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A/N: This is the sequel to Royal Violets. This prologue is merely an introduction to people who have not read the other story (which you should probably do first). You may skip this if you already know what happened to lovely Violet to this point :)
Also, I'd like you to keep in mind that english is not my native language. I'm trying really hard with grammar etc, so if you see some major errors feel free to tell me.
A year had passed. 365 days. Exactly a year since she had been dragged out of the orphanage, out of France. Dragged to a place where a war was starting. And she had stayed, stayed because there were so many reasons holding her here. The story how she had come to be right where she was in that very moment was a miracle to herself. As if somebody had just copied it out of a novel and pasted her name in it, instead of the protagonist's one. It wasn't out of a happy novel that was for sure, more out of a drama and it did not quite have a happy ending to it either. It was a pity that in the novel wasn't a heroine, not even a hero. Only her, a clumsy, awkward looking girl with a lot of resemblance to an overgrown bat or spider, hardly a heroine. She didn't even do heroic things. She was just dragged along. By the Malfoy's first because they had thought she was the offshoot of the pure evil, Voldemort. Then, when she had nearly died meeting him, she had been dragged into the Order of the Phoenix's headquarter, only to find out that her actual father was Severus Snape. That should have been enough for a lifetime of confusion and irritation, but a tiny accident of her at Hogwarts had brought so much more out of the darkness than she had expected there was. A tiny trip had just sufficed to reveal the whole truth. A tiny trip and the wrong, or rather right things in the hands of the right boy had forced her father to tell the whole truth.
Violet sighed and looked out the window. The sky outside had turned into a faint pink, twilight was hitting soon and she was tired thinking about the year lying back from her. A year with enough trouble and sudden revelations to last for a lifetime. Being Harry Potter's older half-sister though would probably mean more trouble, seeing what he had already done in five years of school. Regardless Violet had decided to stay with him. Even it would mean that at the end it would come down to actually fight Lord Voldemort with him, she would do. She had promised him to be by his side no matter what and she took her promises pretty serious. Funnily enough Violet was hardly worried about the war. It didn't bug her at all, if she had to fight she'd fight, there would finally be a purpose in her life. What she really worried about was the fact that she was in love with the wrong person. That she didn't even care about the evil surrounding him, but was actually convinced that he suffered. Her weakness wasn't physical, not about her skills or anything like that. She could be the best dueler in the bunch of Hogwarts student's as long as she knew she'd never hurt him.