p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;"strongChapter 2/strong/span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;"strong24 August 1995 /strong/span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; min-height: 15px;"span style="font-kerning: none;" /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "Why would we want such a young witch as yourself?" Dumbledore said the benevolent twinkle in his eye taking on a bit of coldness. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "Other than the fact that if you're to fight the hordes of darkness you need a lot of soldiers dedicated to the light?" Violet asked imitating Snape with an eyebrow lift of her own. "I process a certain ability to see into the future, I'm not well trained in the gift, my parents didn't think it was a good idea to raise me dependent on such a nasty and fickle ability, but I'm sure I could aid your Order with my skills." Violet finished looking Dumbledore right in the eyes. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "How do I know you truly possess this gift?" Dumbledore asked skeptical due, she was sure, to the fact that she'd just been under the same castle roof as him for seven years without a sign she was special in this way coming to his attention. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "Shall I tell you something I shouldn't know then?" Violet asked looking him in the eye. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "Be my guest," Dumbledore said suspicion still evident. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "I shouldn't know that Harry Potter and his cousin Dudley Dursley were attacked by dementors over the summer, I also shouldn't know that Mrs. Figg was the one to find them after the attack and that she has been watching Harry for years under your orders." Violet said triumphantly as Dumbledore's face clouded. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "How do you know that?" He demanded softly. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "I have small flashes sometimes of future events, some of them happen right away, others can be years in the future. I also have vivid dreams that show a full course of events to come, this was one of my dreams." Violet said becoming less sure, the look on Dumbledore's face worrying her. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;"He stood up suddenly and walked towards her standing beside her chair. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "May I see?" He asked his wand already in his hand. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;"Violet nodded not thinking of a way to turn him down. Dumbledore tilted Violet's head up so that her dark blue eyes met his light ones in a stare. She winced as he crawled into her mind searching methodically through recent memories. He finally latched into the one that he was looking for pulling it out and opening up for both of them to view. As with all her visions of the future there was a tint to it, this one was tinted yellow for fear. She watched the vision through to its conclusion and then gasped as Dumbledore quickly ripped out of her mind, instantly beginning to pace. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "You," He mumbled glancing over at her and he kept pacing. "You, will need trained, in both your gift but also in Occlumency, so that you can hide what you see from our enemies should they get their hands on you." Dumbledore said still pacing. "You managed to keep this secret from me, but you won't be kept a secret forever, so you'll need to be ready for that. We will start immediately return tomorrow for your first set of lessons." Dumbledore said effectively dismissing her. "I'm sure you can find your way out? Be back here tomorrow at seven." /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;"Violet nodded her head feeling shell shocked, this hadn't quite been the reaction she'd been expecting. Sure she was glad he was obviously considering her joining the Order, but she hadn't expected lessons. His complete lack of regard for her as a person was expected but a bit jarring anyway. Violet left his office quickly slowing her feet as she hit the main staircase aware someone was watching her. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "Well?" That deep voice drawled from her left nearly making her lose her balance as she made her way towards the main entrance. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "Well, what?" Violet snapped, at the end of her rope. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;"He raised that infuriating brow at her still managing to keep step with her as she tried in vain to outpace him. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "What did the old man say to your crazy request? You were in there much longer than I would have expected for a simple no, did he berate you for your arrogance?" Snape said after she kept silent. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" Violet stopped on a dime and spun towards him her finger up and poking him in the chest. "I don't know what your problem is, but he didn't say no, I start lessons tomorrow and I wish I'd never come here, but it's too late for that now and I've made my bed now I have to lay in it." she finished her outburst taking what was left of her energy and leaving her exhausted. "Please if you could leave me be," She said softly resuming her descent. He didn't follow her, and wether it was from shock at her outburst or from a respect for her wishes didn't care. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" Violet walked swiftly out of the castle and the whole way back to her flat not bothering to apparate such a short distance on such a warm night. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" Violet's flat was a small affair consisting of two modest rooms, one her bedroom that sported a small, but serviceable bed and a bookshelf crammed with old school books and light reading. The other room was a space divided into a small living space that was made up of a small couch and an old television, and a small kitchen with all the amenities of a muggle home including a rickety table. Violet slumped down at said rickety table and dropped her forehead down onto her arms. She'd been stupid, downright dumb to go about things this way. If her parents were still here they'd be mercilessly berating her for giving up her one bargaining chip within a day of their deaths, but they weren't here and she only had her empty kitchen to judge her. /spanThese thoughts brought tears to her eyes, she was utterly alone, and while that was something she generally enjoyed, right now it left her feeling painfully vulnerable. Dumbledore had treated her like a piece of meat assessing her worth and planning how best to use her. Violet shook her head, she needed to get some rest she hoped she could trade Madame Rosmerta for her early shift tomorrow so she could earn some money before beginning these lessons Dumbledore mentioned. /p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;"strong24 August 1995 /strong/span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; min-height: 15px;"span style="font-kerning: none;" /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "Why would we want such a young witch as yourself?" Dumbledore said the benevolent twinkle in his eye taking on a bit of coldness. