Hello all!
I started this story almost six years ago and just felt lost about the direction I wanted to go. I recently decided to give it another go!
I am a single mother to a 1-year-old, so I will try to update every week, but it is not guaranteed! If you have kids, you should understand. I will not retake a big break. I plan on finishing this story in 2023 so no worries!
This is a Dark Fic. There may or not be torture, sexual content, cheating, manipulation rape/non-con, dubious consent, etc.
I will not continuously give chapter warnings.
I hope you enjoy it!
1980
I don't know how it got here. I was lurking in the shadows of this tiny muggle town, hiding from prying eyes. I guess it doesn't matter how I came to be here; I will accomplish my task. Pulling my hood further over my face, I walk to my destination's big homely building.
"It will be alright," I whisper, more to myself than the bundle of joy cuddled up close to my chest: my newborn baby, one of a set. I was ecstatic when I found out I was pregnant, even if it was a one-sided love affair with a married man, but either way, I didn't have a choice. No one told The Dark Lord no; anyone that dared suffered immensely. Not that I mainly suffered from our coupling. Not many would believe this, but he was pretty kind behind closed doors. What we had was not love by any means, but I pleased him, even if with just my body, and I was rewarded for it with his kindness, something that shouldn't be taken for granted.
Looking around, I lay my beautiful baby girl down softly, ensuring she was wrapped tight and comfortable. I could feel the tears coming to my eyes, threatening to spill and blurring my vision.
"Goodbye, my beautiful baby girl; you will have a wonderful life even if I'm not in it. Stay strong and know you are always loved." As I finish saying my goodbyes, I knock swiftly on the door and run into the shadows. I wait and see the door creak open, and an older woman peaks out, straining her eyes and looking around before her gaze falls upon my baby.
"Oh, my!" she exclaims softly. She then bends down slowly and picks up the bundle. "Now, what are you doing out here alone, little one?" she asks, not expecting an answer. I see the smile on her wrinkled face as my darling reaches out her tiny hand and grabs a lock of silver hair.
"Aren't you a cute little thing, huh? Well, let's get inside and warm you up, little one" She walked inside to shut the door behind her. I feel my breath start to quicken and my heart pounding in my chest as I realize I'll never see my baby again. It was for the best. At least my baby is safe and out of harm's way. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if the dark lord never rose to power. It seemed nice at the time, and even I agreed with him to some extent, but I never knew it would go this far.
Years ago, Tom Riddle, our Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, discovered where muggle-borns and mudbloods originate. Every muggle-born could be traced back to a squib of a pureblood family. So the solution to the "Mudblood takeover" was to imprison or kill all squibs before they could reproduce. Suppose there are no squib children; there would be no more mudbloods. I don't know what I could have done to prevent this. Maybe if I had done something, there would still be muggle-borns, squib children were not enslaved or sentenced to death, and just maybe I'd still have my little girl.