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Both Violet and Tom were extremely pleased with the next several weeks' events. Severus was now a valuable ally, as were the Malfoy Family. Before leaving the Dursley's, the Potions Master had agreed to help teach her to control her Telepathy, and to contact both Lord and Lady Malfoy to help as well with her Gifts. He had been shocked to learn she had inherited five natural gifts, but more than willing to help her receive proper training for each. She of course didn't tell him exactly what each Gift was, but the mention of Narcissa, her husband, and possibly her sisters were sort of giveaway.
They communicated via owl at first, with many books being sent to her as a belated birthday gift, along with many high quality potions and creams to help repair the damage done to her body by the muggles. Something she was extremely grateful for, as she had not been happy about the prospect of going to Hogwarts as a tiny little scarred up mess. The altered and perfected remedies allowed her to return to a healthy weight, and remove all of her scars in no time. She had been planning on brewing the potions herself, but there was only so much she could do on her own being so young, something that often irritated her companion.
He had then set her up a correspondence with Lady Malfoy, who she insisted Violet call her Aunt Cissa, as they were family. The formidable woman had also felt the need to purchase her a beautiful diamond and amethyst hair pin, the amethysts forming several delicate violets. It was a very thoughtful gift, and the first piece of jewelry she had ever owned. Actually, the books from Severus and the hair clip had been the first anything she had ever received for her birthday since her parents had been alive, and even then she had only been one.. She couldn't be happier as both of the older Malfoys also happily agreed to teach her to control her Black inherited Gifts, and her Telepathy as soon as possible. They even insisted she join them over the Yule holiday break from school, as she had never celebrated it properly before.
Lord Malfoy had also graciously gifted her a young, yet slightly batty, house elf by the name of Dobby. He stayed at Grimmauld Place with her other elf, Kreacher, who was quite old, and if possible even more insane than the other. He had been quite violent at first but after reassuring him he could keep all of his old master and mistress' things, he had practically worshiped the ground she walked on and taken up the role as the Black Family's head elf with both vigor and pride, determined to show the new elf the proper ways to take care of such a prestigious home. She had been thrilled when both elves turned out to be a godsend, their cooking was superb, and they always made sure her mail arrived on time and were free of anything harmful. Not to mention they were both absolutely obsessed with making sure she had everything she would ever need, and were both looking forward to serving her.
The young Malfoy Heir had also began to write to her, though it was mostly expressing his excitement over having another family member close to his age, and promises to watch out for her during their school year. He was technically the oldest between them, so it seemed he had taken the protective older cousin role very seriously. He also promised to introduce her to a few of his friends when they met on the train, explaining that they were trustworthy allies and from powerful families.
The Potter Heiress was very excited to meet other people, especially ones that had such good connections in the wizarding world. But mostly ones who were from old, Dark and Neutral families instead of the blindingly Light families Dumblefuck would likely be pushing her towards. Tom had been delighted as well, stating that she was already starting to build connections and forming her Inner Circle. Violet had simply rolled her eyes, and calmly stated that he was the Dark Lord here, not her. He had remained quiet after that, but she could feel his smugness regardless.
The weeks went by and before she knew it September 1st was closing in, and she was ready to start her first year at Hogwarts. Her home at Grimmauld had been like a dream come true, and she had wasted little time inviting both Severus and the Malfoys over for a visit as soon as she had moved in. Within the first week, she had her first ever lessons in both her Warrior Instinct, and Necromancy Magics from Narcissa, much to her pleasure, as well as a duo lesson from both Lucius and Severus with helping her to control her Telepathy. They were each more than thrilled to see she had already made progress in each, and had shown her many ways to improve them, and to sneak less than legal tomes into Hogwarts to continue to learn more about them.
Severus, whom she had taken to call Father, as he continued to act as a parental figure, and her Uncle Lucius had both informed her that she was not under any circumstances to allow herself to be sorted into Gryffindor. She had simply scoffed, and assured them she would never be sorted into such a house, regardless of whether or not she descended from Godric Gryffindor. They had both been pleased, but neither more so than Draco, who had quickly become a close brother figure to her. He had been terrified she would be forced into Slytherin's rival House, and had to be given a calming draught the day of their departure to Hogwarts.
Violet had of course taken the Knight Bus to King's Cross, and met with her new family just before they entered the Platform. Each of them had their Slytherin masks over their face as they said their goodbyes, but she didn't miss the fond looks the older Malfoys had given them just as they stepped onto the train.
The two Black descendants spoke animatedly to one another about their time spent training together as they found an empty compartment towards the back of the train, Draco of course insisting on placing her trunk in the overhead bin like a proper gentleman. It didn't take long for the friends her cousin had mentioned to find them, and she was quickly introduced. There was only two other girls in the group besides her, the rest were boys. They were each observing her with critical eyes.
It wasn't difficult for her mind to connect the descriptions Draco had given her to the faces before her. Both girls were pretty in their own way, but were also complete opposites. One dark haired, hazel eyed, tanned and curvy, the other blonde, with icy blue eyes, pale skin, and a petite frame. Pansy Parkinson had been described as deceitfully airheaded, and superficial, yet in reality she was quite intelligent, observant and practical. While the blonde, Daphne, had been described as cold and aloof to outsiders, though she apparently showed her true colors among friends as being a kind, thoughtful and just as much a bookworm as Violet herself was. Both girls were said to be gossip queens, and obsessed with fashion and their appearance, but were also quite magically powerful, and could turn quite vicious towards those that threaten them or their friends or family. Both chose to hide their true natures so the enemy would underestimate them, like true Slytherins.
The boys consisted of one dark haired, pale skinned and ocean blue eyed, one dark haired, dark skinned and violet eyed, and two overly large, brutish, and chubby. The pale boy, Theodore Nott, was described as quiet, almost shy, and a huge bookworm to the outside world, but to his close family and friends he was an excellent strategist, extremely observant and quick to solve problems in creative and effective ways. Blaise Zabini, however, while also being labeled as quiet and shy to others, there was no mistaking his darker personality. He was the son of the infamous 'Black Widow', and though no one truly expected much from the silent boy, he was fast, sharp witted, and would likely figure his way out of any situation using any means at his disposal, while being fiercely protective of both his family and friends.
The other two, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle, weren't the smartest around, but Draco had described them as having hearts of gold when it came to those they loved, and being fiercely loyal. They would stand by each other and their friends and defend them to their death if they had to. It was very exciting to finally meet the faces behind the descriptions her fair cousin had given her.
Draco had his own skills and qualities as well of course, being trained by both a Black and a Malfoy, as well as his godfather, Severus. With his silver grey eyes, white blond hair, and pale skin, he would likely have been quite attractive if she hadn't seen him as a brother, and preferred darker hair. He was a bit dramatic at times, but he was as Slytherin as they came, and he likely knew more spells, and could brew more advanced potions than even those who were going into their O.W.L. year. He was a natural leader, being a Malfoy of course this was a given, but he was also quick to defend those he cared about, and had a sharp, silver tongue that he used often to cut down others in his path, and get himself out of sticky situations. Something she had witnessed several times already.
