Enjoy the second episode !

*I DO NO OWN HARRY POTTER*

Episode 2: The first day.

Later that evening, Violetta was up in her room, reading her new school books. She was really excited to start another school year. She didn't mind studying muggle-things as they were fascinating and she loved learning new things of all kinds. She always thought there was nothing more exciting than solving a math problem or looking at bacterias through the microscope.
She didn't mind being a Squib as well, she loved the fact she knew both worlds well and
she also loved her family. Her Aunt and Uncle, Andromeda and Ted Tonks, who took her in as an infant when she was three, and her older cousin Nymphadora, who was a metamorphmagus, and hated her full name. She always acted like a big sister to Violetta, and she couldn't be more proud when Nimmy(Which was Violetta's nickname for Nymphadora since, well, forever) graduated from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and was about to begin her Auror training.
She couldn't understand why, but she knew her aunt Andromeda was disowned by her own family, for marrying Uncle Ted. She figured it was all due to blood statuses.
'Such an idiotic thing. As if the blood determines the person.' She often thought. She knew well enough, that even though each person's DNA was in their blood, it had no impact what-so-ever about a person's skills, intelligence and traits, as their DNA was determined long before the blood. Unfortunately, wizards didn't care too much for human biology.
She knew a lot about blood-classes. Often because she eavesdropped on conversations between her uncle and aunt. She knew Meddy was a pure-blood, Ted was muggle-born, and Nimmy a half-blood.
It took her about two years of asking and pleading for answers, but she found out around the age of eight, that she was in fact- a pure-blood.
She heard a lot about pure-bloods, and knew that the majority of them were not like her own aunt Meddy. She knew the majority of them were snobbish, stuck-up and mostly prejudiced.

She'd never tell anyone, but she secretly understood why her parents left her. Well if you'd ask Meddy, they were sick, so very sick and couldn't take care of her. But Violetta knew better, she realized what a sorrow it must have been for her parents to realize, that she, their own daughter, a pure-blood, probably high-class newborn, was a squib, and had no magical powers whatsoever.
The disgrace they must've had to tolerate until they gave her up at the age of three. Surely they were tired of making excuses for her, why hadn't she done anything magical yet. Oh well.
She didn't care. If her own parents were that superficial and cared only about their status, she was pleased to say she couldn't remember who they were, or even, what they looked like. She was perfectly happy within the Tonks household, where she was loved regardless of being non-magical.

One look at the clock made Violetta realize how late it was, and she hurried to bed so that she could get her 8 hours of sleep before tomorrow. She was excited to start another school year with muggles.

..

The next day she woke up earlier than anyone in her house, and got ready quietly. She wore a new cyan dress to match her new, cyan backpack, and later, after having breakfast with her family, she went to school.
The way to the school was not short, but she didn't mind. She liked it.
On her way to school she would pass countless houses with beautiful front lawns, filled with flowers and garden-gnomes. She especially liked a lawn of an elderly couple, with beautiful rose-bushes, and she always walked a bit slower to look at them and greet the couple 'good-morning', if present.

By the time she arrived to school, it was 8:45 and the year was about to begin. She sat, as usual, in the middle of the front row, and pulled a book from her backpack, and the name-calling began.

"Look at that freak! It looks as if she actually enjoys that stuff!" A boy's voice yelled, but she ignored. "Freak!" a girl yelled. "You make us all look lazy and dumb!" She said, but Violetta still knew better than to step to their level.

She knew kids were mean, she already learnt it, years ago in Diagon alley. As Nimmy and her were walking across the shops, looking for school supplies for Nimmy, Violetta went into 'Quality Quidditch Supplies', and looked with awe at different broomstick.
Those were the only times she ever longed to be a witch. She loved quidditich and wished she could fly. As she was looking, a young boy came near her. He was about her age and had blonde, silvery hair. His eyes were greyish, and he too, looked at the brooms with amazement.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" He said. "Father would only allow me a toy-broom right now, but he promised he'd buy me a real one when I turn 11." Violetta eyed the boy jealously. "What?" He asked. "Won't your parents buy you one?"
"No.. I.. I can't" She said. "I really have to go", she turned to leave but he grabbed her hand. "I could teach you. Father says I fly well." He said, letting her go. "You just need to practice." He continued, "And then you'll be as good as me." He said, his lips setting in a snobbish smile.
"No." she said again, "I mean, I can't fly because I can't do magic. I'm a squib." She continued fiercely, annoyed by his rude behavior.
The boy eyed her for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. "A squib?! Isn't there a reserve for you freaks? Next to the Knarls and Gnomes?" He kept laughing and drew the entire store's attention to them. A tall man with long silvery blonde hair came near them. He eyed Violetta and proceeded to talk, "That's enough Draco. I'm sure the poor girl suffers enough already." He said, never breaking his gaze from Violetta. "I don't." She said, with the same tone as before, looking straight in the man's eyes. "You should suffer, having a son like him, and being rude like yourself!" she said, turning on her heels and walking away from the shop, while everyone stood, shocked, by the courage of a five year old, who stood up for herself.

