A visit to old friends

10th December- 15 days till Christmas

"SO LET THE BELLS RING OUT FOR CHRISTMAS!"

A pair of hazel eyes suddenly shot open. They scanned the room and a sigh was let loose. Violet clicked her shoulder as she swing her legs over the bed, sniffing and ruffling her hair. She frowned, wondering where she had put her top and shorts. Probably left them near the bathroom Violet thought.

She padded round the room until she reached her chest of drawers. Opening them, she groaned. Instead of her lacy, frilly knickers, Violet found herself staring at Sirius' boxers. She then remembered the events of last night. FUCK! That bastard probably took my clothes! She was about to make a dash for her room, fume about what the idiot had done when she spotted a red top lying carelessly at the bottom of the chest, behind his pile of boxers. With an evil glint in her eye, Violet stripped out of her bra and pants and grabbed the item and a pair of boxers.


"Choo Choo!"

"BLEURGH!"

"No, no Harry! It's yummy! Look... mmm, oh shit, that is nice!" Remus rolled his eyes and nearly groaned as Tori began to shovel the baby food into her own mouth and not Harry's. Rubbing his eyes, Remus then continued with the pancake mix, keeping an eye on Padfoot who was eyeing the golden syrup, his grey eyes shining like a puppy, no pun intended.

A creek from the door symbolised Violet's wakening. Immediately, Sirius straightened up, flattening his hair in the process. Remus gave Sirius a look but his friend just grinned.

BANG!

"HOLY MOTHER OF MERLIN!" Tori giggled as a rather messy looking Violet Potter entered the room. But it wasn't until she was fully in the room did Tori's giggles increase to a near unbearable sound. Remus' eyes rose higher than the average males as Violet sat down on the counter. She seemed to be clothed in only what appeared to be Sirius' old Quidditch jersey and a pair of his boxers. It was an amusing sight to behold. Violet smile shone as she shifted slightly on the counter.

Silence filled the room. Remus looked to Sirius who seemed to have a hard time sitting still, constantly crossing his legs over the other one. He held a strained expression on his face.

"So." Tori said, choosing to break the awkward silence. "Did you guys have a good fuck?" This started it ALL off.

Sirius was shouting tings like,

"I would but..."

"We just needed each other!"

"I'd never take advantage of her like that!"

Violet's responses, sent with a lot more vigour were,

"You would... really?"

"I don't need anybody at the moment!"

"ADVANTAGE? DO YOU WANT TO BEAR CHILDREN?"

During all of this, Remus felt something pull on his shirt sleeve. He looked down to see little Harry smiling at him.

"Want to go outside while they fight it off? We don't want you being in the crossfire!" The boy gurgled what Remus took for a yes and lifted the small boy up, leaving the arguing couple and Tori to cool things off.


"And this, this is a Lily flower or fleur-de-lys!" Harry frowned, his little face full of confusion.

"Mama?" Harry asked. Remus just nodded.

"But your Mummy didn't actually like Lily flowers, she was a fan of Violets or Fleur de Violette!" Remus pointed to the vivid Violet flowers in the patch. Harry's face glowed and lost all confusion. He bent down and picked one, turning to Remus.

"VIVI!" Harry chuckled, Remus laughed along with him.

"Once again though, Auntie Violet doesn't like her name sake!" The little boy pouted whilst Remus continued. "She likes theses..." Remus pointed to the flower between the thorns.

"ROSE!" Harry squealed with delight when Remus gave one to him. The small boy held it closely and giggled. "RON!" He proclaimed. Remus chuckled, he knew all too well that Ronald Weasley's favourite flowers were Roses.

It was funny how, in the course of a couple of weeks, Ron and Harry has become the best of friends, never leaving each others sides when together. The Golden Duo, as Sirius called them one time. Remus smiled at the memory, he knew Harry had gained his father's troublesome streak, breaking three sets of Molly Weasley's dinner plates. He also had some of Violet's traits. The obsessive need to critically examine everything and anyone, not letting his guard down and the sometimes the boy threw tantrums, much like those of Violet's.