Violet observed them interact quietly, noting who was closer to whom. It was obvious that the two girls were quite close with one another, as were Vincent and Gregory, but it was unclear who was closer between her cousin and the two other boys. They got along quite well, and it seemed as though they had grown up together, though there was no obvious ring leader. Draco took it upon himself to act the part of course, but he never treated the other two as anything less than his equals. It was quite fascinating to watch.
"So, Violet, is it true you were raised in the muggle world?" Pansy asked, a hint of disgust in her voice. The Potter Heiress scowled.
"Yes, though I assure you it was not by personal choice. The Headmaster decided to dump me there for some unknown reason. I am happy to say that I do not plan on remaining there for long." The brunette nodded, both her and the lovely blonde exchanged knowing glances before the pale girl spoke,
"Draco has told us much about you, and what that old fool has done to you, and I must say I am appalled. What right does he have to place you with such filth?" She noted Draco's frown when she tensed for a moment.
"Violet was placed illegally under the 'care' of Dumbledore. He sealed her parents' will after they died, and made himself her Magical Guardian." Draco answered for her, and she was pleased to see the various looks of outrage on each of their faces. Theodore, however, was watching her carefully.
"What did you mean by you wont be there for long?" Violet smirked, and Draco chuckled softly, causing each of the future Slytherins to raise a single eyebrow in question.
"I may have commissioned for the Black Ancestral home to be repaired and updated, so that I may have a place to live outside of Dumbledore's reach. He has placed fairly powerful Blood Wards over the Dursley's home to monitor me, so I have to go back there a few times a week to keep them from setting off any alarms during the summer, but other than that, I don't have to deal with them at all." They each adopted both surprised and respectful expressions, as it was quite the Slytherin move, especially behind the back of someone such as Dumbledore.
They chatted lightly for the next few hours, each of them sharing a little more about themselves with the help of Draco, who was determined to get Violet out of her shell and have more friends. She was happy to say she got along quite well with each of them, and found she had quite a bit in common with both of the girls despite their girly natures. The boys seemed to adopt her cousin's view, and decided to act as older brothers to her as she was the youngest of their group. It was mildly amusing to both Tom and herself, as both knew first hand just how well she could take care of herself, but she wasn't complaining in the slightest.
When the trolley woman came to their compartment, they each eagerly purchased their favorite sweets, with Draco and Theo purchasing the largest amount. Violet had truly one quite large weakness, one that she shared with her companion. Chocolate. She could practically live off of the delicious treat. Severus had told her it was likely the result of never truly having been allowed to indulge in sweets before, and she had to grudgingly agree, though she was far from complaining.
Each of her new friends took note of her chocolate worship as she devoured several chocolate frogs in a very quick fashion. Draco teased her a bit about it as he had the first time he noticed his cousin's secret love, earning a sharp punch in the shoulder. He complained lightly for a few moments about having a bruise on his beautiful skin later, causing each of his friends to snicker, and Violet to roll her eyes. Her cousin could be such a drama queen.
They played various games of exploding snap, and Draco and Theo both got into a rather intense game of chess. It seemed to be a regular thing for the two of them to bring along a small travel chessboard and challenge each other to random games, as neither could beat the other more than twice in a row. Blaise had quietly informed her he had taken to flipping the table over, or throwing something to disrupt the chess pieces when the game went on for too long.
It was over all a very fun and happy atmosphere in their secluded and private compartment, that was until they were interrupted by a rather forcefully opened glass door. Violet scowled as she realized the intruder was the same annoying twat from Madam Malkins, though her scowl faltered as she noticed the nervous, pink faced boy standing with her.
"Excuse me, have any of you seen a toad? This boy, Nevelle seems to have lost one." Her voice was just as arrogant as before, and she had to elbow Draco before he could tell her off. He gave her an odd look, and she sent him a mental message via her Telepathy telling him about the boy being her godbrother through his mother, Alice. His eyes widened in realization and he nodded his understanding.
"No, we haven't seen a toad, but there is a simple spell for that. Have you tried the summoning charm, Nevelle?" Everyone in the compartment noticed both the snub of the muggleborn girl, and the silent communication for Draco to hold his harsh comments. Though they were curious, they kept quiet for the moment and simply observed the oncoming altercation.
"No-no, I haven't. I don't- don't know the spell." He winced slightly as the rude little girl opened her mouth, causing Violet to narrow her eyes suspiciously.
"You! I don't know where you learned your manners from but you are quite rude, especially when you called me such awful names at Madam Malkins-" Violet let out a humorless laugh, effectively cutting off the seemingly long winded and shrill speech the girl had apparently created just for her.
"My manners? I assure you it is not I who is lacking manners, girl. You say I was the one who insulted you, yet you walked into a place that has thrived for centuries without your input and criticized every little thing about it simply because it is different than your precious little muggle world. I called you an ignorant, biased, and bigoted idiot, and you are not only every one of these things, but you are also an annoyingly self righteous, naïve and irritating girl who thinks that just because you read something in a book, it is automatically correct. You won't last a day in the real world, why don't you run along and read your precious little books, keeping your toes on the line and see how far that takes you. And when you sit there all alone surrounded by nothing but books, and no friends because you think the world is all black and white with your head stuck firmly up your tightly wound arse, I want you to think of me." She finished with a vicious smirk, her green eyes sparking with both irritation and smugness. Tears were streaming down the girls face by the time the Potter Heiress had finished her tongue lashing, and she wasted little time scurrying away as fast as she could.
Almost as though she hadn't just made a girl cry and run away in shame, she gave the chubby little blond boy a warm smile. "Nevelle Longbottom correct?" He nodded, his eyes wide with fear. "Why don't we summon that toad of yours, hmm?" She waved her wand and silently cast the spell, much to the further shock of her new friends, and the amusement of Draco. A few moments later an unfortunately plump toad came soaring down the hallway and landed gracelessly into Nevelle's waiting hands.
"Thank-thank you!" He clutched the toad close to his chest and she chuckled.
"Not to worry Nevelle, I promise I won't bite. I had a rather.. annoying.. altercation with that girl not too long ago where she basically insulted the entire wizarding culture, and she needed to be put in her place. Why don't you come sit with me? We are family after all, your mother is my godmother, which makes you practically my brother. I have pictures of us playing together in both your manor and my old home with both of our parents." His eyes practically fell out of his head, and he tripped over the doorstep while hurrying into the compartment. She closed the door wandlessly and began introducing her godbrother to the rest of her new friends.
They accepted him easily enough, both Draco and Theo taking it upon themselves to bring the shy, stuttering boy out of his shell a bit. After a while he seemed to relax, and he was even laughing and playing along with a few games of Exploding Snap. Both Draco and Violet frowned when they heard Nevelle speaking of his stern Grandmother, and Theo scoffed outright when he claimed to be nearly a squib.
"Are you using a hand me down wand?" The nervous boy nodded. "Then there's your problem. Your wand didn't choose you, so its no wonder you can't cast any bloody spells with it. You need to get a new wand, I know for a fact the Longbottom Family is more than well off, why didn't you go to Ollivanders?" Nevelle shifted uncomfortably, and Violet placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He gave her a soft smile before sighing deeply.