As they day went on, Violetta ignored her classmates, and by 1pm, was already on her way back home. But as she walking happily back home down an empty street, she heard a voice yell her name. She recognized him immediately, as one of the bullies in her class, but he wasn't alone. "Hey Latte! Or was it cappuccino?" A different voice yelled towards her. Violetta started running, knowing this couldn't end well. She just hoped she would come across some adults, and then they couldn't do anything to her. As she was running, something hit her knee from behind, and made her trip and fall hands-first on the asphalt. As she struggled to get up, the mean laugh of the bullies grew stronger, as they ran towards her. She was terrified and her legs felt like gello, and when she got up, she fell again, landing to a sitting position. She could now see the three of them running towards her, hands filled with mud and dirt. She felt pain all over her body, and looked at her knees and palms, to find they were bleeding. As they got closer, their smiles turned evil, and all of the mud they carried, was now thrown all over her new dress. They laughed and clapped each other, and before running away, saying "Where's you scar-head boyfriend, Sca-arry? Left you? Like your parents?"

She didn't know how long she sat there crying. She felt humiliated. She couldn't care less about the reference to her parents, but her dirty dress and paining wounds made her sad and unsettled. It must have been a full hour before she rose to her feet and began walking towards her home again. Her knees hurt and the way looked longer than usual. When she got home, aunt Meddy ran towards her. "What happened? Why are you home so late?"
Violetta couldn't understand. Couldn't she see the dirty dress and bleeding knees? Did she have to ask?
"Can't you see? I'm a freak wherever I go." She said bitterly, walking towards the stairs.
"What? Letta what are you talking about?" Meddy looked puzzled as her gaze followed her niece.
"What what? Can't you see what they did to my dress?" She cried, turning towards Meddy, spreading her arms.
"Letta, who did what to your dress?" She asked. "It looks fine!"

But how? How could it look fine?
Violetta hurried to the mirror in the hall, and was amazed.
No mud stains, no cuts on her knees, her palms were okay as well. But how?
Maybe it was her imagination, but it couldn't be. Could it?

"Never mind!" Violetta said, hoping to avoid a confrontation from her aunt.
"Now wait just one second!" Meddy said. "Get back here and tell me what happened."
Violetta knew she had absolutely no choice, and told Meddy everything. Not hiding anything.

Meddy looked furious. "Those little brats!" She yelled. Luckily they were the only ones at home. She didn't want this to turn into too big of a deal.
"You are not going back to that school. In fact, I don't want you being around any muggle schools for the near future." She said angrily.
"But aunt Meddy!" Violetta cried. "No buts! You are way beyond everyone in your year anyway. You'd be safer here." Meddy said and with that turned away and stormed back to the living room.

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'That's so unfair!' Letta thought. 'I wish Ray was here! It'd be easier with him!', she thought with sadness as she went up to her room. 'I hope he's having a better time than me.'
And with that thought, a snow-white owl flew to her window. She guessed it must be Hedwig, as she looked like the owl Harry said Hagrid had bought him. She opened they window and let Hedwig in, and after she settled on her desk, Violetta unattached the letter from her leg and read:
"Hi Letta! How was your first day of the school year?
Mine was great! I was sorted into Gryffindor, and already made some friends. Everyone here is nice, and even the kids who seem a bit off are great!
I'm missing you and wishing you could be here with me, but don't worry, because we are best of friends and it won't ever be changed!
Wishing you the best and waiting for a reply,
Ray."

Violetta was excited and started writing back right away, holding back any unpleasant memories. She left the letter to dry, thinking Hedwig will like a bit of a rest, but she was all ready to fly back to her owner. Not wanting to delay her, Violetta attached the letter to her leg and watched her as she flew away.
She then sat on her bed and took out a book, which had once belonged to Nimmy, 'Magical beasts and where to find them', and started reading it. She didn't know how long she read, but she eventually fell asleep, leaving the unpleasant day behind.

..

It was away past bed time for students, but the Gryffindor first-year boys sat in their dorm room, well awake, each on their beds, and talking with each other. Dean Thomas was just finishing his explanation of football to his roommates, as none but Harry knew what it was.
"One ball?" Ron asked.
"Yes." Dean answered.
"No flying?" Seamus spoke.
"No." he answered again.
"Sound safe..." Neville said.
"Sounds boring!" Ron said, turning to face the window, as Hedwig flew through it, and landed on Harry's shoulder.
Harry took the note from her leg and thanked her, she nibbled his ear lovingly, and flew back out the window, heading for the Owlery.
"What's that?" Ron asked.
"Just a letter from a friend back home." Harry said simply, unfolding Letta's letter.
"Muggle?" Neville asked.
"She a squib, actually. I've known her for a few years." Harry said as he read her letter. She seemed happy, and Harry was happy for her. He missed her a lot, as he wasn't used to not seeing her on the first day of school.
"Harry has a girlfriend!" Seamus suddenly yelled.
"She's not!" Harry said back, "We're just friends!"
"Harry has a girlfriend!" They all chanted together, laughing at a very red-faced Harry, who was now looking furious at his friends. They must have been louder than they thought, since in five minutes, professor McGonagall opened their dorm door and demanded they go to sleep at once.
As the boys lay in their beds, she left, and Seamus asked, "What's your girlfriend's name?" and Harry, still bright-red, rose and said, "Her name is Violetta, and she's not my girlfriend."
And with that they fell asleep

Meanwhile, in a distant tower, with McGonagall sat by a desk in it, a magical quill started floating towards an ancient book. Nobody knew how, but it did. McGonagall looked at it, amazed, as the book turned its pages backwards, until stopping.
She walked over to the book, and saw the number '1981' written at the top of the page. The quill, still floating, came closer to the book, and it looked as if an imaginary hand was holding it.
It started writing, and after finishing flew back to its place.
As Professor McGonagall looked, she saw a new name appear, right below Ginevra Weasley.