Violet, who was reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix for the first time, was interrupted by a musical sound from her computer. She pulled her laptop towards her and checked her messages;

HarryMione4Evah: How far r u?

She typed:

VoldieIsLove: Snapes Worst Memory lolz u?

HarryMione4Evah: ha! Im done!11:does done dance:P

VoldieIsLove: shutup! i cant wait to see what Voldie does

HarryMione4Evah: u r so sick i cant beleive you liek him

VoldieIsLove: ur just jealous, mudblood. Now leave me alone I have to read

She shut the screen of her computer down and returned to her reading. As she settled back with her book, Violet thought, I wish I could really meet Voldemort. With a loud crack sound she was gone.

Violet landed hard on her ass.

"What the--?"

"What is this?" hissed a cold voice.

Violet looked up. There was a skeletal, impossibly pale man in a hooded robe standing in the center of a circle of hooded people.

"I think—I think it's a side effect of the spell," said a mousy man with a silver hand.

Recognition slowly dawned on Violet's face.

"No way! You're really Voldemort, aren't you?"

"You are impertinent," said Voldemort, "is that how you address a lord? May I assume from your shirt that you are from my House, Impertinent One?"

Violet was wearing a home-made shirt that said "Slytherin Princess."

"No, Sir," Violet stuttered, "I've never been to Hogwarts before, I never even knew it was real."

Voldemort's brow furrowed.

"A filthy muggle summoned to me? But how do you know who I am?" he asked.

"Well, there are books written about you--children's books really. Everyone knows—we—that is to say muggles--we really like these books," Violet stammered.

"Do not lie to me!" said Voldemort. "Lying muggle! Crucio!"

Violet crumpled to the floor again in the worst pain she had ever felt in her life.

When she regained her composure she spoke.

"But, I love you! I feel bad for you, I think you're really misunderstood! You just need someone to love—"

"Lord Voldemort needs no one, just his loyal followers," he indicated the circle. "And you will see the extent of my mercy. Lucius, get rid of this thing."

"With pleasure, My Lord," said a hooded figure.

Violet frantically looked to where the sound of Lucius's voice came from.

"Avada kedavra!"

The last thing she saw was a green light rushing towards her.