"My Gran wanted me to use my dad's wand, says that I should have no problem using it if I am half has powerful magically as he was- is." Both the thought of his Gran trying to turn her grandson into her lost son and the last second correction to the sentence saddened her greatly. But the sadness quickly turned to anger, and she had to tighten her shields in order to calm down. She ignored Tom's unhelpful words of,
I've always wanted to duel Madam Longbottom, such a formidable woman. Maybe now we can have the chance! And scoffed loudly. Nevelle turned to her in surprise.
"Nevelle, you are not your father. You are Nevelle Longbottom, Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom. You are your own person and I'll be dammed if I let you sit there and continue to think you are anything less than the powerful wizard I know you to be. You are not a squib, you are a Longbottom, and there hasn't been a weak Longbottom in the history of Magic. There will come a day when you will be the Lord of an Ancient and Noble House, do you want to be walked all over? No. Do you want them to think you are weak? Hell no. And no brother of mine is going to think any less than the best of themselves. You have me now, and the first thing we are going to do is have Sev take us to Hogsmeade to the local Ollivanders branch to get you a wand, and then I will show you how much of a weakling you are not." She ended her rant with a final huff, and each of her friends, especially Draco, agreed wholeheartedly.
Nevelle was looking at both his godsister and the others with a awed expression for a few moments before the awe turned into pure joy. She stiffened slightly when he gave her a sudden hug, but she had luckily gotten somewhat used to such displays of affection with her loving Aunt Cissa and cousin. The others noticed her slight tensed reaction to being hugged, though she never noticed their narrowed eyes, or questioning looks they threw Draco.
The rest of the train ride almost went off without a hitch, as the group became better acquainted with one another. Nevelle was much happier than before, and didn't even comment on her harsh words towards the muggleborn girl. Although the others had, and they had been quite surprised with her opinions when she told them her dislike for the girl hadn't come form her being muggleborn but from her behavior. She had explained to them the same views she had argued with Tom over the necessity of muggleborns in their society, and while she may hate muggles with a passion, she was fine with anyone as long as they had magic.
It wasn't easy to get her new friends to concede her point, but after quite a few heated debates, Draco agreeing with her points, and physically throwing her research and evidence in their faces they finally agreed, albeit reluctantly. Though none of them liked how muggle the wizarding world was becoming in order to appease them. This she agreed with, and they relaxed greatly after she explained that she thought it should be the opposite, they should bring back the Old Ways, and integrate the muggleborns into the wizarding world, not change it to suit their tastes.
It wasn't until they got close enough to change into their uniforms that they had another disturbance. Just as before, their compartment door was rather forcefully thrown open, only this time it was to reveal a rather filthy, and irritated looking red haired boy. She was immediately on guard as she recognized the signs of the boy being one of the key Light Families under Dumbledore's thumb, and when Draco sneered hatefully at the boy, and her suspicions were confirmed. If there was anyone who could sniff out a Weasley, it was a Malfoy.
"Is Violet Potter in here?" Her eyes narrowed.
"What do you want with her?" The boys expression went form irritated to disgusted as he eyed the occupants in the compartment.
"Never mind, you're all just a bunch of filthy Dark Wizards. Violet Potter wouldn't hang around Slimy Snakes like you." She snorted, and Draco smirked. "Think something's funny do you? You're just jealous because I'm going to be best friends with the Girl Who Lived, and you're just a filthy Death Eater! She's going to be in Gryffindor with me, and we're going to go on tons of adventures, and some day I'm going to marry her, and then I'll have all of the Potter fortune!" By the end of his little speech Violet had turned green, and almost had to excuse herself. Both Daphne and Pansy didn't look any better though, and Theo and Blaise looked murderous. She sent Draco a silent message informing him she thought she was going to be sick. But before he could do anything, Nevelle stood up and glared hatefully at the idiot boy.
"I think you should leave, Weasley." The sharpness of his voice shocked the majority of the compartment, and the boy took a step back. His face was slowly turning red with anger and it was clear he was about to pull out his wand. Big mistake. Every person in the compartment had their wands trained on the idiot boy before he could even blink.
"My mate has the right idea, you should leave before you get hurt." The iciness of Theos voice was enough to send the boy stumbling away from the doorway. Draco slammed the door shut and focused on his cousin.
"Do you still feel sick?" Nevelle was equally concerned, and both of the girls were giving her sympathetic looks, as they had both felt sick at the thought of being with the disgusting Weasel as well, and it hadn't even been directed towards them. She vaguely heard Draco direct Blaise to his potions kit, and focused on attempting to keep her breakfast and the various sweets she had consumed down.
A quick Nausea Potion and she was feeling a bit better, though she couldn't quite get the image out of her head and she shivered in disgust. "I don't believe I've ever felt this much disgust in my life, and I've seen some fairly awful things. Why on earth did that imbecile believe I would ever marry him?" Her first thoughts went to Dumbledore, and judging by his sudden dark expression, so did Draco's.
"I believe we should inform Uncle Sev about this, it stinks of Dumbledore and knowing him it will end with some sort of compulsion charm or a potion. We should be almost there, do you think you can connect to his link?" She nodded and closed her eyes, mentally searching for the silver strand of her surrogate father's mind with the help of Tom, who was just as disgusted, and twice as furious at the prospect of a forced marriage with the youngest Weasel boy.
It took a few moments before she found it with the distance, but once she connected she sent a detailed message informing him of what happened. Once it was sent, she felt the rage pouring from him and winced, quickly sending a small amount of calm to be sure he didn't kill the old fool before the year even started. She didn't stop until she felt his Occlumency shields holding his anger at bay, and she was sure he was in complete control. When she opened her eyes she met seven pairs of curious eyes, and she sighed, glancing over at Draco. He gave her an encouraging nod.
"I was Gifted with Telepathy. Both Draco and Sev allowed me to form a mental link with their minds so I could send them messages from long distances and without eye contact. And since Draco has a similar Gift, and Uncle Sev is a Master Occlumense, they are also assisting me with controlling my Gift." They each nodded in understanding, but a few of them adopted wary expressions. Draco groaned slightly.
"She isn't going to hear all of your thoughts, she has enough control to filter and maintain a barrier to keep her from hearing everyone. Even if she didn't, you each have had heavy Occlumency training, so she would have to breach them to hear anything, something that you would feel." Theo, Blaise and Nevelle each knew how Telepathy worked so they hadn't been concerned, but Pansy, Daphne, Greg, and Vince each relaxed slightly.
"It's alright, everyone here has a Gift or two that's frowned upon, or banned. I have three Gifts." Theo said with a shrug. The others nodded.
"I have two." Nevelle spoke up, Violet smiled at him.
"Three." Blaise told them quietly.
"Three, of course." Draco smirked, causing everyone to roll their eyes.
"Two." Pansy smirked as well, and Blaise, Theo, and Draco each decided to look away in embarrassment. She raised a single eyebrow at their slightly pink faces, and filed the moment away for later.
