Violet Lily Potter was, at eleven, a thin, small girl with unruly raven hair and sweet eyes, though they were framed by thick, ugly glasses which made her look even younger than she was. Her and her twin brother had nervously boarded the Hogwarts Express for the first time, in stunned awe of this wonderful new world where people seemed not only to know who they were but also respected them. They had never been loved by anyone but each other, and to go from being constantly screamed at and ignored to being revered by everyone they met was overwhelming, to say the least. Harry had met a lanky, red-haired boy and she had left to go to the bathroom, though she really just wanted to take in the atmosphere of the train. Her fingers itched to scribble down the details of her surroundings in her notebook, but the people she had passed already stared at her enough without her looking even more idiotic. She zipped up her cardigan a little more to cover the long, strangely shaped scar that curved along her collarbone.
Violet stopped to discreetly (at least, she hoped it was discreet) peer into another compartment, where a group of older boys made their wands glow with light, and in her fascination, forgot to watch where she was going. She collided directly into someone who caught her by the elbow and steadied her. Great, she thought drily. What a wonderful first start in this new world. She glanced up and found herself looking into a pair of very nice, dark blue eyes. She found herself thinking what lovely eyelashes he had. They were dark and thick, but not enough to make him look feminine. The boy drew back and she saw his whole face, the sun-streaked gold hair, the tanned skin. Then, her still-slightly-in-shock brain realised that he was glaring at her. She matched his scowl and placed her hands on her hips. Very suddenly, his anger seemed to evaporate and he stared at her in complete surprise.
Will Adam McKinnon had been raised in a completely wizarding family. His parents were both purebloods, though both Gryffindors as well, and his father worked as an auror while his mother was a healer. He had been waiting for this day ever since he had accidentally set the cat on fire, and they had known he was magical. He knewhe would be in Gryffindor, because everyone had always said so and it was the only house he felt he would belong. His best friends, Alex and Sam were waiting for him a few compartments down, but right now, he couldn't think of anything except for the eyes of the girl standing in front of him. They were exquisite, appearing simply green at a quick glance, but really, they shone with layers of browns and golds. They were wide, and bright, and… angry. He realised, too late that the glare from having collided into her was still on his face, and quickly went to smile at her before he realised who she was. She seemed so small, so ordinary, – even if she did have exceptionally pretty eyes – but Violet Potter was a legend and a hero. For surely it must be her, resembling so much the photos of her dead parents that were hidden away in yearbooks and photo albums that his mum and dad never looked at anymore. She looked a lot like her father, with her dark hair and glasses, but she had the delicate, freckled features of her mother. Her eyes, though, were entirely her own.
Too late, he realised he was staring, and that she looked livid, so he finally grinned. "Are you really who I think you are?" he said stupidly.
She looked, if it were even possible, even angrier. "Do you think I'm a mind-reader?"
"No, but-"
"Then how on earth do you expect me to have the slightest idea what you're talking about?" She did, in fact, have a very good idea about what he was talking about, but this fact didn't mean that she was going to let him know that.
"I'm sorry," he said politely. "Are you Violet Potter?"
She looked at him for a long moment. "Yes," she said shortly. "What does it matter to you?"
He realised how overwhelmed and confused she must be feeling, to have grown up with muggles her whole life and then suddenly thrown into a world of magic and wizards. So he grinned even wider, and tried to make himself sound as friendly as possible. "My name's Will McKinnon. Our parents were friends at school, did you know?"
Her eyes lit up. "Really?"
He nodded, and suddenly thought of how awful it must be to know absolutely nothing of one's parents. "My mum and dad have told me a lot about them. I'll have to write to them and let them know I've met you. You could… I mean, if you wanted to, you could write to them as well."
She looked as if she were about to burst from excitement. "I need to tell Harry!" she said happily. "You're the first person I've met yet who hasn't either been rude, or over-friendly or even worse, sympathetic."
He wondered why she thought sympathy was worse, but decided against asking and just smiled. Maybe someday, he would find out why.
She smiled back. "You already know who I am, so there's no point in introducing myself," she said laughingly.
"All the same, I don't think people can properly be friends without a formal introduction." She looked up, wondering if maybe this was some sort of strange wizarding tradition that she had to get used to, but caught the amused twinkle in his eyes.
"Alright then," she said, and held out a hand. Assuming an expression of mock grandeur, she said in a snooty voice, "Greetings, Mr McKinnon. My name is Violet, but you may refer to me as Miss Potter for the duration of our association."
Trying desperately not to laugh and failing miserably, he shook the proffered hand. He liked the feel of her small, pale hand in his larger, tan one. "A pleasure, Mademoiselle." He bowed over their joined hands and kissed hers, feeling a nervous thrill run through him as he did so. She curtseyed solemnly, and then they both burst out laughing. He swung an arm about her shoulders. "I can already tell we'll be great friends, Potter."
"Don't push your luck, McKinnon. There are a lot of people desperate to be my friend, and I'm not sure if you're the right one for the position," she said primly.
"Sure I am. I bet nobody's managed to make you laugh today except for me," he said teasingly, and she smiled even wider.
"I suppose not."
Thank you for sticking with the story! I'd just like to say that this isn't going to be one of those fanfictions where Harry's sister is a complete OC, for lack of a better term. I mean, that she just follows him around and does the exact same things as them, as if the words are just taken right from the book and her name is slipped in here and there. I want Violet to have her own story, and of course she would be involved in those epic, end-of-year adventures that J.K. Rowling wrote about so well, but I might not always go into them in such detail. The chapters might not be on a linear timeline either, so they may jump from year to year. I'd really like your opinion on that style of writing, because I'm not really sure how it's working. If you think it would be better as separate stories rather than one multi-chaptered fic, then please let me know! Your reviews are so appreciated. Love you all xxx
