Disclaimer: I own nothing from Harry Potter. I only own the plot line and Violet.

A/N: Hello again! I'm glad to be back!! Okay so I know the other story's not quite finished but it will be soon. I promise it will be soon!! I hope you enjoy the new story!

Chapter One: First Encounters

Harry Potter strolled into the Great Hall flanked by his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He waved to people and made his way towards the Gryffindor table. He settled down next to Neville while Ron and Hermione sat across from him.

"Hey Neville, how's it going?" he said, an easy grin spreading across his face.

"Pretty good. You ready for the match versus Slytherin tomorrow?" Neville replied reaching for the toast.

"I think I can handle the Slytherins," Harry said as he piled his plate high.

"Yeah. Malfoy may have a more expensive broom, but Harry's got skill. Malfoy doesn't stand a chance," Ron spoke, his mouth full of food. Harry grinned at his best friend. Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's lack of manners.

"Really now, Weasel. I think Potter here doesn't stand a chance. Especially not on that broken old broom he's riding. Seems his godfather can't afford any better than your pathetic family then," a voice said from behind Harry. Harry turned to see Draco Malfoy and his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle behind him. With a glance at Ron's reddening face, Harry spoke up.

"Shut up, Malfoy. We'll see who is better tomorrow. Now leave."

"I don't take orders from the likes of you, Potter. Just because your Mudblood mother didn't raise you to know you're beneath me doesn't mean-"he stopped as Harry stood abruptly, his green eyes flashing. Malfoy froze in fear as he saw Harry's eyes glow an Avada Kedavra green. This was the man who had defeated the Dark Lord. He trembled slightly as Potter towered over him with an impressive force.

"I said shut up and leave, Malfoy. If I have to repeat myself, it will not be pleasant." Harry's voice rippled with danger and his eyes promised vengeance. Magic crackled around him. Malfoy took an involuntary step backwards before catching himself. He quickly plastered a sneer on his face.

"I'll see you on the field, Potter," he said before beating a hasty retreat. Harry slowly sank back down into his seat before turning to continue his breakfast. He noticed most of the table staring at him.

"What?" he questioned aloud.

"That was the scariest yet coolest thing I have ever seen," Ron answered, his voice filled with awe, "You just completely shut down Malfoy. I haven't seen him leave that fast ever. That was some show of power, Harry."

"Oh that. Well, he was getting on my nerves, and I don't appreciate people insulting my friends and family. I destroyed Voldemort. Malfoy is the least of my worries." They all laughed and finished breakfast.

"Come on. We don't want to be late to Potions," Hermione stated. Most of the Gryffindor seventh years stood and they made their way to class. After a brutal class with Snape, Harry and Ron had a free period while Hermione went off to Arithmancy. They were halfway through a game of Exploding Snap when Harry remembered that he had left his DADA book in Potions. He told Ron and headed off to the dungeons to retrieve his book. He was almost there when he rounded a corner and collided with a stack of books. Books went flying as well as the person carrying them and Harry. Everything landed with a solid thump. Harry looked up to see a tiny black girl sprawled on the floor surrounded by books. He stood quickly and began gathering her things.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I…was…going…" he finished slowly as the girl lifted her head. Beautiful pools of violet captured him. He had never seen eyes such a gorgeous shade before. He found himself incapable of speech as she rose off the floor. She snatched her glasses off the floor and put them back on concealing the depths of her eyes. Harry barely had time to refocus before she started talking.

"You should really pay attention to where you're going. What if it had been a first year? Someone could have been hurt. Just because you think you own these halls, does not mean that you can disregard other people's safety." Her voice rang with censure. Harry was stunned. No one (other than Voldemort) had ever spoken to him with such disdain. She continued.

"No where you had to go was important enough to risk harming others. Aren't you the hero?"

"Um…I…that is…" Harry stammered still shocked.

"Are you always this articulate?" she asked, one eyebrow rose mockingly. Harry blushed before anger filled him. Who did this girl think she was berating him in such a fashion? He continued gathering the spilled books as he spoke.

"Look, I said I was sorry. What more do you want?"

"I want you to be cautious instead of acting like you're some kind of god. Other people walk these halls. Remember that." And with that, she took her books from him and walked off. Harry stood there too stunned to move. Slowly, he made his way to the Potion's classroom, got his book, and made his way back to Gryffindor Tower. Ron waved him over to sit with him, Seamus, Dean, and Neville.

"Hey Harry!" Seamus said enthusiastically. Harry dazedly strolled over and sat between him and Dean.

"You okay mate?" Dean asked. Harry shrugged before heaving a sigh.

"Do you guys think I act like a hero? Like I'm some kind of god?" Harry asked. They all looked at him before laughing hysterically.

"Of course you act like a hero! You are one!" Ron exclaimed.

"Potter, you are most definitely some kind of god. Trust me, everyone wants a piece of you," Seamus said winking at him.

"Seriously, do you think I'm arrogant?"

"Not really. I mean sure everyone's a little arrogant. So what if you're a little more arrogant than most? You saved the world! And besides, you're nowhere near Malfoy," Dean said.

"I think you exude confidence, Harry. Maybe some people consider it arrogance, but you're just comfortable with who you are," Neville added. Harry smiled at them.

"Thanks guys. That means a lot."

"So what brought that on?" Neville asked.

"Nothing. We should get going. Don't want to be late to DADA. Lupin won't forgive us." They all nodded, Neville giving Harry a concerned look. Had someone said something to Harry? He wondered. Pondering this he followed the rest out. They strolled into class and took their seats. Harry greeted others, sneered at Malfoy, and turned to face the front. As he turned a familiar form caught his attention. It was the girl from earlier! What was she doing here?!

"Hey Ron, who's that girl sitting over there?" he whispered, pointing to her. Ron looked over and shrugged.

"That's Violet Velocity. She's in our year in Gryffindor. You've never seen her before?" Hermione answered, sitting down next to Harry.

"No. I ran into her in the hall and wondered who she was. So how come we've never seen her?" Harry responded.

"Probably because she's really quiet and tends to keep to herself. If you two ever set foot in the library, you'd have seen her by now." Ron snorted and rolled his eyes when Hermione turned around. Harry grinned. He gave the girl, Violet, another glance before turning around to pay attention to the lecture.

A/N: Hope you liked it! R&R!!