"Two." Daphne told them with a smile, Theo grinned and pulled the blonde closer to him. It was clear they liked each other, and she found the couple both adorable and well matched.
Greg mumbled a quick, "One." with Vince not far behind him with, "One." They each looked over at Violet expectantly and she shifted nervously. Draco placed a reassuring hand on her knee and spoke quietly,
"No one here is going to judge you, Via." She frowned, but nodded. It wasn't their judgement she was worried about, it was their fear.
"Five." It would have been comical how each of their Pureblood masks fell one by one, if the situation hadn't been somewhat serious. She refused to meet any on their eyes, as she had been having a good time with her new friends, and she didn't want to see fear instead of the acceptance that had been there before. Tom scolded her internally for being ridiculous, but she had never had friends before, and she had enjoyed their easy company these past hours on the train ride.
"That.." Theo trailed off and her heart sunk. "is completely wicked!" Her head snapped up at the unexpected comment. Much to her surprise, and relief, she didn't see any fear in any of their eyes, not even Nevelle. They were each shocked yes, but not afraid. Draco looked smug, and she rolled her eyes.
"She was worried if anyone found out about how many she had they would fear her, or call her a freak." She instinctively flinched at the sound of her childhood name, and once again missed the angrily demanding looks Theo and Blaise sent Draco, only this time Nevelle's was added into the fray.
"Like Draco said, no one here is going to judge you at all. I happen to think that is amazing that you were so Gifted. There hasn't been more than four Gifts in one single person since the Founders era." Violet smiled at Daphne, and the room settled back into the easy atmosphere it had been originally.
Once they reached the station in Hogsmeade, the nine of them exited the train and followed the booming voice calling for the first years. Each of them were mildly disgusted with entering the tiny and somewhat filthy boats, but they conceded eventually. Violet was immediately followed by Draco, Nevelle, and Blaise into one of the boats, while Theo sat with Daphne and Pansy, and another girl she did not know, but Pansy had apparently recognized. Poor Greg and Vince got stuck in a boat with the annoying red head from earlier, and the bushy haired witch violet had made cry. She looked a bit put out, but was no longer crying, thank Merlin. She did not want to deal with some whimpering little girl.
Once the castle came into view, a wide smile spread across her face. She had been looking forward to coming here ever since Tom had described it to her. She was magnificent.
Yes she is. It feels so good to be home. Her smile widened as she felt the happiness radiating from her friend, the earlier anger forgotten.
I'm happy to be bringing you home, Tom Cat. He chuckled.
Thank you, love. I am looking forward to seeing that old bastard's face when you get sorted. You must remind me to get a pensieve later so I can continue to view it. She mentally rolled her eyes, and said nothing. They both knew their individual Eidetic Memories gave them no need for such things.
They exited the boats and made their way up to the castle, most of her fellow first years oooing and aahing at the beautiful castle. She was happy to note her group was the only ones acting as though they had some semblance of propriety, only small amounts of emotions leaking through their masks before they were gone just as suddenly. Slytherins were always a joy to be around, and with the exception of Nevelle, she was most certainly surrounded by Slytherins. They took their places around her in an almost defensive pattern as they walked inside of the castle.
Her only complaint was of the loud and obnoxious red haired Weasel, who was continuously searching for Violet Potter. She was glad to have had the forethought to style her hair in a way that covered her scar, while also looking quite good. Her hair pin was on full display as well, and she smirked when it got a few envious glances. Diamonds were quite expensive, and most, even the richest of purebloods, did not allow their children to wear them at such a young age.
The idiot boy was likely under the impression she would look and act similar to a muggleborn, and certainly wouldn't have anything so high quality as her pin, or premium robes. She also looked nothing like either of her parents, with the exception of her eyes of course. She looked like a Pureblood, more specifically, she looked like a Black. Something that Aunt Cissa loved to gush over, as she had always wanted a daughter to dote upon. The Dark Witch had taken one look at her and declared her a Black, and insisted on spoiling her and teaching her everything she needed to know, from proper etiquette, to proper dress, to the traditional dueling styles, to her Family Magics, she was determined to make her just as feared as the Black women had always been throughout history.
The first thing she noticed about the Deputy Headmistress was the magic that surrounded her. It reeked of Dumbledore, and if the woman hadn't been scowling over at her friends for being the children of Dark Families, she would have felt sorry for her. As it was, there was nothing she could do about it but inform her Father, and even then it was likely he was already aware of his coworker being under the Headmaster's spells. The stern woman lead them into the Great Hall, and Violet rolled her eyes when the children around her began their irritating ooing and aahing once more at the ceiling and floating candles.
She did admit it was a quite impressive bit of charmwork, but it was hardly worthy of salivating over, or making a fool of herself as the others were doing. Once gain, her small group was the only few who did not act like a four year old who just walked into a candy store for the first time. It was fortunate she had gained them as allies, as it seemed they would indeed prove themselves both useful, and excellent company.
The sorting began, and she listened carefully to the names being called out so she would be able to match the names with their faces. She was pleased to see each of her new friends become sorted into Slytherin, though she had frowned when Nevelle went to Gryffindor. Her own sorting was certainly one for a pensieve memory, at least for her father it was. It wasn't likely anyone would ever forget the look on the old man's face when the hat called out Slytherin within only a few moments of the hat sitting on her head. The silence itself had been deafening, and quite amusing, as the entire Hall had simply stared at her in open shock.
The only noise was the sound of the Headmaster coughing and struggling to breath as he had taken a sip of tea when the hat had made its decision. A woman she assumed was the school nurse quickly cleared his airway, and the new Slytherin could both see and feel her father fighting back laughter as he observed the various reactions throughout the room. Though she could tell he was quite pleased with her placement as well.
Draco had began clapping, and the rest of Slytherin soon followed suit. Many were confused when she sat next to the Malfoy Heir, but they said nothing. Quite a few of them glared at her, but she simply arched an eyebrow at them and smirked. Their eyes had widened, and the glares had turned to calculating glances. There must be a reason the Girl Who Lived was accepted so easily by the Malfoys, and all of the other elite children that sat around her, after all, right? They had no idea.
Nevelle had been relieved to have gotten sorted into Gryffindor, as he had feared going into Hufflepuff, and he smiled and waved over at her despite knowing of the two Houses' rivalry. She happily returned the gesture, and focused on the rest of the sorting. Eventually Professor Mcgonagall gathered herself and continued reading out the names, though her voice had been slightly strained. It was unsurprising that the bushy haired twat, Granger, was sorted into Ravenclaw, and the Weasley boy, Ronald, was sorted into Gryffindor. But she was surprised, and quite pleased, when she saw him scowling over at her and her friends. Hopefully this would deter him from pursuing her in the future. The only thing she could do was hope his hatred for anything Slytherin outweighed his want for her to marry him, though she doubted it would be so easy. She resisted the urge to shutter as the repulsive images threatened to come back into her mind.
