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A/N: hello my lovelies. Sorry it's been so long. Pregnancy was very very rough but baby girl and I made it out just fine and after a tough start are both doing well. I'm still having trouble walking, but that means I am home for good now and can hopefully start to carve out some serious writing time. I just wanted to thank you all for your love and support. Every time I see a notification that someone has found my story and liked it I feel just that much better! You guys are amazing.
We take a brief break from our regularly scheduled Hermione and Severus time to catch up with Verity. I hope you enjoy. All my love. Lil.
At first Verity had been teeming with anger; particularly with herself. Why she had even fathomed that Ronald would have been able to survive and blend into the Muggle world was absolutely beyond her now. It was only a matter of time before he gave himself away and ruined it all; no time apparently. Certainly not with how addled his mind had become thanks, in no small part, to her.
When he hadn't returned following his attempt to secure his employment she knew something had gone wrong. After weeks and weeks of preparations he was still nothing but a bumbling idiot quoting movie lines as if they were typical conversational responses. It was no real surprise in the end that he had not been successful. She would need to rely on herself to get things done. There would be no mostly quiet life on the California Coast.
There would be no life at all on the California Coast. She knew it was only a matter of time before Ronald was taken back to London. There was no doubt that he would eventually give her up. She was not about to sit around waiting on the inevitable.
She didn't even wait for the sun to rise the next day. She was more than capable of getting by in the Muggle world, even in a new place. She did the best she could to cover her tracks, paying cash for buses and trains. Sometimes she even found a sympathetic woman who would purchase the ticket with their credit card in exchange for cash, ensuring that there was no record of her on board. It was easy to play the part of a battered and scared wife on the run from her abusive husband.
It took twelve days travelling all about, avoiding even the smallest hint of magic and magical communities while she carefully covered her tracks.
She arrived in Salem with the profound feeling of coming home.
Verity knew she had come to the right place to begin the next phase of her life, and the next phase of her plan. She remembered her mother telling her stories of Salem. Witch trials, burnings, hangings, drownings; the muggles there Killed each other once, just to prove there was magic. Wizards and Witches in Salem tended to keep to themselves avoiding the non-magical community all together now.
Even now they were very strict on secrecy. There were likely to be many who were open to the Death Eater ideals. She just needed to find a way in and she knew she would be able to truly begin to exact her revenge on the little Granger slag.
It had taken an additional two days meandering about town, feeling for the thrum of magic in the air before she found the way in. A large white elm grew in a nature preserve, on the grounds of what once was insane asylum. The elm, she learned, was much like the entrance to Platform 9 3/4 at Kings Cross. She only had to know it was there, wish to gain entry, and have magic in her core to gain access. The rest was just a walk. One minute she was in the nature preserve, the next she was in an odd sort of orchard.
The orchard was home to a wide range of trees whose woods she knew were instrumental in the creation of wands and the earths magic flowed through their branches extending out from tree to tree like an electric charge jumping from circuit to circuit. It created a natural warding, offering its protection to the community the orchard guarded.
Verity wove through the trees in awe of their power, feeling the magic igniting all around and inside her, amplifying her senses. She could feel the power in her growing as the twins inside her womb began to kick. She laughed as she continued on through the orchard, reveling in the feelings flowing through her.
When she stepped past the trees onto a cobblestone road the babies inside her calmed and the feeling of the magic dancing through her lessened and settled in her core. She felt refreshed, and aware, but no more powerful than she had before entering the orchard, simply more understanding of the power that had always existed within her, and that was now growing with the twins she carried.
She chose to follow the cobblestones to her left, seeing where it would get her. The sun was already setting in the west as the town began to take shape before her. Little shops and homes that reminded her somehow of Hogsmeade and London all at once. She saw a park that was mostly empty except a woman in her forties pushing a pram. Verity entered the little park and made her way to the swings. She perched herself on one of the swings and slowly floated back and forth while she watched the woman push her child around the park.
An idea came to her quickly, and she knew that it was fate. Verity placed a hand protectively over her growing belly and dropped her head, hiding her face behind her hair, shaking her shoulders slightly as if crying.
It didn't take long before she was noticed. The woman approached her slowly. She was a curvy blonde and her knit sweater dress reminded Verity a bit of Molly Weasley, if Molly had been able to afford finer yarns. Verity watched her through a curtain of dark auburn hair as the witch pushed the pram slowly closer, weaving behind the slide as she moved closer. She could tell she was wary of the young woman on the swing, and Verity knew she couldn't have planned things better. Slowly she lifted her head and looked shyly at the woman.
"Pardon me ma'am. I have no idea how to find my way around here. Is there, by chance, a cheap inn nearby where I can sleep tonight?" Verity asked her, adding a quiver in her voice as if she were a petrified little damsel in need of help. She almost smirked when she noticed how well it was all working. She hadn't even spun her tale yet and already the woman's heart was breaking for her.
"Oh dear, are you alright honey? You look scared as can be." Her concern was evident and Verity knew she had her.
