CH2: First Birthday

Six months of searching the manor, eating baby food, and getting used to her new body gave Vergil no results. Her attempts to find the sacrificial altar or slave quarters on sight came up empty. She was floored with theories of quantum runes until her other mother, Jamie, cracked out of reality. When she witnessed Jamie disappear and reappear later, everything fell into place. The slave quarters and sacrificial chamber were underground with no door. No, his family was wealthy beyond belief by using multi enchantments on sticks of all things. Wands were wasteful luxuries of the extremely wealthy. Most likely, with her family's wealth, they built an underground city upon a grand altar. All lives lost flowed into his family's tincture. It was genius, horrible, and what she would expect from a noble.

With that in mind, it was no wonder she didn't find it. No noble family would ever reveal the location of their source of power. Only the heir would learn the secret once they reached adulthood and proved they had the maturity to maintain it.

Vergil shook her head and gazed down at the ground outside her bedroom. It was getting near her birthday, and the flower garden bloomed beautifully.

"Young mistress, please get down from the window. I will iron my ears if you hurt yourself." Poddy said.

The big-eyed female elf had the wrinkled skin of a scrotum and looked nothing like the elves she remembered. Slavery and inbreeding must have reduced them greatly. The image of a buxom blonde elf girl in his mind didn't mesh well with Poddy.

If an elf, one of the most beautiful creatures in the world, looked like Poddy. She couldn't imagine what the underground sacrifice city citizens looked like.

Vergil jumped down from the window ledge and landed silently. Her body might have been that of a toddler, but she was strong. With time and sacrifices, her power would naturally grow far beyond what it was before. Having the strength of her rituals from the womb had strengthened her far beyond what was normal.

"Does Poddy need to change young mistress's nappy?" Poddy said.

Harry started crying, and two more elves ran for the crib. Toys shot out of the crib like bullets while the elves tried to placate little Harry. Life in the Potter Manor was safe, but there wasn't much to do.

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Vergil's birthday came along, and her Godmother Sirius came with it.

"Why are you still listening to that senile old bitch? We aren't in school anymore, Jamie; stop riding her dick. If we move anywhere, it's to the States and away from this dark lord bullshit." Lily tapped her wand, and a chocolate cake topped with strawberries appeared with a single candle sticking out of the top. "What are the odds of us leaving with our wealth intact?"

"We would have to leave with only our clothes on our backs. You know how the goblins are." Jamie said.

That was her first confirmation of the sacrificial city's existence. Goblins were naturally a species that could live underground; it made sense to use them. While his family was undoubtedly swimming in decadent wealth but conjuring a cake into existence, a move worth possibly thousands of lives, it was hard to uproot. Dark lord or not, they were in their seat of power with vast wealth at their disposal.

"The Yanks aren't exactly receptive to immigrants of noble birth. Light or dark, it's all the same to them. Maybe we will get lucky, and old moldy shorts will attack one of their cruise ships. We could spread a rumor that British Aurors are on board transporting a weapon." Sirius said.

"If you try a false flag, Sirius, then I'm going to fuck that tight cunt you've been saving for a special lady," Lily said before standing up. Vergil heard a pop and a feminine groan under the table. "What does the dark lord think, cuck?" Lily asked.

"She seems to believe the prophecy and, for whatever reason, has decided to murder any child that fits the description of the savior. Lily, you should leave with me and go into hiding. I can keep you safe; she promised me to keep you," Sev was cut off when Lily shoved her cock back into her friend's mouth.

Petra, a short sniveling girl with lanky red hair who was clearly overweight, entered the home. "Am I late? Where is Lupin?" Petra asked.

"Hello, 2/10; how have you been," Jamie asked.

"That is still mean, Jamie," Petra said.

"I can't help it judging people helps me stay sane," Jamie said.

Petra clearly didn't belong. Vergil understood old money marrying new Sirius Black of the noble and ancient house, and even Sev Snape, the cuck under the table. Petra seemed to be the type of girl a noble befriended to turn into a willing sacrifice later. Vergil blinked and understood what was going on. Petra was being cared for to become a sacrifice for Vergil or Harry. Willing sacrifices gave more energy, and Petra had very low self-esteem. Bullying her increased the chances of turning Petra into a willing sacrifice.

"I found a cabin in Godric's Hollow in the West Country that shows promise. With the right money to purchase wards, it could become a great hiding place. I was hoping to borrow some money to purchase it. Borrowing from my friends is better than from the goblins." Petra said.

Who would borrow money from nonhumans in the first place? How could goblins run a bank? Vergil pictured the dark green-skinned short stacks that loved to get their holes filled and sleep all day. That didn't mesh well with running a bank. As a city of sacrificial citizens, they were ideal, but who would trust lazy goblin bitches to run a bank. The men were often too busy hunting for days to do much more than provide. Who would trust their money to them or expect to withdraw any of it?