giggled happily whilst hopping off of the car she had just been using as a makeshift seat. "~Okay coming grandpa Solomon!~" Violet sang back skipping over to her Grandpa who once in range swiftly proceeded to scoop her up into his arms and Violet would be lying if she said that she didn't absolutely love the attention. After craving for love for so long, especially since the Dursley's would only pay any attention or kindness towards Dudley.
"Well, granddaughter are you ready to go home?" Questioned her grandfather and just hearing his question filled Violet with happy feelings. Understandable since she never thought of the Dursley residents as home nor the Dursley's as family as they had been far too cruel towards her. For Violet to consider them to be anything else but strangers who kept her locked within their house and used her as a slave.
"Yes grandpa let's go home." Joyfully whispered Violet as tears of happiness gently rolled down her cheeks.
Solomon saw the tears, and instead of yelling at her to stop it like Uncle Vernon had done countless times in the past. The ghost master just gently wiped them away while whispering that everything was fine and that she was going to be alright.
And Violet believed him with all of her tiny, fragile heart.
"Now then let's go to the afterlife." Said Solomon and with a snap of his fingers, the newly created family of two vanished in a bright burst of light leaving the mortal world and Little Whinging behind.
As for the Dursley's they would later be found by a neighbour who was out for his morning walk. Though once he saw Violets half-buried body laying close to the unconscious Vernon and Petunia Dursley, he immediately phoned the police who quickly came and arrested the two adults for murder and attempt to destroy the evidence. As for Dudley, he was sent to the nearest orphanage where his rotten attitude caused him to be the one bullied by everyone within the orphanage. And things would only get worse later in his life since Dudley would never learn to be a better person and wind up shot by a gangster who Dudley would inevitably piss off with his attitude problems.
Yes, everything looked to be over for the Dursley's and for Violet well she was heading off to the realm of the dead where she would live a happy life with her Grandpa Solomon who would spoil her rotten though Violet would never let it go to her head since she has personally seen what type of person that could create by living with Dudley.
Though unbeknown to Violet in a few years she would go upon a great adventure one which will shake the foundations of both the afterlife and the mortal worlds.