AN: Thanks for reading! Reviews are especially welcomed for this chapter because it does overlap with JK Rowling's Epilogue. Please tell me if there are spelling mistakes too, i try to get them all but sometimes the slip past. Enjoy!

Violet awoke with a start. She thought she had screamed, but no one else had woken up, so she assumed it was just part of the dream. Violet fiddled with her blankets and thought about the nightmare. She couldn't remember what had happened, but she knew it was terrifying. Her heart was pounded against her chest as though it wanted to break free from its confinement.

She huddled herself against a corner and remained there, wide awake, until she heard others stirring. Violet slowly lowered herself onto the ground and peeked out the door as though she were afraid a monster would be there to meet her on the other side.

"What are you doing?" Rose asked from behind her, making Violet jump a foot in the air.

"N-nothing," Violet replied. "You scared me half to death."

"Okay... well let's go down for breakfast."

"Right... right."

Violet followed Rose into the kitchen where they grabbed a plate of eggs and toast. Mr. Weasley was already sitting and eating away. Hugo had yet to appear.

"School begins in a week," Mr. Weasley said.

"Yep! I can't wait!" Rose said.

"Me neither," Violet agreed with a little smile.

The week passed by rather quickly. Violet slept well the rest of the week. She probably only got the nightmare the first night because she was staying at a new and very foreign place. The Potters joined them for dinner again and once the Weasleys went to the Potter's. Violet now understood that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had been friends with the Potters since school. It made her wonder if she would be able to create such bonds with the weight of certain late family members on her shoulders. Violet stood in Rose's room with her trunk next to her, suddenly anxious about Hogwarts.

Mr. Riddle was downstairs getting further acquainted with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Violet was just walking down the steps, still out of sight, when she heard their conversation.

"You're not very closely related, but you understand how it might affect some people," Mrs. Weasley said. "He killed many people."

"It's horrifying," Mr. Riddle said. "Will other children hurt her?"

"I sure hope not," Mr. Weasley said. "There are teachers and prefects who keep a rather close eye on the students."

"And she's gotten quite close with Rose and Al," Mrs. Weasley added. "That will change many people's prejudice ideas."

"Let's just hope they're in the same house," Mr. Weasley muttered, "and not Slytherin."

"I'm sorry?" Mr. Riddle said.

"It's one of the four houses of Hogwarts," Mrs. Weasley explained. "One for each founder. They students are sorted into the houses based on prominent traits. Slytherin was the house that Voldemort was in. If Violet is sorted into Slytherin... well it might not help the situation."

Violet couldn't believe it. If she wasn't already stressed, she certainly was now. She really wanted to have fun at school and so far it was already going to be difficult, now she had to get into a house other than Slytherin so that she isn't labeled off as evil. So far Violet hadn't had time to worry about magic. Rose came down the steps next her.

"You forgot your wand," Rose said with a giggle.

"Oops," Violet laughed. "I better not do that again."

"I'm so excited, let's get going!"

Violet followed Rose down the steps and ran over to her father.

"Violet," Mr. Riddle said with a smile. The two hugged.

"You two will be following us to the train station," Mr. Weasley said.

"You'll have to trust us once we get there, alright?" Mrs. Weasley said.

Neither Violet nor Mr. Riddle quite understood what they meant, but they nodded anyway. Mr. Riddle loaded Violet's trunk into the back of his little car. Violet overheard Mrs. Weasley bickering with Mr. Weasley about driving. Apparently this was one of Mr. Weasley's first times driving. Violet giggled when Mr. Riddle looked at her nervously.

The ride was rather long, and Violet grew concerned. Gazing down at her ticket she saw that they had to reach the train by 11. Hopefully they would make it in time. Still staring at her ticket she noticed something odd. The platform was listed as platform 9 ¾. Violet wasn't sure if there was such a thing. Then she remembered that she was traveling with wizards now.

They pulled into a train station in London and rushed inside. Violet and Mr. Riddle trailed behind the Weasleys. Little Hugo had come with them and was tightly clinging to his mothers arm.

"Goodness," Mrs. Weasley murmured, "there are so many people here."

She was correct. The place was packed with people moving every which way. Violet stayed close to her father so that she would not be pushed away by a fierce moving business person or a bumbling conductor. The Weasleys stopped in between platform 9 and 10.

"Where is the platform?" Violet asked.

"Nows, where you got to trust us," Mr. Weasley said. "It's through the wall right here."

"Pardon?" Mr. Riddle said.

"Just follow us and walk through the wall," Mrs. Weasley said.

