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AN: Hope you enjoy. First chapter author notes really never have a purpose.

Violet scowled as she punched another tree angrily. The quick flare of pain did nothing to alleviate her fury; it simply added to it.

"Fucking Dumbledore! I fucking HATE HIM!" She screamed the last two words and then looked around, seeing if anyone had heard. To her surprise, a black bunny sat not ten feet in front of her, staring at her with its bright blue eyes It looked quite soft. She smiled and sat down on the grass, her hand outstretched even with her bloody knuckles.

The smiled more when the bunny hopped over to her, sniffed her fingers and wiggled it's nose before hopping into her lap.

"Hi there little guy. Do you have a home?"

The bunny seemed to almost shake it's head in a negative.

"Do you want to go home with me?"

It sniffed her face, as though agreeing.

"Have to hide you from them though. They won't appreciate it at all. They already tried to kill Hedwig once. I had to send her to Draco's. I hope he doesn't mind. I mean the friendship is new after all but I figured he could probably take care of an owl really well since he has one."

The bunny just stared at her.

Violet smiled again and stood up, cuddling the bunny in her arms. "My name is Violet. Well, technically it's Violet Lily Potter. I was named after two flowers and my mother. Who I just found out wasn't simply murdered. No. Draco told me that he'd read there was supposed to be some stupid prophecy about me and Voldie so he and I went to check. It's not even about him. I mean, yes, there's a Dark Lord mentioned but it isn't Voldie. I've been trying to figure out how Voldie would respond to getting an owl from me. I'm thinking not well."

She sighed and stood in front of her relatives' home before sneaking inside and upstairs, depositing the bunny on the bed.

"Stay here. I need to take a shower, I'll be back in a few minutes."

The bunny lay down on her bed and sure enough she returned within ten minutes, a towel wrapped securely around her as she rummaged through a trunk before taking out a tank top and shorts to change into.

The bunny's eyes seemed to widen as she changed in front of it. As she changed, a hoard of bruises and scarring became evident all over her lithe body.

She then picked up the bunny and snuggled under the covers with the bunny.

After Violet had fallen asleep, the bunny wiggled out of her grasp and onto the floor before becoming a man that looked no older than late twenties or early thirties. He looked down at the sleeping teen in front of him and brushed her hair from her face.

"Well I see I won't have to argue with you over Dumbledore, but those bruises came from somewhere and I want to know where. However, that can wait until tomorrow morning when you awake."

He turned and packed up her things, including anything that wasn't furniture really, and shrunk it wandlessly and shoved it into his pocket. Then he gently lifted her into his arms, supporting her weight easily as her head lolled onto his shoulder. He turned on his heel and they were gone.

The man smiled at her again while they appeared outside of a very large Manor and carried his precious cargo inside the halls of his home. As he moved to pass the sitting room to continue up the staircase, he frowned. Why was Lucius Malfoy there?

"Lucius."

"My Lord, I was waiting for your return." Lucius still hadn't come to where they could see each other.

"What is so important?"

"Potter sent her owl to Draco."

The man raised an eyebrow and entered the sitting room. He sat in a large armchair, settling the girl into his lap so she could sleep more comfortable against his chest. He smirked as Lucius' eyes widened.

"My Lord, is that—"

"You will send Narcissa over as soon as you go home and speak of this to no one. You will, however, send Draco here."

Lucius just nodded dumbly.

"Dismissed Lucius."

He did smirk when the man scampered from the room.

"Well that wasn't very nice," the supposedly sleeping girl mumbled from his lap.

"Weren't you sleeping? And since you're not, you should be panicking over possible death."

"I was, he woke me up. And I'm not going to panic."

"Why the hell not?!"

"If you wanted to kill me you already would have." She lifted her head slightly and bright green eyes met his own blue ones. "You're not all snake-like." She said it like it was the most shocking part of the situation and he chuckled.

"Well, yes. You're sitting on the Dark Lord's lap and you just comment on my appearance."

"You're hot. And you're not the Dark Lord." She was apparently much more awake now.

"Excuse me?"

"I'll write the prophecy down for you later, Voldie."

"Don't call me that."

"Wait, were you the bunny?"

"Um, yes?"

She giggled and smirked. "Bunnymort."

He face palmed and glared at her. "Really?"

"We need to discuss this new situation tomorrow morning. But for now, I need something normal to call you. What was your name before you became Lord Flight of Death?"

