A/N: Welcome to Harry Potter land, where Mouldy Voldy is not only NOT Mouldy but NOT Voldy. Simply Tom the coronor.

Disclaimer: Most characters belong to JKR. Then there are those that belong to anyavioletta, from The Good Morrow, Death By Champagne and The Voice Mail Morrow. Then there are those that are MIIIIINE!!!!

FHP

- CHAPTER ONE -

The Journey from Platform Nine and Three Quarters

Violet Potter looked around the station excitedly, eyes darting about; trying to absorb all that was around her. Finally she took a deep breath, satisfied with her intake, and turned around to face her father.

"I'm going, too," she said decisively, looking him dead in the eye.

"You know you can't, baby, you're too young," Violet's eyes narrowed dangerously and her father rethought his words; "Remember when you wanted to go to Muggle school, and you were going to just walk in and go?"

"Yes, dad, I remember. You stopped me," she said. Obviously the memory still didn't sit well with her.

"Remember what I said would happen if you went?" he pressed on.

"You said they'd just send me home again." Her eyes widened in understanding, "Oh."

"Don't worry, baby, you only have a year, then you can go. And while you wait you can spend time with the other kids? Aren't you going to miss them when you leave?"

"Yeah, I guess. But I want to go see Hogwarts; I want to visit, now." Violet looked over at the train again, and her father tightened his grip around her, preparing for her squirming.

"Where's Sirius?" he muttered, his sharp hazel eyes scanning the rest of the station from behind his glasses.

"James, darling, look!" his wife, Lily Potter, called out to him. Sure enough there were five figures emerging from the mist, two tall and three short.

"James, how are you?" asked one of his best friends, Helen Black. But he pushed right past her and made his way to her husband.

"Here," he said urgently, handing his daughter to Sirius Black.

"Uncle Padfoot!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms lovingly around his neck.

"Hey, Violet, how's my best girl?" Helen raised an eyebrow at him and pointed to their two daughters who were currently looking at the train, "I mean- my best girl that isn't related to me." Helen pointed at herself now. "I mean- how's my favourite niece?" His wife nodded in approval.

"Like that's saying much, Uncle Padfoot. But I'll tell you a secret," Violet cupped her hands around his ear and stage whispered, "You're my very favourite Uncle. I like you best; more than Uncle Moony and Uncle Vernon and Uncle Sev and definitely more than Uncle Wormtail." Sirius frowned at this.

"What's wrong with Peter?" he asked her.

"He's really... weird." Violet didn't want to say anymore, not without speaking to her brother first. "Where's Lesa?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Here I am, here I am!" chimed the voice of five-year-old Lesa Black.

"Quick, quick," Violet called, "Come up here!" Lesa jumped about, arms raised, waiting for her father to lift her up.

"Here," offered Helen, lifting her daughter into her husband's arms. Violet turned and glared at her. In a way, it was kind of their thing; when the two were around Sirius, they would shoot each other looks and fight for his attention, but when he was absent they became the best of friends that an Aunt and her niece could possibly become.

After Sirius had arranged them so they were all comfortable, the two girls chatted animatedly like little girls do.

"I wish we could go to Hogwarts," Lesa said wistfully. "Together. But you're going next year with Anka," she accused.

"I wish I could go now, with Ry. You're going to be alone when you go," She commented thoughtfully. Lesa's lower lip started quivering and Violet looked at her in shock, realising that Lesa hadn't thought about this.

"Oh, look, Sirius, it's the Weasleys!" Helen said pleasantly to him, "We should go over and say hello, we haven't seen then since before Lesa. They've got another child that I don't remember."

"I wouldn't be surprised; Weasleys breed like rabbits," Sirius muttered under his breath. Violet looked at him curiously, about to ask a question, but he shushed her, calming her with a wink.

"Molly, how have you been?" Helen said politely.

"Oh, hello, Helen. Sirius. Lily, James, nice to see you two here as well! I daresay you're bringing young Harry, am I right?"

"Yes, of course. Harry, you remember Mrs. Weasley, don't you?" Harry shyly shook his head. Suddenly, Violet was struggling in Sirius' arms, trying to get down but simply drawing attention to herself.