Tom, however, was having none of it. He forcefully pushed the disturbing thoughts to the back of her mind and told her that under no uncertain terms was she to ever subject him to such horrid thoughts ever again. She had grumbled about it not being her fault the disgusting boy was planning to force her to marry him so he could take her money. It was all Dumbledore, and likely his parents, who were at fault. It took great effort not to roll her eyes as he began reciting various spells that would take care of them indefinitely.
Tom, we can not just go and kill or curse everyone who annoys us. We've talked about this. His irritation spiked for a moment.
We could try. He told her almost hopefully. She internally sighed.
We will kill them eventually, but right now we have to keep a low profile. I don't fancy being on the run, nor do I enjoy the possibility of being thrown into prison. He would deny it until his dying day, but the Dark Lord whined, whined his next few words.
You promise? She bit back a laugh.
Yes, Tom Cat, I promise. I will even give you the reins if you'd like so you can finally get it all out of your system. His excitement filled her mind instantly.
Good. It has been far too long since I've killed or tortured, and I am starting to seriously worry about my reputation. The corner of her mouth twitched.
I am starting to seriously worry for your sanity. He chuckled.
Love, you knew what you were getting into from the start. Let us not forget that you are no fairy princess yourself, Miss 'when in doubt, burn it to the ground'. Her cheeks colored slightly.
I said that one time! Both you and father will never let me live that down will you? She felt rather than saw his smirk.
Never. She groaned internally, and attempted to focus on the old fool's strained speech welcoming them to Hogwarts, and warning them against going to the Forbidden Forest, or the third floor corridor. The last part earned an eyeroll, as her father had already informed her of the idiot man's 'brilliant' idea to house a powerful magical artifact in a school full of children, and place the most pathetic protections over it.
It didn't take a genius to figure out the 'adventures' Ronald had spoken of earlier had something to do with the stone. What a load of dragon dung. Did they truly believe her to be that stupid? Though she did realize that if it wasn't for Tom, she likely would have been that stupid indeed.. Luckily, she was nowhere near the blind little sheep Dumbles wished for her to be, so she already had plans to retrieve the stone.
The feast began and she was pleased to see that Dobby had decided to be sure her food was the way she liked it, and that she had her favorite drinks as well, instead of the horrid pumpkin juice they seemed to enjoy serving. Really, who would drink a pumpkin? That is simply horrid. Give her apple juice, or even grape juice, or tea, something that was actually good.
Looking around the Hall, she was pleased to see that the Slytherin table was a picture of serenity, and propriety. They each ate with perfect manners, using their utensils properly, and never spilling a drop of anything on their clothes. It was also blissfully quiet, only a few small conversations being exchanged in between bites of food and sips of drink.
The same could not be said, however, for the Gryffindor table. Even all the way across the room they were loud, obnoxious, and utterly disgusting. They talked with their mouths full, and spilled more food that they consumed. The worst by far that she could see was the young Weasley boy. He was practically inhaling his food, piling everything within sight onto his plate, and seemingly only speaking when his mouth was fully stuffed. The sight almost made her lose her appetite a few times, and it seemed it wasn't just her who felt this way. The entirety of the Slytherin table was sneering or scowling in one shape or another at the filthy children. Especially at the red haired idiot.
She was relieved when she noticed that the only table that was like this was the Gryffindor table, even the Hufflepuffs were sharing sickened glances at one another over the horrid table manners of the youngest Weasley son. Though she had to feel somewhat bad for the Ravenclaws, as their table was situated directly beside them, and the majority of them had a look of constipation on their faces. The only few she could see at the loud red and gold table who weren't displaying horrid manors, were three older looking gingers, and Nevelle. She felt awful for her Godbrother, being surrounded by such people, but she was also intrigued with the seemingly older, and well mannered, Weasley boys.
At the end of the feast, they followed their bored looking prefects to the dungeons. The walk wasn't too long, but it also wasn't short by any means, and so she began to understand why her father demanded his snakes to wake up at a decent time in order to get to their classes without being late. It was literally required for them to wake up, or be late. They stopped before a blank stone wall, and the tall boy turned around to address them.
"This is the entrance to the Slytherin common room. You see that little carving in the top left corner?" They each looked up towards the small snake coiled in the corner and nodded. "That is the only indication of where the entrance is. The password is 'Aconite', and it changes every month. The new password will only be posted on the notice board inside for the first few days of every month. If you forget it, you will have to stay out here until someone lets you in." He told them almost lazily.
The new Slytherins followed the boy through the now open archway into a dimly lit entrance way with three doors surrounding them. He paused before a pair of intricately carved double doors in front of them and turned to face them. Once they were all inside and the entrance closed, he spoke once more,
"My name is Joshua Rosewood, and I am the male fifth year prefect. The common room is through the doors behind me. The female dorms are to my left, the male to my right. Each of you will have your own room on the first hallway you will come to, called the First Year Hallway. As the name suggests, each of us are separated by year, once you complete this year, your room will move to the Second Year Hallway, and then Third, and so on. Our Head of House is Professor Severus Snape, the schools' Potions Professor. He is waiting for you in the common room, where he will inform you of the Rules of Slytherin, and what he expects from each of you as one of his snakes. Any questions before you go inside?" He waited a barely a few moments before turning toward the carved doors. "Watch closely, or you won't be entering this room. This is the one and only time I will be showing you this."
Violet and the other first years watched as he caressed the snake handle delicately, and pressed one of the large emeralds that made the serpents' eyes. The stone sunk into the metal for a moment before glowing brightly. It let out a soft hissing sound that no one but herself understood as 'You have proven worthy to enter the Snake Pit, young serpent. Proceed at your own risk'. She smirked at both the sight of her surrogate father and mentor, and the warning the serpent handle gave them. Sev returned her smirk for a second before it was hidden behind a mask of indifference. He allowed them to take it their surroundings for a few moments, and Violet couldn't help but feel a bit impressed with the atmosphere of the place.
The entirety of the back wall was made of glass, giving the occupants of the room a view beneath the great lake, and casting the room in an eerie green light. It became quickly apparent this was the House for those that enjoyed the better things in life, as every piece of furniture in the room was made of an overly expensive material, as were the rugs on the floor and the tapestries on the walls. She noted that every piece of wall, with the exception of the glass side, was covered in elaborate tapestries. Severus had explained to her that had been done this way by Salazar himself so the Headmaster of the school couldn't place portraits to spy on his Snakes in the future generations. Smart, a bit on the paranoid side, but she was far from complaining. It seemed her companion's ancestor did his snakes a great favor.
The room was also filled with numerous large floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled to the brim with old and battered tomes. Her fingers twitched in anticipation, something that did not go unnoticed by her cousin or her Head of House. She was happy to see a few rather large fireplaces as well, casting heat around the normally cold area and making it much more comfortable than it would have been so far beneath the castle.
It was truly magnificent, and Tom's happy exclamation of 'Home.' pretty much summed up her thoughts exactly. She couldn't wait to get settled into her room and start the school year. Especially her father's class, even if it would be shared with the idiotic Gryffindors. Once everyone had returned their attention back to their Head of House, Severus began his usual speech. His arms crossed as his looked over each of them with a scrutinizing gaze.