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "Other than the fact that if you're to fight the hordes of darkness you need a lot of soldiers dedicated to the light?" Violet asked imitating Snape with an eyebrow lift of her own. "I process a certain ability to see into the future, I'm not well trained in the gift, my parents didn't think it was a good idea to raise me dependent on such a nasty and fickle ability, but I'm sure I could aid your Order with my skills." Violet finished looking Dumbledore right in the eyes. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "How do I know you truly possess this gift?" Dumbledore asked skeptical due, she was sure, to the fact that she'd just been under the same castle roof as him for seven years without a sign she was special in this way coming to his attention. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "Shall I tell you something I shouldn't know then?" Violet asked looking him in the eye. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "Be my guest," Dumbledore said suspicion still evident. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "I shouldn't know that Harry Potter and his cousin Dudley Dursley were attacked by dementors over the summer, I also shouldn't know that Mrs. Figg was the one to find them after the attack and that she has been watching Harry for years under your orders." Violet said triumphantly as Dumbledore's face clouded. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "How do you know that?" He demanded softly. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "I have small flashes sometimes of future events, some of them happen right away, others can be years in the future. I also have vivid dreams that show a full course of events to come, this was one of my dreams." Violet said becoming less sure, the look on Dumbledore's face worrying her. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;"He stood up suddenly and walked towards her standing beside her chair. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "May I see?" He asked his wand already in his hand. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;"Violet nodded not thinking of a way to turn him down. Dumbledore tilted Violet's head up so that her dark blue eyes met his light ones in a stare. She winced as he crawled into her mind searching methodically through recent memories. He finally latched into the one that he was looking for pulling it out and opening up for both of them to view. As with all her visions of the future there was a tint to it, this one was tinted yellow for fear. She watched the vision through to its conclusion and then gasped as Dumbledore quickly ripped out of her mind, instantly beginning to pace. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "You," He mumbled glancing over at her and he kept pacing. "You, will need trained, in both your gift but also in Occlumency, so that you can hide what you see from our enemies should they get their hands on you." Dumbledore said still pacing. "You managed to keep this secret from me, but you won't be kept a secret forever, so you'll need to be ready for that. We will start immediately return tomorrow for your first set of lessons." Dumbledore said effectively dismissing her. "I'm sure you can find your way out? Be back here tomorrow at seven." /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;"Violet nodded her head feeling shell shocked, this hadn't quite been the reaction she'd been expecting. Sure she was glad he was obviously considering her joining the Order, but she hadn't expected lessons. His complete lack of regard for her as a person was expected but a bit jarring anyway. Violet left his office quickly slowing her feet as she hit the main staircase aware someone was watching her. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "Well?" That deep voice drawled from her left nearly making her lose her balance as she made her way towards the main entrance. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "Well, what?" Violet snapped, at the end of her rope. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;"He raised that infuriating brow at her still managing to keep step with her as she tried in vain to outpace him. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" "What did the old man say to your crazy request? You were in there much longer than I would have expected for a simple no, did he berate you for your arrogance?" Snape said after she kept silent. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" Violet stopped on a dime and spun towards him her finger up and poking him in the chest. "I don't know what your problem is, but he didn't say no, I start lessons tomorrow and I wish I'd never come here, but it's too late for that now and I've made my bed now I have to lay in it." she finished her outburst taking what was left of her energy and leaving her exhausted. "Please if you could leave me be," She said softly resuming her descent. He didn't follow her, and wether it was from shock at her outburst or from a respect for her wishes didn't care. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" Violet walked swiftly out of the castle and the whole way back to her flat not bothering to apparate such a short distance on such a warm night. /span/p
p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"span style="font-kerning: none;" Violet's flat was a small affair consisting of two modest rooms, one her bedroom that sported a small, but serviceable bed and a bookshelf crammed with old school books and light reading. The other room was a space divided into a small living space that was made up of a small couch and an old television, and a small kitchen with all the amenities of a muggle home including a rickety table. Violet slumped down at said rickety table and dropped her forehead down onto her arms. She'd been stupid, downright dumb to go about things this way. If her parents were still here they'd be mercilessly berating her for giving up her one bargaining chip within a day of their deaths, but they weren't here and she only had her empty kitchen to judge her. /spanThese thoughts brought tears to her eyes, she was utterly alone, and while that was something she generally enjoyed, right now it left her feeling painfully vulnerable. Dumbledore had treated her like a piece of meat assessing her worth and planning how best to use her. Violet shook her head, she needed to get some rest she hoped she could trade Madame Rosmerta for her early shift tomorrow so she could earn some money before beginning these lessons Dumbledore mentioned. /p