"And this must be Anka and Lesa, yes?" Mrs. Weasley smiled brightly at Violet and Lesa.

"Nope," Sirius responded, popping the 'p', "Here, James, take your kid." He walked over to his best friend letting him take Violet out of his arms. Violet let herself be passed over but then squirmed, trying to get down. James conceded and his daughter immediately ran to Harry, who took her by the hand.

"Oh, I see. Well, you know my lot, I hope," she pointed at the eldest; "That's Percy, fifth year. He's a Gryffindor Prefect. The twins, Fred and George, they are third years, on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Ron, he's just starting this year, like Harry, and my only daughter, Ginny, starting next year."

Violet shyly approached Ginny while the parents continued chatting.

"I'm starting next year too," she said, then realised that Ginny was crying. "What's wrong?"

"I wanna go now!" the girl wailed, her brown eyes big. She suddenly stopped, "You have hair like me."

"I do not!" Violet rebuffed. Ginny started crying again and Violet rolled her eyes, getting sick of the cry baby, fast. She noticed the twins laughing about something and headed in their direction.

"Hello, young'n!" one of the twins said.

"You two are tall," she paused, looking briefly at her parents, before beckoning the silent twin closer. He bent over to listen and Violet wrapped her arms around his neck whispering, "Lift me up."

He did as was told and the twins spent the next few minutes amusing her with various jokes.

"Oi, Fred, George, you getting on the train? You'll never believe what I've got!" a dark boy with dreadlocks called out to them.

"Yeah, coming, Lee! Family stuff!" the one that was holding her called out, simultaneously putting her down.

"It's Violet, yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, Violet Potter, we'll see you next year." They tipped their imaginary hats to her.

"Goodbye Fred," she said to the one who had been holding her, "George," she said to the other, before skipping off to her brother.

"Ry," she whined softly, "I don't want you to go without me."

"I don't want to either, Vi, but I'll be here at Christmas and Easter and then it'll be summer and before you know it you and Anka will be on the train with me!" Violet pondered this for a moment before agreeing; she would have a year to tie up loose ends with her Muggle friends before going to Hogwarts with her brother. "Don't be sad, Vi." Violet looked up at her brother and gave him a big hug. When she pulled back she was grinning.

"Make sure they know who you are, Ry," she instructed, "And make sure they know I'm coming." She winked at him and they laughed.

"And I'll have to warn them all about Anka; if she catches them by surprise they might want to leave Hogwarts!" The siblings laughed together until they heard an angry, "Hey!" from behind them. Turning they saw Anka looking furious. Harry and Violet took an involuntary step back.

"Kids," said a serene voice, "Play nice, OK?"

"Uncle Moony!" cried out Harry. Violet grinned happily but did not go to greet him as she had with Sirius.

"Peter and I came to see you off," Remus Lupin said, smiling at the children of his best friend. Harry and Violet's faces blanched and they quickly grabbed Anka by the hand and hid behind her mother.

"What do you two want?" she demanded waspishly.

"Uncle Wormtail is here!" Harry said urgently. All anger drained from Anka's face and her eyes widened in shock.

"Why?" she asked. Violet was about to come up with some reasons, but then they heard a voice.

"Helen, beautiful as always. How are you?"

"Fine, fine, Peter," she responded in a friendly tone.

"Oh, and look who it is!" Peter said, peering around Helen to look at the three children. He leant forward, about to pick up Harry, when Lily's voice called out.

"OK, everyone; time for Harry to get on the train!" Violet and Anka frowned, each grabbing one of Harry's hands. The boy in question sighed and walked towards the rest of his family, dragging his sister and best friend along with him.

"You have to write every day," Violet said.

"To both of us," Anka added.

"If one of us gets a letter and the other doesn't, expect a Howler," Violet warned, scared he would only communicate with Anka, who was secretly Harry's girlfriend. "And if I don't get a letter at least once a week, I'll tell Uncle Padfoot about you and Anka." Anka's eyes widened in shock and fear.

"You wouldn't dare," Harry said, assuming his sister was bluffing.