"You are now apart of Slytherin, whether you like it or not, and while you are here representing myself and my House, you will act accordingly. There are three very simple rules, and I expect each of you to follow them, or the consequences will be both severe, and unpleasant." His sharp, cold voice was enough to capture their attention, but he gave them an icy glare for extra measure.
"Rule number one; Outside of these walls, you will always look out for each other. There are three other houses out there full of students who are told from day one that all Slytherins are evil, conniving and all manner of negative things. They will not hesitate to pick a fight, or blame you for anything, so whether you like that person or not, if you see a Snake being bothered by another house, you help them. Either by stepping in, or getting a teacher or prefect, you do it. You will not throw any of your fellow Slytherins in harm or in a situation where they will get into trouble or lose points. We deal with inner house issues and rivalries inside our own territory. We do not give them the satisfaction of seeing us as weak, you will take your problems to our own prefects, the current Head Boy, who happens to be in Slytherin, or myself and if I am not available, you may go to Professor Vector, the Arithmancy Professor.
"With that being said, rule number two; all Slytherins are to be in the company of two or more of your own house. Walking the halls alone will increase the likelihood of you being attacked or blamed for something. Do not leave this common room without backup, and always be prepared to defend yourselves. Most of the other Professors will not take what you say at face value, no it is not fair, but life is not fair, and it is time for you to understand that life in the Snake Pit is even less so.
"Rule number three; Do. Not. Get. Caught. This is the most important rule of Slytherin. We are the House of the cunning, and the ambitious, if you plan to do something outside of Hogwarts rules, plan accordingly, and use your brain. I will not tolerate being made a fool of in front of my colleagues by my own students, so if you cannot avoid it, be sure it is I who catches you at least. If you are caught by another Professor doing something inappropriate, I wish show you why this school has labeled me as 'The Cruel Bastard of The Dungeons'.
"This House is not for the weak of heart. You will make enemies here, and you will make allies, but the most important thing for you to remember is that Slytherin takes care of their own. I am not here to coddle you, nor am I here to babysit you, but should you need assistance I am more than willing to provide it to the best of my ability.
"Breakfast begins at 7:30, I expect you to be in the Great Hall on time every morning, and for you to go to sleep at an acceptable time, and be both presentable and punctual for every class. I will not tolerate tardiness, or sloppiness. The Head Boy and the Seventh Year Prefects will show you to your dorm rooms and explain what you can and cannot do behind closed doors. Are there any questions?" He met each of their eyes individually, his own obsidian promising retribution if they should go against his word in any way. Upon seeing there were no questions for him, he took his leave, his signature black robes billowing in his wake.
The presumable Head Boy stepped forward after the Potions Master exited the room and wasted little time explaining what he needed to say, "My name is Lucian Grey, and I am the Head Boy, here beside me is the Seventh Year female Prefect, Roselyn Montague, and the Seventh Year male Prefect Dominique Anderson. We have a few things to explain before we take you to your rooms, and I suggest you may attention. It may have seemed like Professor Snape was overexaggerating about how we are treated here, but let me assure you, he was not. If there is one thing that our Head of House is prone to doing, it is being bluntly honest. He will never lie, nor will he sugar coat anything to any of us. He will tell you exactly how things are, whether you like it or not." The older girl stepped forward when he had finished.
"The other Professors aren't obvious about it, but they are just as prejudiced towards us as the other students are, so watch what you say around them. There are only two adults in this school besides our Head of House that we can go to for help, and that is Professor Vector, and Madam Pomfrey, the school Healer. Vector was in Slytherin when she was a student here so she knows how we do things, and Pomfrey was a Hufflepuff, she treats all students the same regardless of their family or House." Grey began speaking again.
"First thing you need to know is that here in Slytherin, you earn your keep. You want to be respected, you earn that respect. Be it by winning duels against your fellow snakes, or earning large amounts of points, or even earning high grades in class. Your family connections only get you so far here, and the dynamic is constantly changing. There is a dueling chamber there." He walked over to the darkest and most worn bookshelf in the room, and tapped a large and worn pitch black book with his forefinger.
"Behind this bookshelf. This book, The Black Knight, is the key. You simply pull it back towards you, and say the password, and it will swing forward. No one but a Slytherin can access it, and the Headmaster doesn't even know of it's existence. The password to get through is 'Vengeance', and the rules for dueling are simple; Nothing lethal, nothing you can't heal, and nothing too Dark. There are heavy wards surrounding the chamber hiding the magical signature from being detected outside of them, but they only go so far. The wards also enforce those three rules and should you break them during a fight, the results won't be pretty." His smile turned vicious and Violet found herself smirking as well. She wondered how many would challenge her in the next few weeks. Judging by the matching expressions on her friends' faces, they were thinking of the same.
"Entering the chamber is not something to be taken lightly, nor is it something for you to brag about outside of our domain. What happens in the dungeons, stays in the dungeons, and the consequences of breaking such a sacred law of the Snake Pit is severe. We do not allow betrayal amongst our own. Once you open the bookshelf, you acknowledge that you will participate in a duel with the one, or ones, who challenged you. It is an Ancient and Binding magic." Anderson told them seriously, eying both Violet and Draco's matching smirks warily.
It seemed it was time for her to put Tom, Severus, Narcissa, and Lucius' training to the test. Tom was chuckling darkly within her mind, they would never see her coming..
They repeated a few of the rules and expectations that were expected of them, and the two prefects lead them to their dorms. Montague stopped before the Girls' door, and turned to them.
"The door will take a drop of your blood to key yourself to the wards, just place your pointer finger on the snake's fang and wait for the eyes to glow. The door will not allow anyone to open it besides those that are keyed to the wards." They each did as instructed, and watched in fascination as the snake's eyes glowed red with each added drop. Once the door was opened, they were lead down a particularly long and dimly lit hallway, with seven archways leading off of the original.
"The first hallway is yours, just walk up to the door with your name plaque on it, and place your hand in the center. It will take a sample of your magic and remain keyed to it for the rest of your time at Hogwarts. The rooms are bare, with only the essentials included, so its up to you to decorate and add to them however you like. Books on the specific spells are available in the common room and the library, or you can choose to pay one of the upper years to do it for you." Violet found her name plate at the very end of the hall, and placed her palm in the center. She scowled at the bare room, but smirked as she thought of the different things she could add.
"A word of advice, learn as many wards as you can before the end of the month. The protections over our rooms are pretty tight, but we are Slytherin, if there's anything we can do with ease, it's figure out a way around things. There are a number of males here who have little to no morals, and will not care if you are first years or not. We take care of our own yes, but there is a reason why we were given a bad rep in the first place. Protect yourselves, and don't cast anything too Dark. Professor Snape can sense the spells we cast around our dorm and common room area, and though he won't turn us in, its best to use discretion." They nodded, and the older girl bid them goodnight.
Daphne, Pansy and a lovely honey blonde girl named Tracey Davis were roomed on the right side of the hall, while Violet and a somewhat larger girl named Millicent Bulstrode were across from them on the left. They shared wary looks, likely thinking about those males with no morals.
