Harry Potter and the Power the Dark Lord Knows not!
Violet and Peter are mine! Everything else belongs to J.K Rowling unfortunately!
CHAPTER 1
Albus Dumbledore crept quietly up the stairs where he knew they would be sleeping, only pausing briefly to withdraw his wand to remove all the protection charms he had set earlier that evening. He wiped his brow in exhaustion. These two were becoming too powerful, way beyond his scope of power. He knew they were doing their own investigations, but they wouldn't tell him, and when he attempted to legilmently remove the information, they repelled his mind with as much ease as a trained Auror. He shook his head unbelievably. He hadn't even taught them that! It was becoming increasingly difficult to confine them to his modest home. They wanted to escape, experiment, and join the wizarding world. He couldn't let them. He had made a promise, and he had to keep it. Oh, the problems of an unbreakable. He had tried to explain this to them, and they simply retorted that they would find a way to break it so that he might still survive. It was taking a very long time though, and he doubted even they could break one of the most powerful and mysterious magical contracts of all time.
Not only was it difficult to confine them, Dumbledore was finding hard to keep their pasts from them. Every time he arrived, they both attempted to pick apart his mind, trying to find out any spare memories he may have missed putting in the pensieve before he visited. It was hard to contain the fact that they were the offspring of some of the most powerful and well renowned wizards of the time, and also the most secretive, and wanted by Voldemort.
Oh well, he sighed, there would be time for them to escape, one day. And opened the door, wand drawn at the ready.
Blinking stupidly, I noticed a tall, handsome figure kneeling beside my bed. "Come on Violet," he whispered in my ear, "Dumbly wants us up. He's gonna let us practice against the unforgivables today." My tiredness now disapparated, I jumped out of bed and pulled on a plain grey robe. He barely ever lets us do that, and when he does, he barely ever lets Peter do it. Though I suppose he has a point. Peter is not a sorcerer, like me and Dumbledore. Just the offspring of two sorcerers. It weakens with generations, and the strongest sorcerers are those born into families of normal wizards, and usually have a hint of muggle or half-blood in there. So I can understand Peter's excitement at finally being given a chance to prove himself with the unforgivables. We walked down to the dungeon where all our powerful duelling can occur so the ministry does not register it, and opened the door…