But there was no denying, Harry had Lily's kindness. Remus remembered saying to Harry something about his mother when he asked of her, of course, Violet had smiled slightly when he said it; "Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn't see it in themselves."

"Hey shall we go back and see if they've finished arguing?" When Remus was carrying Harry through the Potter halls he stopped to think. He would never have a child. No one would want a half breed for a son. Let alone a husband who was a werewolf. He was destined to be alone. But then he thought of what Tori had said last night.

'I know you're a werwolf Remus and I don't care. I think no less of you and no one else should. An old Muggle book that they seem to worship over said 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder' and Remus, by Merlin, you have many friends who love you for who you are, not what you are. You're brave and I respect you for that.'

For once, Remus felt tingly inside. Tori, a girl who seemed to have adopted herself into their little 'family', a girl who said weird things and took drugs, actually cared about him. And Remus liked that.

Stepping out of his trance, Remus carried Harry into the living room where Tori, now dressed in a strange pair of overalls, high heels and some sharp glasses, was talking to the helpless looking, terrified, Sirius and Violet.

"So, what do you say?"

"Violet... I am sorry that I did not passionate love to you last night." Sirius grumbled.

"WILD passionate love!" Tori added, scratching something down on a notepad.

"You're insane..." Sirius muttered.

"And you?" Tori asked Violet who looked at the floor in embarrassment. Herself and Sirius had both placed themselves strategically as far away from each other as possible.

"This is stupid." She said, but after a death glare that would have turned anyone into soup, she continued. "Sirius, I am sorry I did not fall for your seducing charms." Remus snorted so loud the other three jumped in their seats.

"SESSION OVER! That'll be five galleons please." Tori bellowed.


"I've been thinking..." Chatter rose above her voice. Violet growled. Why is no one listening to me? Violet sighed and stood up on the nearest chair. "I'VE BEEN THINKING! I'm going to visit Frank and Alice." That shut them all up. Three heads were facing her direction, even Harry had stopped on his toy broomstick to stare at her.

"Are... are you sure?" Remus stuttered, placing the cup of tea he was holding down. "I mean..."

"Remus! I know what happened but they were... ARE, our friends!" Remus paled slightly, acknowledging that the couple, now residing at St Mungo's, were their friends.

Frank Longbottom had been the fifth room-mate of the Marauders. He'd been friendly with them but wasn't part of their gang. So he remained in the library most of his time. When he wasn't in there researching botanical things for Herbology, he was found chatting to the girls in his year; Marlene McKinnon, Lily Evans, Dorcas Meadows, Emmeline Vance and Alice Wells all loved Frank, especially Alice. He was also close friends with James Potter's little sister, Violet. She, unlike any other girl, could name all the Latin names for flowers.

Frank and Alice had got together around 1976, their fifth year at Hogwarts and the hottest Summer on record. Alice had been sheltering under a silver birch tree sttempting to keep cool when James Potter, the 'arrogant toe-rag' as Lily called him, chucked a water balloon at her. Alice recalled hearing Lily shout at James and Violet telling Sirius to shut up but Alice didn't mind, at least she was cool. But it was Frank Longbottom who made her laugh. He had come over and told her about some plant that could instantly cool and dry her off. She had giggled and he finally pulled up the guts to ask her out. It was 'perfect' as she told the girls later that evening.


BING

Sarah Gowan, trainee receptionist at St Mungos, was filling her nails when she heard the bell go. She looked up slowly. Her blue eyes met hazel as she came face to face with none other than Violet Potter, the biggest bitch around.

"Violet! So nice to see you!" Sarah mocked, tossing her ebony locks over her shoulders. The girl she was addressing put on a grimace. She hadn't changed much at all, in Sarah's opinion.

She still had that messy browny black hair that looked like she had been dragged through a bush backwards. Those hazel eyes that, if you looked too close, could be beautiful. And the exact same facial features as her brother, rude, arrogant and just plain Potter-like. Sarah hated her. The one thing Violet Potter was, was perfect.