Verity hunched her shoulders, shrinking in on herself more. "I just don't know what to do," she cried. "My husband wont stop drinking. I thought it would get better when I got pregnant, he said he always wanted a baby." She placed her hands over her belly as if just doing so could protect the lives growing inside.
The woman put a hand to her lips and let out a small gasp, tears starting to glimmer in her eyes as she began to take in the tale Verity was telling her. It was so easy.
"I couldn't let him hurt my baby. I had to run. I had to." Verity's fake tears were the pièce de résistance, and she had her; hook, line, and sinker.
The woman pushed her pram as close to the swings as she could and moved to offer a hand to Verity. "Come here dear. You poor thing," she said soothingly. "We wont let anyone hurt you or that babe. Why don't you come with me and little Janie here. My husband Adam and I have a nice guest room and left over pot roast. I'm Blair by the way," the kindly witch told her. "You just come along dear, tomorrow we can help you find a safe place to stay for a while. I'm guessing you don't have any family near by."
And so Verity went with the woman to her little cottage home, telling her a fantastic story along the way. Her name was Violet, and no she didn't have any family in the States, just her husband Ricky who she had met in California. She told the woman she had fled to the States towards the end of the war, scared of what was happening there. She was careful not to say which side she was afraid of, just that she had fled and was hoping to start a better life after losing all her loved ones to the fighting. She had met Ricky and had been hopeful and happy for a time, but things quickly turned violent in their marriage soon after their bonds were made.
It was a touching and terribly sad story, of course none of it was true. Verity had been telling iterations of the story since she left California, perfecting her act.
Before long Verity was in a cute little cottage with a belly full of a delicious meal and had the woman, Blair, and her husband Adam, hanging on her every word as they all drank a cup of tea in front of a roaring fire.
"Well I say you're welcome as long as you need young lady. It's just not right for a wizard to lay a hand on his witch, certainly not one who is carrying such a precious gift as you. Should have hexed his bits and pieces off, I say," Adam proclaimed after listening to her tell them how she came to be on the run from her husband.
Verity had to fight back the urge to grin. "Oh, I know I should have, but momma always taught me a witch should respect her wizard in all things and he always was better with a wand than I was," she said.
Adam seemed almost approving of the opinion that a witch should respect, in all things, her wizard. Verity logged that away in her mind for later, thinking he may become a strong ally should she try to get him to see a few more things her way. Men always were so easy to manipulate.
"Well Violet, why don't you let Blair show you to the guest room. It's getting late and you must be exhausted. Everything else will keep till morning."
And so she followed Blair down the hall of the little cottage, past a closed door with a sign that proclaimed a baby was sleeping.
"That's little Janie's room there, and the restrooms just across the hall. Now, Adam and I are at the end of the hall there, and you can sleep here," Blair explained, pointing out different doors down the hall.
She opened the door to the guest room, a space that definitely boosted the Molly Weasley resemblance in her mind. A small bed sat in the middle of a room that had flowers covering most every surface, with rose wallpaper and floral bedding. It was the crocheted blanket draped across the foot of the bed that clinched it.
"Thank you so much Blair, and please tell Adam how grateful I am for your hospitality. I'm just so stressed about all of this, and the two of you are so kind to help." She moved closer to the bed and rubbed her eyes. "I suppose I should get some sleep."
"Oh of course dear. You just think nothing if it. It's terrible what that man did to you. You were right to run. I'm just glad I saw you when I was out on my walk. Sleep well," she told her kindly. "We are just down the hall should you need us."
As Blair showed herself out, pulling the door closed behind her Verity broke into the grin she had been holding back all night. Things could not have gone better had she planned this move from the beginning. Ron had outlived his usefulness to her anyways so it was just as well he was in custody. She had always talked to him about avoiding most Wizarding communities so she knew they would never think to look for her in the oldest Wizarding town in the country. Finding Blair had just been the icing on the perfect cake. She and her husband had sat with her at their kitchen table, feeding her leftovers from their supper and listening to her heartbreaking, if not even remotely true, story.
She had painted a perfect picture, herself the devoted and doting little housewife, and her husband the horrible brute of a man who used his fists to harm her because she wasn't worth a wasted spell.
It had her laughing hysterically in her mind to think how close her made up tale actually reflected the truth of Ron's marriage to Hermione once the special potions had taken hold of him. Merlin what a pathetic creature she must be to have let him lay a hand on her. Verity knew that in truth she would never have let another Wizard cause her pain like that.
Besides, none of them knew how to do it right. Not like her father had. When he struck her she knew only pleasure would follow the pain. It had taken work to get him to give in to her following that first time, but once she made him see just how perfect they were together he hadn't been able to stay away.
How she wished the children growing inside of her had been his. Their children would have been glorious. Generations past no one would have even thought twice about a father taking his daughter as his wife should her mother pass. It kept the line pure, and Verity knew that was what they had.