"Tom Riddle." He was distinctly uncomfortable with her whole 'not scared of him one bit' attitude.

"Tom then." She smiled. "So where are we?"

"Riddle Manor."

"No I mean as in where where? Because if I'm going to be your Death Eater, you're going to have to let me go to London and Diagon Alley for a new wardrobe."

Tom just nodded. "We can go sometime tomorrow. After you are healed and after you've explained your injuries."

"What injuries?"

"The bruises and cuts and why you were punching trees that obviously would injure you."

"Um, because I was pissed at Dumblefuck?"

Tom fought not to laugh at her nickname for Dumbledore and shook his head fondly. "And the rest of it?"

Violet abruptly quit talking and looked away just in time to see Narcissa and Draco both enter the room they were in.

"My Lord?" It was Narcissa who spoke as Violet rose from Tom's lap and crossed the room, pulling Draco into a crushingly tight hug. He gasped for air.

"Violet, please don't kill our Death Eaters without plausible reason."

She glared and just finished her hug before whacking Tom across the head. Both Malfoys stared at her in shock and Draco in worry.

"Ow! Violet!"

"You knew I was just hugging him!"

Tom grumbled and looked at Narcissa. "She needs healed." He left the room in a huff and could be heard ordering house elves to prepare a room for her.

"Hi Cissy…"

"You got captured by the Dark Lord."

"No. I got captured by Bunnymort."

"VIOLET LILY POTTER."

"I mean Tom." She grinned when she realized he could still hear their conversation perfectly well.

Both Malfoys hid a smile and Narcissa got to work healing her. She had just cast a fourth spell before her face went red with anger and she left the room quickly.

Violet and Draco shared a look before running after her. They found her just as she entered Tom's Study and entered behind her.

"They've starved her and beaten her and he-he…" Narcissa broke off and spun around, casting a blasting curse at the wall farthest from any of them to release some anger.

"He what?" Tom's voice was low, dangerous.

He touched me.

Touched you HOW?!

The Malfoys looked between in confusion and slowly backed out of the office, closing the door.

He…raped me, Tom. Touched me that way.

I'll kill him.

No.

WHAT?

I want to. She gave him a small smile and sat on the edge of his desk. "Why do I feel drawn to you, Tom?"

"Magic?"

"I'm serious!"

"So am I. Have you ever heard of a soul bond? I've been drawn to you since the tournament."

She shook her head in the negative.

"Well, you can read the books I have on it tomorrow. For now, let Narcissa finish healing you and then we can all go to bed for the night."

Tom groaned as Violet went back into the section of ball gowns the shop carried. Stupid muggles. He, Lucius and Draco had all been forced to accompany Violet and Narcissa.

'Well, the other two were forced. No one forced me to do anything. Ever. I'm the Dark Lord. I don't do sappy so no one can force me to do anything.'

"Tom, what do you think?" She spun slowly in a very beautiful floor-length Slytherin green ball gown the was low-cut enough to show off her lovely endowments. Tom's throat went dry and he just nodded.

'Maybe I can be forced to do a few things.'

Violet was joining the Death Eater meeting. He had to prepare for that. He didn't know what he was supposed to prepare though. He felt like he was forgetting something.

It wasn't a wand. They had gotten a custom made, non tracked wand in Knockturn Alley a few days ago.

It wasn't to kiss her good morning. They had been doing that ever since she had begun living at the Manor a month ago.

It wasn't her birthday. That was Saturday and this was Wednesday.

'Dammit, I know it was something important. Hell.'

Violet came down in black robes that were very clearly of the highest quality and cut to mold to her like a second skin in the chest and waist and flare slightly at her hips. Around her neck was the emerald choker he had given her. Her black hair that usually hung loose to her waist was up in some braided thing she'd had an elf do. Her shoes were black stillettos. He had no idea what she wore under the robes, but imagined it was likely something she shouldn't be.

He held a mask out to her. Unlike the usual Death Eaters who had a silver mask, hers was a Slytherin green that she had demanded to have. It also had black celtic designs all over it. She smiled and put it on with a simple sticking charm. Then she skipped away and into the meeting room.

He wouldn't enter until he knew everyone was inside. He'd worry about leaving her in there alone, but he knew she couldn't handle herself.

AN: Next chapter will begin at the DE meeting. I realize this all seems quite quick. I alluded to a soul bond. The ease of their relationship with be explained more in coming chapters. If I tried to explain it this soon, nothing about this story would flow. At all. Thank you and please review.