"We watch out for each other from here on out, yeah?" They each nodded, before casting a series of detection wards and Runes, and set various hidden traps around the little piece of hallway they shared. Violet added a particularly nasty sequence that would give anyone with the intention of sexually assaulting them every venereal disease in existence, with the exception of the lethal or uncurbable ones of course, and turn their skin green. Both Pansy and Daphne had been impressed with the advanced Rune work, and smirked viciously when she explained what each did.
Love, remind me never to get on your bad side. She snorted as she felt her companion shutter slightly within her mind.
It had been Narcissa who taught the young Potter Heiress the wide variety of spells, hexes, curses, wards, etc. that effected one's manhood, and Tom had cringed through the entire lesson. He had agreed she needed to defend herself in that area, but one did not simply sit through hours of lessons on how to do the maximum amount of pain and damage to the sensitive areas of a man's body and come out unaffected.
He had finally understood the reasoning behind Lucius' hesitation to go against his Lady wife, all those years he had assumed the man had no balls, when in actuality he likely had the toughest pair in existence..
Violet simply smirked as the memories of her lessons resurfaced in her mind, and looked around at her bare room. Her trunk sat at the foot of her bed, but before she unpacked, there was quite a bit of wandwork to be done, starting with a few expansion charms. It took approximately a half hour for the basics to be completed, but when she was done even Tom was impressed.
The walls were now painted a lovely shade of wisteria, with the wooden trim along the bottom of the walls toward the floor and the top toward the ceiling a pitch black. She left the floor stone but changed it to a more natural stone tile design, cast various warming charms over it to keep her feet warm, and added a few silver and dark purple rugs. She never liked only having candles to light her room, so she added several gas lamps along the walls, casting the room in a comfortable amount of lighting, and charming them to give of a soft rose, and white sage scent. She also raised the ceiling a bit, and made it coffered style, with the space inside of the black trimmed squares the same wisteria color of her walls, and added a small black crystal chandelier to the center. She also changed the stone around the large fireplace to a black marble, and added a large ornate black metal grate in front of it. It was all a bit extravagant, but she loved it.
Her bed was then transformed into a large queen sized four poster canopy bed, with the wood being ebony, and the drapes a sheer black. The sheets were silver, and silk of course, and the comforter black and fluffy. A large wardrobe, a long dresser with a vanity mirror attached, a tall and wide bookshelf, a decently sized desk, and a small nightstand all in the same ebony wood was added next, along with a black leather reading chair, a small glass coffee table, a purple chaise lounge, and a black leather divan, which was placed at the foot of her bed. The reading chair was situated next to the coffee table arranged in front of the fireplace, and the chaise lounge sat in front of the small window she had created looking into the lake. Her nightstand was of course placed next to the bed, and a very nice purple leather barstool and desk chair were put in front of her vanity mirror and desk.
Each place to sit had at least one or two silver pillows, and a matching silver throw blanket draped across them. It was a very comfortable atmosphere, and she felt very much at ease in her newly transfigured room. The only thing left to do was the bathroom, and then to unpack her things.
She made her way over to the door leading to her private bathroom and pointed her yew wand at the room, expanding it just as she had with the bedroom. The floor became light grey stone tiles similar to the ones in the bedroom, and the walls were changed into a grey Ombre style tile design, going from light grey at the top to a dark almost black towards the bottom. The ceiling changed to the same design she had in the bedroom, only the inside of the squares were the same shade of light grey as the top of the wall tiles. She expanded the bathtub, and changed it to a black marble, and turned the shower into an open step in shower, with the wall tiles inside of it the same dark grey color as the bottom of the wall tiles, and the floor the same black marble as the bathtub and sink. She also added large floor length mirror, and several accessories to the space to add the same wisteria color as the walls of her bedroom, and a bit of silver as well. Over all she was quite pleased with the results.
The next half hour was spent unpacking all of her things. She of course only displayed her school friendly books on the shelves and desk, and kept the others locked away in her hidden, and warded trunk. Her clothes were placed in the dresser and wardrobe, and her toiletries and minor potions placed in the bathroom. The few beauty supplies she used daily were placed on top of the dresser next to the small ornate jewelry box she had purchased herself. The only piece of jewelry she kept inside of it was her diamond hair pin, but she planned to have more.
The only other piece of jewelry she wore was Tom's locket, which was hung around her neck at all times, with a wide range of both Notice Me Not Charms, and both Charms and Curses to prevent anyone but herself from removing it. It would likely take a team of Gringotts Cursebreakers to remove it from her neck, and even then they would have to notice it first. She had been thrilled and confused to have found it in her new home, but between the two of them they pieced everything together. The only reason Kreacher was still alive was the fact she was quite fond of him. She never let her friend's Horcrux out of her sight, and wore it everywhere, even as she slept and while she showered. Tom would never admit it of course, but she knew he was touched by the effort she took to protect his soul piece.
Once Violet was finished, she changed into her nightdress and climbed into bed. Another thing that never left her person, except in the shower or bath, was either of her wands. Her yew wand in a wrist holster on her right arm, and her acacia wand the other wrist holster on her left. When she left her room she also had the ebony on her calf, but not while she slept. Each holster was of course laced with disillusionment charms, and could not be taken off by anyone but herself. She also took the liberty of casting quite a few charms to prevent the wands from being broken while in the holsters, or from her feeling them while she slept. Draco called her paranoid, but both Tom and Severus called her cautious. One could never be too prepared, especially in the Snake Pit.
She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing, slipping easily into her mindscape. It was a very difficult thing for most witches and wizards to do, as most simply only created barriers to keep out intruders. Since Violet had such powerful mind magic, she was able to create such a place with ease. It had started out as a simple stone chamber, similar to the images Tom had shown her of the Chamber of Secrets, except it was a bit different. it was more simplistic, and less elaborate than the ancient chamber.
There were a total of four doors at the beginning of the space, each leading to a different place of her mind, and each protected differently. The first door on the left was one that lead to her memories, and if someone attempted to break inside of it they would find themselves either paralyzed, or electrocuted, depending on how they attempted to open it. Even if they weren't stopped, a long series of false memories were ready to be viewed in place of the real ones.
The second door to the left lead to her knowledge. Every single book, scroll, letter, etc. that she had ever read was stored there. She would be able to sit and read them at her leisure, or simply recall a certain piece of information from them at will. It was extremely useful when studying, or experimenting, but it was exceptionally handy when it came to potions. She could brew almost anything simply from memory, something Draco had been quite envious over while they were taking lessons from Sev. This room was protected by two imaginative Hellhounds based off of two of her favorite ones she summoned often in real life. They would attack any intruder quite viciously, and if someone managed to get passed them, the books on the shelves would appear blank, and unlabeled.
The third door lead to her magical core. This room was the most protected, and important. Her core was located surrounded by a large lake of molten lava. Inside of the lava there were several Hellbeasts, and when her mind becomes under attack, the lava surrounds her core, and the Hellbeasts form a tight formation around it. The door itself also has a few nasty curses on it, rendering any who attempt to pass through it completely braindead. It literally robs them of their mind, and they appear similar to those who have been Kissed by a Dementor.