It was pure and beautiful until that little bitch took him from her. Just the memory of him was enough to spark desire inside of her. She knew no man would ever be a match for him.
Dolohav had been fierce and powerful in all aspects of his life, but never more so than he was when they were together.
She knew it was the anger and the violence that brought his lust to life and she was more than happy to oblige. She made a game of pushing his buttons, driving him to his breaking point. He would fight against his urges until she took him to the edge of reason and he would lash out, binding her with invisible ropes and spanking and choking her before finally taking her fast and rough, tearing her orgasm from her as if it belonged only to him. And it did.
She would give anything to have him back. Because she couldn't have that she would bring the world down around her. It was all working now.
She would bide her time in this quaint little cottage while she finalized her plans. When she was ready she would build her father a shrine out of Hermione's bones.
That night a happy Verity chanted 'Daddy' over and over again into the darkness as she brought herself to climax replaying some of her favorite memories of him in her mind. She used her fingers and her wand rubbing and touching until she was completely spent, a puddle of her juices drying between her thighs. She fell asleep feeling sated, but none the less wishing it had been the real dark wizard and not just his memory driving her lust.
She allowed herself a bit of a lie in the next morning, and after straightening the guest room the next morning emerged in search of one of her hosts.
She found Blair sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of tea with a copy of the local paper sitting in front of her. Janie, the baby, was laying in a bassinet giggling as she watched a magically suspended mobile overhead, the little dragons chasing each others tails, little puffs of flame coming out their nostrils once every rotation.
"She is very cute." Verity said announcing her presence to the room.
Blair looked up and smiled warmly at Verity. "Good morning Violet. I hope you slept well."
"I did, thank you again," she responded as she edged closer to the happy baby across the room. "How old is she? I'm afraid I forgot to ask you last night," she spoke quietly putting on the full shy girl act.
"No need to apologize dear. You've certainly got a lot going on right now. Janie's five months old now. We've had her the last three months. She is such a joy. Babies are a blessing," she told her as she gazed at Verity's swollen belly.
"Oh, I didn't realize, I just thought she was yours," she tried not to sound rude as she said it.
"That's alright. She is ours. She just had non-magical parents. I know things are a little different where you're from, but we have very set views and rules here when it comes to the non-magical community." She started to explain how she and Adam came to adopt a little girl with non-magical parents.
Verity hung on her every word, knowing somehow that this would be the final key to her domination over Hermione.
"All magical children are blessed and sacred gifts to our world," she was explaining, "but we are not tolerant of the non-magical community and work very hard to protect the statute of secrecy. All magical children born to non-magical parents are placed in homes as soon as their magic is registered. It is imperative that they be raised to understand our world without outside influence."
Verity allowed the information to play through her mind, thinking how this may affect her overall goals. "But how do you explain to the parents that their children need to be removed to a new family. Certainly the muggle, er, the non-magical people wouldn't just give up their children." Verity was confused on that. She had grown up with her muggle mother and part of her wished she had been in the magical world from the beginning. Her father had kept them hidden away, how might her life had been different without her muggle mother to influence her.
Blair was kind enough to explain everything and give Verity more insight into the place she had run to. "The parents never know. Once a newborn child is registered as magical they are removed from their non magical parents in the dead of night, lifeless golems left in their place. The parents grieve the loss of their child, another unexplained infant death. Perhaps it is cruel, but would it not be just as cruel to allow a child to grow in a world they could never belong in, never be understood or accepted by? This way all children have the opportunity to grow in a world that will support them and love them wholly," she explained. "That's how we ended up with Janie. Adam and I were never blessed with a child of our own, so when the opportunity came to take in Janie we couldn't say no. And now we couldn't be happier."
Verity's mind was busily taking in all the information, adding it to what she already knew of the Salem community and considering how it may all work into her final plan. "She is lucky to have you then," she said when she realized Blair had been quiet for a moment.
They spent the next few hours talking more about life in Salem. Blair thought it would be smart to distract 'Violet' from her painful situation, never wiser to the fact that the woman she thought was a shy witch named Violet was actually taking the information she was being given to grow her dark plans.
That afternoon Verity considered how her future was shaping up; with powerful life growing within her womb, increasing the power in her own core, and now finding herself in a community devoid of muggle influence.
They had spoken more about the community, Blair assuming Violet could use the distraction. Blair let her know that Adam was fine with her staying a while longer until she could get herself someplace nice for her and the baby, and had suggested a few ideas of places she might find easy work.
Verity was feeling wonderful, knowing how she wanted things to turn out. She now had a place to stay while she plotted, and a new friend who with luck could be used as much, much more. Verity hoped that before too long the kind people who had taken her in would be the first of many to follow her as she destroyed Hermione Granger and all she stood for.
A/N: Thanks for reading. I look forward to reading your reviews. I am working on the next chapter when Hermione must turn herself in to the Wizengamot. Things are going to be tough for a while for her, but she has a great man by her side.
Thanks again. Lil.
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