"Try me," she warned, her eyes flashing dangerously. Harry audibly gulped.

"OK, time for goodbyes," Lily said, sobbing into her husband's shoulder.

"Aw, mum..." Harry blushed at her display, but hugged her just the same. He hugged his father next, then his godparents and the other various people who had come to see him off. He hugged Alphie, then Lesa and finally turned to Anka and Violet, who had been waiting apprehensively. Violet pushed Anka forward first.

"Don't forget about me, OK?" They embraced and Harry gave Anka a sneaky kiss on the cheek. Tears started pouring down her cheeks and she ran into her mother's arms. Violet approached her brother sadly.

"Remember; you've promised."

"Yeah, yeah." Harry gave his sister a winning smile which faltered at the miserable look on her face. "Vi, I'll miss you most, you know?" Violet hugged her brother and they stayed silent during their goodbye. Finally, James broke them apart, telling Harry it was time to go.

Harry got on the train, now avoiding looking at both Violet and Anka, who watched, holding hands.

As the train pulled away, they both shook as if to run with it, but held their ground, gripping each other's hands like lifelines. They watched as Ginny ran to the end of the platform, where the train turned the corner.

"He's really gone," Anka breathed.

"Three months and two weeks," Violet sighed, "then he'll be back."

"I'm not looking forward to going to school with her," Anka said, talking about Ginny.

"Neither, but I'm sure Harry won't like her either," Violet replied confidently. Harry would never like someone so... annoying, in her opinion.

Violet didn't speak to anyone that night but Anka, requesting that she stay the night. In the middle of the night, the two girls snuck out of their room and into Harry's, looking around curiously, even though they had been there many times before. They looked at it differently now; with fresh eyes.

"I have an idea," whispered Violet. She beckoned Anka and showed her a collection of trinkets that Harry had shown off numerous times. Anka smiled and picked one that had always been her favourite; a silver ring that had a pretty pattern carved into it. She put it on her ring finger, happily imaging herself and Harry married, but decided to move it to her middle finger, where it fitted better. Violet, however, was creating her own; she had found various letters and charms to put on a gold chain she had discovered. She pulled out a golden V, a bronze flower and a silver H, smiling to herself as she put on the necklace.

The two girls smiled at each other and snuggled into Harry's bed, feeling closer to their favourite person as they drifted off to sleep.

To clear up confusion, characters introduced:

Violet Lily Potter - MINE. Vi. James and Lily's first daughter. (Youngest)
James Potter - JKRs. Prongs.
Sirius Black - JKRs. Padfoot.
Lily Potter (née Evans) - JKRs.
Helen Black (née Asteria) - ANYAs. Sirius' wife. From The Good Morrow, Death By Champagne and The Voice Mail Morrow.
Remus Lupin - JKRs. Moony.
Vernon Dursley - JKRs. Mentioned only.
Severus Snape - JKRs. Sev. Mentioned only.
Peter Pettigrew - JKRs. Wormtail.
Lesa Sarin Black - MINE. Sirius and Helen's second daughter. (Youngest) (UPDATE: Was previously Lena [After Helen]. Now Lesa, edited form of Lesath, after the star.)
Anka Leda Black - ANYAs. Sirius and Helen's first daughter. (Eldest) From The Good Morrow, Death By Champagne and The Voice Mail Morrow.
Harry James Potter - JKRs. Ry. (Eldest)
Alphard Black - ANYAs. Alphie. Sirius and Helen's first son. (Middle) From The Voice Mail Morrow (vaguely mentioned in Death By Champagne).
Molly Weasley (née Prewett) - JKRs.
Percy Ignatius Weasley - JKRs. Prefect.
Fred Weasley - JKRs. Beater.
George Weasley - JKRs. Beater.
Ronald Bilius Weasley - JKRs. Ron.
Ginerva Molly Weasley - JKRs. Ginny.
Lee Jordan - JKRs.

There are pictures on my profile that will be updated throughout the fic. Everytime I mention a dress or w/e I'll usually post a link to a picture of it on my profile.

Ok, you probably all think I'm a psycho, but I am REALLY into this!

Love,

Sace