Prologue

"She's finally turned up," Minerva McGonagall said to Neville Longbottom in the headmaster's office of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Are you sure she's a witch?" Neville asked.

"I'm positive, she'll be getting her letter this year."

"Are you sure she should come to Hogwarts?"

"She must. It has been told in the prophecy."

"Things are just beginning to settle down since Voldemort. I don't know if parents will like it. Especially Harry. Isn't it his other boy's first year?"

"Yes, but we can keep this a secret."

"Harry ought to know."

"Potter will be told."

"I don't understand, though. How is it even possible for him to have a descendent?"

"Voldemort had a father named Tom Riddle. Before Voldemort killed poor Tom Riddle, Riddle had had another child, named Tom Riddle. The boy stayed was raised by a single mother and later on married a Squib. He and the Squib had another boy named Tom Riddle. This last Tom Riddle married a young witch, who has recently passed away, and gave birth to this girl. Her name is Violet Riddle."

"Are you prepared for her arrival?"

"Only as prepared as I can be, I don't know what to expect."

"Does the girl's father know about –"

"We don't know yet. We're sending out two wizards to make sure the letter is accepted."

"Who?"

"The Weasleys."

Longbottom nodded. The headmistress stood from her chair and walked towards him.

"I want you to keep an eye on Violet while she's here," McGonagall told him.

"I will," Longbottom replied.

"Off you go, now, there's still much to do."

McGonagall sat back down in her chair after Longbottom left. After all that the magical world had been through, she really hoped this Violet Riddle wouldn't be too much for them to handle.