![]() The landowner found her body and buried her at the crossroads where they first met. Filled with despair, she hung herself in the barn, killing both herself and her unborn baby. Upon learning Kitty (or Ann) was carrying her husband’s child, the landowner's wife banished her from the grounds. The boys noticed fresh flowers on the mound - a common occurrence, though no one admits to ever putting them there.Īs the local lore goes, Kitty (or, in some stories, Ann) Jay was a wealthy landowner’s mistress and housekeeper. Jay’s Grave is a small burial mound at the side of a minor road, about 1 mile (1.6 km) northwest of Hound Tor, at the entrance to a green lane that leads to Natsworthy. Many landmarks have ancient legends and ghost stories associated with them: the ancient burial site of Childe's Tomb, the rock pile called Bowerman's Nose, the stone crosses that mark former mediaeval routes across the moor, and the allegedly haunted Jay’s Grave.īack in the early ’70s, Liam Roberts (the current land owner, now a man himself) and his younger cousin by six months, Keelin McKiernan (who was visiting from the family’s home country of Ireland at the time), were playing in the lush countryside near Jay’s Grave. During the Great Thunderstorm of 1638, the moorland village of Widecombe-in-the-Moor was said to have been visited by the Devil. ![]() It is reputedly the haunt of pixies, a headless horseman, a mysterious pack of "spectral hounds", and a large black dog, among others. Their neighbours, the McGorteys, kept their grounds mostly barren to attract the type of campers who liked the idea of camping without such “inconveniences” as high grass, shrubbery, or the animals that commonly lived within them.ĭartmoor is known for its myths and legends, providing hours of entertainment for each generation of McKiernan and Roberts children. The McKiernans’ always kept the land neat and tidy, though they always deferred to preserving the area's natural beauty. For the last hundred years, the large acreage was passed along between generations, attracting all kinds of visitors, campers, and exhibitors who wanted to camp and hunt in the lush moors of the countryside. The McKiernan/Roberts family were one such owner. The rest of the park was private land, and the property owners took advantage of the lush royal forests’ (called the Hairy Hand by locals) appeal to hikers and campers. Sounds of artillery and gunfire were commonplace, and residents ignored them. In a tradition dating back to the Napoleonic Wars (1803–1815), the British Army used the moor’s national park grounds as training grounds. The villagers of Dartmoor in the southern part of Devon, England, were quite accustomed to loud noises. Mine are any Pro-Trans organisation (like The Trevor Project), Planned Parenthood, and DePaul School for Hearing and Speech.Ĭhapter Text Chapter One: The McKiernan Fairgrounds The only “profit” I receive is knowing other HP fans are enjoying my labour of love! If you feel really strongly, donate to your favourite charity. It’s not my story, and I can’t profit from it. Lastly, I do not want a single cent from this. I get notified of people trying to print, and that’s just not cool. Also, please do not try to get it printed anywhere - this is strictly Fanfiction and should only be viewed for free online. I do have a few things to ask of you all, however: Please don’t look up my address and send me things… it’s happened before with the other 3 books, and it’s super creepy. I got involved with an amazing HP Podcast called “For Fawkes Sake,” and have had millions of wonderful messages from fans all over the world - none of that would have happened without Hermione! It’s been surreal, for sure, but wonderful nonetheless. Since then, they have kind of blown up and have been read by millions everywhere. This is truly just a labour of love for all of the like-minded Hermione fans like me out there! Actually, since it started as just me stubbornly fulfilling a dare, so they weren’t even meant for public reading… but another friend of mine convinced me to post them on fanfiction sites for all to read. I, obviously, don't own any characters or story lines. I am, by no means, a professional writer (or British), and my friends/family are, by no means, professional editors, so please excuse any errors you may find.
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