Rose and Hugo started walking quickly and to their amazement they disappeared right through the wall. Violet and Mr. Riddle looked at each other dumbfounded and watched again as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley went through the wall after them.

"Should we...?" Riddle asked.

"I guess," Violet said. "I have to get to the train, don't I?"

"Alright then..."

Violet could tell her father was very doubtful and nervous. She was also, but she had to believe in what she had just seen. With a burst of courage, she grabbed her fathers hand and ran at the wall. When she opened her eyes she and her father were at another train station filled with people happily loading up the massive train. Violet heard the conductor call all board for Hogwarts and she was filled excitement once more. She turned to her father and grinned. He smiled back at her and looked around the train station with wonder. Anything that made her father amazed was indeed impressive.

"How do I get back?" Mr. Riddle asked.

"I'm sure Mr. and Mrs. Weasley will show you how," Violet laughed. "The train leaves in ten minutes."s

"Let's load your trunk," Riddle replied.

They passed their trunk on to one of the train attendants who put it in a cart with the rest of the students'. The attendant mentioned to Riddle that they'd had to keep the trunks away from students after there were many kids stealing out of other kids stuff. But they told everyone to grab one set of robes if they weren't already wearing theirs like Rose. She was quite proud of her robes and the fact that she was going to Hogwarts. Violet didn't wear hers in case Lily came to say goodbye. She didn't want to make her feel bad.

Mr. Riddle said goodbye to the attendant. And they walked about the platform. A little ways down the Weasleys and Potters were chatting and bantering. Violet didn't want to bother them, and she wanted to spend time with her father before the train left. One sentence did drift over to them that caught Violets attention. Mr. Weasley was telling Rose that he would disinherit her if she was in Slytherin. Violet froze. Mrs. Weasley quickly disagreed with him, saying something about turning the kids against each other. Sure, Mrs. Weasley didn't care about houses, but if Mr. Weasley thought it was awful for his daughter to be put into Slytherin... what would he think of Violet if she was put there?

The conductor called for kids to board again, this time was the last call. Violet hugged and said goodbye to her father. He told her to write whenever she got the chance and she agreed. She stepped on the train, glanced over her shoulder, waved one last time to her father, and boarded. She would miss her father. She might miss her home. She didn't have friends at her other school, so there was no one there to miss. Now she was on her way to a new and exciting school.

She walked through the train's corridor, clutching her robes close to her chest and searching for an empty compartment. As she looked she accidentally ran into someone.

"I'm sorry," Violet apologized.

"It's okay," said the boy. He had short pale blonde hair and eyes that seemed cold, but he had a warm smile that lit up his face. "I'm Scorpius Malfoy."

"I'm Violet Riddle."

"Oh. I heard you were coming to Hogwarts..."

"I guess everyone has."

"I guess thats a lot of pressure. Sorry. Well it's nice to meet you."

"You too."

Scorpius began to walk away.

"Wait, what year are you?" Violet asked.

` "First, same as you."

"Alright. I'll see you around then."

"Yeah." Scorpius smiled and went into another cart.

Violet was pleased with her first encounter with someone from her grade. It gave her hope for making friends. Now all she had to do was find Al and Rose.

She went up one cart and found Rose and Al chattering away. They stopped and warmly welcomed her to join them. Violet grinned and took a seat next to Al.

"Hello," Violet said. "What's up?"

"James saw Teddy kiss our cousin!" Rose said excitedly.

"That's gross," Al remarked.

Violet laughed while Rose rolled her eyes.

"Hey, do you know a boy named Scorpius?" she asked them then.

"Dad and Uncle Harry know his Mum and Dad," Rose answered quickly, before Al could. "Dad told me to beat him in all our classes."

"Uncle Ron's being ridiculous," Al said. "He just doesn't like the kids dad. But I heard James say his granddad was a Death Eater. But I guess they switched sides by the end of the war."

"Their whole family has been in Slytherin," Rose continued, "so I bet he'll be too."

"What houses do you guys expect to be in?" Violet asked curiously.

"I want to be in Gryffindor," Al said, "but any house is fine."

"My dad wants me to be in Gryffindor," Rose told them. "He doesn't really like Syltherin."

"My dad said he new one of bravest men he's ever met from Slytherin," Al replied matter-a-fact-ly.

"Well that doesn't make much sense," Rose countered. "Gryffindor is for the brave, right?"

"And Ravenclaw is for the smart, but your mum was in Gryffindor."

"I hope we're in the same house," Violet murmured faintly.

Al and Rose turned to looked at her. They both smiled and agreed. Violet smiled half-heartedly. It didn't matter if she was brave, if she was put in Slytherin it would only appear as though she's following the footsteps of a distant relative.