A/N: Hello, fellow Potterheads! I've had the idea for this fic bouncing around in my head for a while now, and I'm so happy to finally be sharing it with you all. I'll attempt to update as often as I can. I have 5-6 full chapters written and ready to go, so for the next month, I can promise weekly updates.

This story will contain dark themes. I know ya'll are gonna do what you want, but I do recommend this fanfic for adult or mature audiences only. It will contain triggers such as self-mutilation, talk of suicide, sexual assault, torture, and murder. I will not include any specific trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter, as that could potentially spoil the story. However, if a chapter contains graphic or sensitive material that may trigger some audiences, I promise to preface that chapter with a very obvious ***CONTENT WARNING***. Reader discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of its affiliations belong to the majestic J.K. Rowling. This fanfiction has been published for entertainment purposes only.

Now, without further ado, I present to you Violet Horizons.

Prologue

It was well after visiting hours for patients at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Eunice J. Beetlegoode's Ward for Magically-Induced Coma Patients was darkened. The Head Mediwitch was dozing at her desk, blissfully unaware of the dark shadow that had managed to break into the ward and slip, unnoticed, into Room 408.

The lanky man whose hair was as black as an oil spill stalked over to the only bed in the room. A woman, who appeared to be no older than twenty-five, was resting peacefully. A soft golden light seemingly encased her, and the man knew this to be simple hospital procedure. The light shone gold to signify that her vitals were alright. This color faded or changed completely based on if there were any changes – good or bad – to her overall health.

He summoned a chair so that he could sit comfortably by her side.

"Your bloody nephew and his blasted friends are up to their usual shit," he began, as if picking up on an unfinished conversation.

Of course, she didn't respond.

He gazed at her with intense obsidian eyes, willing her to wake up. And – just like the hundreds of times he'd tried in the past – it didn't work. He cursed himself for his own foolishness, but kept his eyes locked on the gentle thrum of magic that was centered at her belly. It was soft and blue in color – almost like a mist. Enveloped by the golden glow, it was nearly invisible and went easily unnoticed if you weren't looking for it.

"This is the umpteenth time I've almost died for that boy," he sneered. "Unappreciative little prat. Just like his father."

She said nothing in response. So he continued.

"And this time, it was Remus fucking Lupin. Again. With his bloody Lycanthropy."

She twitched her fingers ever so slightly, but this small action still caught his eye. He paused for a moment, staring at her with his unwavering gaze. The twitching stopped. There was no rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. Only the blue mist that encased her core, whipping lightly around her midsection like a hazy fog. This was the only way he could tell for certain that she was still alive.

He grasped her hand that was so tiny and so cold in comparison to his.

"Despite the fact that his wolf nearly slaughtered me and three children," he said, "the arrogant prick did discover a solution to our problem. I just need time – six months' time to be exact. And then we'll have you back."

His eyes danced over the multitude of scars that littered her arms, lingering longer on the vicious mark that started underneath her left earlobe and ended somewhere on her chest. He grit his teeth, as unwanted memories flashed in the darkest recesses of his mind.

He lifted her hand slowly to his lips, closing his eyes.

"I will make this right," he said with an urgency to his voice. "I will bring you back, Violet."

He pressed a tender and longing kiss to the back of her hand, beginning to feel the hot, prickling sensation of tears in his eyes. He let them fall. He felt it would be grossly disrespectful towards her to deny himself the human action of crying, considering that she was the one who'd taught him how to express such… emotion.

"Until tomorrow night," he whispered. And then, he was gone.

A/N 2: Chapter 1 will be up either this upcoming Friday or Saturday! Stay tuned!