Disclaimer: I own nothing except the lovely OCs, Violet and Will.

For those of you who don't know, Violet Potter is my OC and she's Harry's twin sister. I know, I know. It's horribly clichéd, but give me a chance. Check out my story, Violet (alas, it's as of yet unfinished) if you'd like. This is a little oneshot I wrote as a companion piece to the main story about Violet changing as she grows up.

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At nine, Violet Potter was a tiny, pale girl who buried herself in books to escape from the horror of her aunt and uncle. She would crawl into her brother's bed at night when her tears wouldn't stop, or when the nightmares filled with bright green light refused to let her sleep.

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At eleven, Violet Potter was still short; a serious girl with a slow, rare smileand startling courage. Her eyes were perpetually wide (and widening) behind the round frames of her glasses at the new world of magic and wonder unfolding around her.

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At thirteen, Violet Potter had grudgingly accepted that she would never be taller than her brother. She grew loud and witty and charming, and mouthed off too much, and boys began to notice how pretty she was behind her specs, with her bright eyes and spray of freckles. She began to frown instead of smile when people gushed about how much she resembled her father, but oh yes, with Lily's eyes.

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At fifteen, Violet Potter cut her own hair, an ebony bob that ended in a severe line at her chin. She kissed boys in broom cupboards and laid awake at night, dreading what she might see if she fell asleep. Her hands shook as she picked up the morning paper, scanning the Ministry's lies for any deaths.

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At seventeen, Violet Potter had almost completely stopped smiling. She traced her fingers along the footsteps of those she loved on the Marauder's Map and gritted her teeth against the pain that sliced through her skull. Once, for one awful, desperate moment, she wished she were dead. But then she remembered all the people who fought, who had died for her. She wouldn't give up, because she was a Gryffindor, and because however dark it might seem, there was always light somewhere in the world. There was light in playing chess with Ron, in laughing with Hermione, in kissing Will. In taking Harry's hand when they find their mother's letter. There was always light.

That's all folks! Please drop a review if you are so inclined. Xx