Lastly, the fourth door on the right lead into emotional realm. Every person she cared about, and every personality trait she had was locked away inside of this room, only accessed by herself of course, and heavily protected just as the others were. When an unauthorized presence enters this room, it will appear completely black. Void of any sort of light, or movement. Once inside the door will shut and they will become trapped inside of the empty, pitch black, and deathly silent room until they either break themselves out of her mind completely, or they fall completely into madness. The door itself has multiple paranoia, fear, anxiety, panic, and depression inducing curses laced throughout, so that when they are inside of the room they will completely freak out and attempt to flee.
Behind each of the rooms was Tom's domain. He had himself spread throughout the entirety of the back of her mind, always present, and always ready to defend against intruders if need be, and if her defenses failed. There was a door into his 'lair' at the back left corner of the first chamber, an almost exact replica of the hidden entrance to the Slytherin common room. It only accessible via a parstletongue password, and once inside there was an imaginative version of Slytherin' monster, a giant fifty foot Basilisk.
There were of course defensive measures in place to keep others out of her mind so they never even made it to the chamber that was her mindscape, the most prominent being the large walls of fire surrounding the entire room, and acting as her mental barriers. Instead of blocking mental attacks like a normal barrier would, she quite literally incinerated them. It was a brilliant combination of her Pyrokinesis and Telepathy, and it worked perfectly. Even her father couldn't get past them. A trained Telepath was immune to mental attacks, and mind altering potions, but she wasn't yet fully trained, so she needed all of these extreme measures in place in order to defend herself mentally.
She had gotten the idea for the fire walls when she was dueling Draco and Lucius with Narcissa by her side. The two Malfoy males had threw large blasts of water at them and froze them together. Being quite powerful Ice Mages, they were able to manipulate the ice together to form an ice tiger, and send it towards them in a fierce attack. In a last second decision, Violet had created a large wall of flames between them, effectively melting and tearing apart their combined spell. Severus, who had been watching at the time, agreed to help her attempt to add it to her mental defenses, and after a few weeks, she had gotten the hang of it.
Of all of her Gifts, her Telepathy had been the one she improved on the most, along with her Pyrokinesis. She learned quite a lot from watching her Uncle and cousin manipulate their own Elements, and used much of the theory behind her Aunt explaining to her how Bella had done certain things. While the two Empaths, and Master Legitimense were a godsend when it came to perfecting her Telepathy.
She unfortunately needed to exercise her magic a bit more for the next steps in her Necromancy training, but Aunt Cissa had told her she was far more advanced than even she had been at her age. Her Black Sight was excellent, even if she had been unable to hold it for very long. Most Necromancers were unable to see as clearly as she could until they came of age, and she could make out the colors and shapes of both auras and Souls easily.
The Malfoy Matriarch has also told her it was the same for her Pyromancy, and that even her sister Bella hadn't been as advanced with her fire at her age as Violet was. Seeing as the Lady Lestrange was widely considered the most powerful and terrifying Fire Mage in the last four generations or so of the Black Family, it was one hell of a compliment. The thought of becoming even more powerful than the two formidable Black women was very exciting to both herself and her companion.
She could successfully conjure several different types of flame, with each being fires that had been summoned by others so she could 'taste' them, and take a bit of them within her. Fire Mages learned and absorbed fire, if she touched a certain type of flame, such as Hellfire, she would be able to conjure it herself. It was both an asset and an issue, as there were literally hundreds of different flames, but few ways of getting near enough to them to absorb their essence. Her most prized accomplishment in her eyes was being able to manipulate, and travel through floo fire, without using floo powder. She could literally walk into any fireplace whether it was connected to the floo network or not, even if it was locked, and simply walk through without pause. Both Lucius and her father had been slightly envious of her ability, and Narcissa had welled with pride, just as she had with her own sister when Bella had done the same with their floo.
Tom was of course the one teaching her Parstlemagic, but since she had only gotten it from his Horcrux, it wasn't strong enough to do much of the more powerful things. It was something that saddened both of them, but it was also understandable as it wasn't a natural Gift. She could, and had, placed several parstletongue wards and passwords on many of her things, as it was only the two of them who could speak the ancient language. The best thing about having her things locked beneath parstlemagic, was that the nature of such magic made each of the objects or rooms completely hidden to the average human eye. There were little to no ways to get passed them unless one was an extremely powerful Witch or Wizard, and even then it would be a great feat.
Once inside of her mind, she made her way to the hidden wall, and slipped inside. It was of course covered top to bottom in Slytherin colors, and extravagant furniture, as he would only tolerate the best of things. After a few moments, Tom appeared before her, a small smile on his lips as his seventeen year old self took in her appearance. He told her he was taking this form to make it easier for them to communicate, what with him actually being over fifty in reality. She had been more than relieved to know the snake faced thing she had remembered from all those years ago was only a Parstle Transformation, and that it was not actually his real face. It would have been awkward trying to speak to him if he still looked like that, and when she expressed as much he had simply chuckled at her.
"Are you happy to finally be here, my Little Flower?" He asked her softly, his red eyes filled with a fondness he only revealed to her. It was the only thing about him that stayed the same, his blood red eyes. She had grown quite fond of them, though she realized they should have made her uneasy. But this was her Tom Cat, and she would never be afraid of him.
"Yes. I'm not sure if the school is going to talk more about how I got into Slytherin, or how different I look from the hundreds of mentions of me in their idiotic History books." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest. She felt him breathe in her scent, and she took in his own unique smell of musk and clove, with a hint of something flowery.
"Let them talk. They will soon see how powerful you are. We have plans to deal with the masses at a later time, it is expected for them to be wary of you in the beginning when you were sorted into the so called 'evil house'." He said the last few words a bit bitterly, and she sighed. He was the main one to blame after all, and he took it personally. The other houses had been wary of Slytherin when he was in school, but the wariness had turned to fear and outright hatred after his rein and fall, simply because he had been in Slytherin himself, and recruited many snakes into his ranks.
"We will bring back the respect out House deserves, Tom Cat, don't worry so much. It's not your fault they decided to blame your entire House for one person's actions. They're just blind sheep, following Dumbledore's words as if he were Merlin incarnate, they will be easy to manipulate to suit our goals. You must be patient." It was his turn to sigh, but he relaxed slightly as well.
"You are right of course, Via. I am simply angered over their idiocy. All of my plans, they were thrown away just as my sanity dwindled. The night my spell backfired, the Dark Lord Voldemort did indeed die, and I arose from the ashes. We will fix the Wizarding World, one step at a time, together. We have new plans, new and improved plans, and when we take control of Britain, they will not even realize they are until any sort of control until it is much too late." She smiled up at her first friend. They would never see them coming...
Just as they did every night, they meditated together for a while before bidding each other goodnight. Her last thoughts before she fell into a deep sleep were of Dumbledore's mangled corpse, along with the Dursley's, and what looked suspiciously like a certain red haired boy.. Tom's laughter at the images rang throughout her mind, and she sunk into darkness with a soft smile on her lips.