"Sarah.. hey..." Violet said, looking rather agitated. Sarah noticed this and scowled, why was she here any way? Her brother was already gone, along with the perfect Lily Evans. "Can you tell me what floor Alice and Frank Longbottom are one?" Sirius nearly laughed out loud. Those two loonies? Right nutters they were.

Sarah was about to reply when a black haired figure crashed into Violet.

"Floor Four! Remus found out, he sort of read through some files..." Sarah smirked and licked her lips. Sirius Black was looking fine. She wondered if he still remembered that they'd gone out for five days and thirty three minutes?

"Hi Sirius." She fluttered her eyelashes. Sirius looked down to her, his gorgeous grey eyes scanning her face.

"Oh it's Sasha right?" Sarah's eyes widened in shock, how could her forget her name? "Well gotta dash Sophie, we need to see friends."

Off they went, Sirius dragging Violet along, leaving Sarah Gowan to think about how much a bitch Violet Potter truly was.


Cold. One word to describe the ward which their friends were based on. No one really had any spark, and as Sirius, Violet and Remus walked down the hallway, Sirius felt empty. As they came to the end, Violet grabbed his hand hard and gasped.

Sitting next to the bed of the tired looking Frank and Alice was a small boy no older than Harry. Little Neville Longbottom sat playing with a few sweet wrappers. He looked up as the trio approached him and Sirius felt Violet's hand slip away as she went over to Neville. Sirius gulped when he looked at the boy's parents.

Both were smiling, not in the normal way, but more like the only thing they could do was smile. It was sad if anything. His eyes went to Frank. He looked worse than Alice. His brown eyes bore into Sirius' grey. Frank... what has she done to you? Sirius shook his head in shame. He hated being related to Bellatrix Lestrange.

Sirius closed his eyes for a moment to think. War. Look what it did. From Harry to Neville all because of one prophecy.

When he opened his eyes, Alice stood before him. Her blue eyes twinkling with her smile. She grasped his hand quickly, placing something in the palm of his hand. He looked down; a sweet wrapper was curled in it. Sirius' eyebrows knitted together but when he opened his mouth to question it, Alice had gone, dawdling down the pristine halls to a healer.

Sirius turned his attention to the others. Violet, who was crying, sat beside Frank's bed, bouncing the small Neville on her lap. Sirius wanted to comfort her but felt he couldn't. Looking away, Sirius saw his old friend standing by the window, his sandy hair falling onto his scarred face.

"Hey." Sirius said, coming to stand beside him. Remus nodded in acknowledgement, not turning to face him. Sirius looked out to where Remus was looking. A small boy skirted around an old oak tree, chased by a trainee healer.

"Bitten. Just five years old and he's already got this terrible curse on him." Remus lowered his head.

"Who-"

"Greyback." Remus stated, his eyes still watching the small lad sadly as he was scooped up and spun round by the healer.

"Moony, I swear if I meet him I'll-"

"Padfoot my friend... I am in no doubt of what you'd do to him. And for that, I am grateful.


"Will they... get any better?"

"I am afraid not. Their memories are permanently damaged, they are incapable of speech and... I'm sorry."

"And the boy?"

"Staying with his grandmother... I'm sorry Ms Potter, but's that all anyone can do."

Violet kept going over and over that conversation she had with the Healer. She was sat in the last room in the Potter Manor, he brother's room.

Since his death, Violet liked to come and sit down in the rocking chair and think. One day she'd think about James, the next, on what to do next. That, was the question! What would Violet do next? So far, raising Harry had been easy enough but... what about the years to follow?

"Petal! We're off to the Weasley's now!" Sirius shouted up the old stairs, his voice wavering through the air.

Right Thought Violet, I'll go see Dumbledore, he'll know what to do!

And so she left the room smiling softly, things would be okay once she went to Dumbledore. Closing the door slightly, Violet poked her head in one last time and whispered; "Bye Jamie, I'll be back."


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