AN: Just so you know, this was inspired by The Reign of Kellyn Wood by Off Dreaming. And the James Potter I refer to is Harry's son, not his dad. Just to clear that up. :D

... Oh, and James is married to Stella.

Violet rolled over and off her bed, onto the floor. "Mpff," she groaned, scrunching up her eyes.

"Oh, good, you're up." Violet squinted at her father, James Potter, who had entered her room. He was standing over her, a smirk on his face. "Don't look at me like that Vi. The Hogwarts Express leaves in three hours."

"Oh, crap!" exclaimed Violet, leaping up. "I'm not packed properly either!" She tried to move in the direction of her trunk, and failed, falling down again. It turned out she was still wrapped up in her sheets. "Shit. And don't laugh at me!"

"I'm not. Good luck finding your things, a little birdy told me that Charles has hidden most of them. Something about revenge was mentioned. I'm so glad he's following in my footsteps. Ah, well." With that, her dad exited her room. Seconds later, he popped his head back around her door. "Oh, and, watch your language."

"Dad! I'm fifteen! And get out of my room!"

"OK, OK, I'm going!"

Violet rolled her eyes. She disentangled herself from her sheets and changed out of her pyjamas. She walked over to the mirror, examining herself. Today was virtually the same as every other day. She still had her dark brown, almost black, shoulder length hair, the same amount of freckles, lightly flecking her slightly tanned skin. Violet sighed, at least my eyes are a nice green today, she thought, referring to her ever changing eye colour. It tended to be green and blue colours, but sometimes they'd go bright pink, or some other weird colour, for no reason. She turned around and headed for her door. Just as she was walking out to go downstairs, she bumped into her brother, Charlie, who was in his 3rd year at Hogwarts this year. He tried to move around her, but she moved too, blocking him. "Dad said something about you hiding my stuff," she said, her tone dangerous. "I suggest that everything reappear in my room by the time I've finished breakfast, Charles, or your trunk might just end up in the thorn bush. Got it?"

"My name's Charlie-"

"I know your name's Charlie. So?"

"So what?"

"Ugh, it's like talking to a wall," said Violet, rolling her eyes. "Look. Make sure all my stuff is back in my room, or your stuff's going missing too."

"Ohh, now I get it."

"Yeah, finally. I'm hungry, I need to eat," she said, letting her brother pass and walking downstairs into the kitchen.

"Morning lovely," sang her mum, Stella, as she waltzed around the kitchen.

"Good morning mum."

"What do you want, omelette , toast, bacon?"

"Toast is fine."

"Yay, that means I get to use the new toaster!"

"Who gets to use the new toaster?" asked James, taking a seat at the table.

"I do!"

"Mum, it's just a toaster."

"And, your point is...?"

"Muum, that's my line."

"I know," said Stella, smiling mischievously. "So, how do I use it again?"

"Use what? The toaster?"

"What else?"

"Weell, you asked me how to work the television the other day. We've had it for three months."

"And we've had the toaster for a week!" cried Stella exasperatedly. "I'm not up to date with all this Muggle technology!"

"Dad knows how to use it."

"Don't bring me into this!"

Violet sighed dramatically and stomped over to her mother. "Bread?" she said, holding her hand out.

"Bread," said her mother, handing it over promptly. "Next?"

"Get the toaster out and plug it in."

"Uhm..."

"In the power point!"

"Right! I got this!" Violet watched her mother as she grabbed the toaster and shoved the power cord in.

"You do know how entertaining this is, don't you dear?"

"Dad, don't interrupt her! She's on a roll."

"I am?" squealed her mother happily. Violet just looked at her. "I am. Right. Now what's next?"

Violet handed the bread back to her. "Now put the piece into one of the slots, and push the little lever thingy down." She watched her mother's eyes widen as the toaster made a sort of 'tchzing!' noise when she pushed the lever.

"Remind me how you know all these things?"

"My friend Alice is muggle-born. I went to her house for a couple of days last Christmas."

"Yeah, she did, I remember. Three Vi-free days, it was so peaceful," interjected Charlie, walking into the room.

"And who, may I ask, invited you to join this conversation?"

"Myself."

"I thought as much."

"Guys! Shh! Charlie, get some breakfast. Violet, go usptairs and re-pack while you wait for your toast."

Violet shot a glare at Charlie. "Only if he has put all my things back."

"Don't get your wand in a knot! Everything is in your room!"

"It better be, midget."

"You cant talk."

"Yeah? Well neither can you!" she snarled. And with that, Violet marched upstairs to her room. "Damn," she breathed, upon seeing her stuff back. "The maggot was right."

She started to repack her stuff; Charlie had taken most of her robes' and uniform, as well as her poster of the Weird Sisters, her charm necklace, and a few other things. She got her new broom, a Firebolt II, and put it carefully on top. Just as she was snapping shut the locks on her trunk, her black and ginger cat Hyde slunk in, a content look on his face. "What have you been doing, chasing next-doors terrier, or something?" The look on Hyde's face told Violet that she'd hit the nail on the head. "I have a bonkers cat, eccentric mother, Quidditch nut father, and midget brother for a family, but we scrub up pretty well, in my opinion," she said, fondly stroking Hyde as she spoke. "Now, into your basket, we're leaving in an hour." Her cat just looked at her, as if to say he had much better things he could do in an hour than lay in a cat basket. Like terrorising the family of mice in the kitchen, for example. "Oh fine then, shoo," she said, trying not to laugh. SHe picked up a small box of owl treats that Hyde had been sitting on. "Oi, Mandrake-face! Artemis is going to be awful hungry on the train ride!" she called down the stairs.

"How'd you figure that?" came the voice of Charlie from the kitchen.

"Because Hyde was sitting on her owl treats!"

"I knew I left them somewhere! Bring them down will you, your toast is ready!"

Violet rolled her eyes for what felt to be the thousandth time this morning and walked back downstairs. "Think fast, Keeper wannabe," she said, pegging the owl treats at her brother.

"Oi, just because you're a Chaser doesn't give you the right to peg stuff straight at me!"

"Does so."

"Children!" Both heads swung around to face their father.

"Since when do you call us, 'children'?" inquired Violet.

"Since now, and now on whenever you're arguing."

"But we weren't arguing," protested Charlie.

"Bloody sounded like it," muttered James under his breath. "Oh, Vi, here's your toast. Heads up."

"Thanks, dad."

I know it's a little short, but I've got heaps of ideas for the next chapter. Please review!