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A.N. So I did some debating with myself, and I determined that events that would take place when Violet is five-eight aren't of any real interest, well six had some potential but I decided I can incorporate the events of her being age six into the story later on. That being said this chapter starts out with Violet being nine. There will be a few chapters with her being nine, a few chapters with her being ten, before we begin to get into the stuff of when she's going to be going to Hogwarts, that being said vote for what house you want Violet to be in, this can be done on my poll located on my profile or through review.

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Chapter 6

I groan as someone tries to shake me awake, I bury my head further into my pillow; a light laugh is the response. Aunt Fate, how could she possibly be up at this hour, it's too early. "Come now little one, your father and I have come to an agreement with your uncle. This is a once in a lifetime thing for him I'm sure, just thought of disrupting the time line with his destruction gives him an adrenaline rush." What in the world is she talking about what do I have to do with uncle Chaos and time travel.

"I suppose if you won't awaken for the day, I shall tell the others you don't wish to learn Parselmagic after all." I jump out of bed as fast as I can at that, absolutely not, I am learning Parselmagic, I have been waiting years for this to happen. She just laughs lightly, I roll my eyes as I race from my room to the kitchen for breakfast, dad and uncle are already eating...rude.

"Ah there she is, now Violet we have made the proper arrangements to send you back in time. You will be going to the founders Era of Hogwarts with the Salazar Slytherin; he'll be able to teach you Parselmagic. It's one of magics most complex forms; you will not see us for more than a year. Are you prepared to more or less cut off any and all communication? They cannot and I can't stress this enough, know who you are, if you must act as though you have no caretakers, give no more the name Violet is that clear."

"Yes daddy, don't give away unnecessary information, go to the past, go to Hogwarts, learn Parselmagic from Salazar, once completed come straight home I'm assuming? " Dad just sighs before nodding his head, as I finish off my breakfast I can't help the grin on my face, this is so exciting. I'm going to learn Parselmagic from Salazar Slytherin himself nothing could be cooler than that. I wonder how I should go about this; it's not like Parseltongue was common then either if I'm correct he was the original parselmouth.

As soon I'm finished with my breakfast I stand to give a hug goodbye to the members of my family, first Fate, then Chaos and lastly dad. Once done I pull the charm of Voldemort's wand off of my bracelet and transfigure my clothes to look more like something they'd expect me to wear. Old fashioned and a bit on the side of ratty because I won't have any care takers. I feel bad doing this, manipulating the founders, it's unheard of, then again I wonder if I could out Slytherin the Salazar Slytherin.

I haven't seen Draco much since I was six really, and even then it was just barely, after all I spent three months with my muggle relatives at five when the normal family meeting that takes place every century had occurred. Then I spent five months meddling around in the year 1944 most of which really weren't that necessary, and that was behind dad's back, I'd never seen him so livid about anything. After that I spent a year learning from some guy named Merlin who during his time seemed to be a well versed light wizard. After him of course I spent a year with an equally well versed dark witch by the name of Morgana…no it's been too long since I've seen Draco.

And now it seems that I will be spending more than a year learning Parselmagic from Salazar Slytherin, and probably some magic from the other Hogwarts Founders. Of course that's all assuming that I can out Slytherin the original Slytherin, which if I manage I'll have to tell about to Draco every opportunity that I could possibly get. Then again I couldn't out Slytherin Tom Riddle, and he was a descendant of Slytherin, the original may be far worse than the heir. I suppose though there is only one way for me to find out for sure.

Bearing that thought in mind I pull my special time turner from uncle Time from beneath my shirt, I take a deep breath and begin to set the time turner for centuries, decades and years. Rather than like a regular time turner this one works in a way of year rather than hour in a way. I just have to set the date basically, turning the hourglass nine times I press the centuries circle down, and then do the same only with the decades, then turn it one time for years; setting it for the year 991. I close my eyes at the familiar sensation of time travel over takes my body.

Time traveling from behind the Veil is easier than outside of it, because behind the Veil time technically doesn't exist, at least the concept doesn't, not in the same manner at least. As soon as the spinning feeling stops I open my eyes to see the inside of dad's castle for about a minute before the time turner forces me into the mortal plain. I frown as I take in my surroundings, I'm in the middle of a desert, and nope this just won't work taking a deep breath I take a step forward. I smile a little to myself when I see a newly built Hogwarts not far away from me, given the sudden influx of trees and light, I'd say the Forbidden Forest.

This could work, lost wandering child will be so much more believable than child that appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the school. Granted not as much fun but I haven't been the one for dramatic entrances since I was six, that had been a bad year for me. Chaos said that it was as though I had allowed for myself to become broken; it was the first time everyone actually agreed with dad on the soul mate issue. After all before that despite all the reprimands I would get for my carelessness I would wear my emotions on my sleeves and wouldn't be wary of who I told I had Voldemort's wand and that I was Death's own daughter.

It had taken learning Occlumency from a teenage version of Voldemort for me to finally stop being an open book. I learned that being so open about any information can prove to be dangerous and so I adopted the typical Slytherin mask. I opted for guarded mind and emotions of a trained occlumens and I stopped being so open about who I am and what I'm feeling. As it stands Time seems to be the only one that saw the whole thing as beneficial to me, and most of the others never found out about it.

Releasing a slow breath I set my watch so that it knows I've traveled back in time nine-hundred ninety-eight years, I watch as it begins running numbers before it finally settles. I frown at the digital numbers, 1:8:2:3:7:45:20, years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes and seconds. This is almost as long as I had when I was back in the time of Merlin and Morgana when I was learning from them. I watch quietly as the seconds count down on my watch, I smile just a little as I transfigure it into a bracelet. Once I get some proper robes that I can hide it under I'll just cast a disillusionment charm on it so I don't have to transfigure it every night to be sure nothing on my limit has changed dramatically.

Quietly I begin to make my trek through the Forbidden Forest, when the opportunity to further rip my clothes or muddy them arrives I make no hesitation in taking it. Muse and Fate would be horrified what I'm doing to my clothes of their design, even if I've transfigured them, they've been telling me for years that they love these outfits. I grin when I see a mud puddle, at home I'm never allowed to get dirty, that thought in mind I jump into the puddle splattering mud all over me, I make sure to get some on my face and in my hair for good measure.

Once satisfied with how filthy I look I continue on my way to through the Forbidden Forest in the direction that I know the castle to be. When I finally reach the edge of the forest I sigh a bit in relief to see that there are a few students headed to the hut not far from here. As I approach closer one of them pauses as they spot me, I hold back a grin as they grab the attention of their companions. I continue to walk forward in manner that makes it appears as though I'm stumbling I force myself to collapse on the ground about ten feet from them, but not to pass out.

I force myself to breathe heavily at the sound of approaching footsteps, through half lidded eyes I look up to see the somewhat blurred faces of the three students. Two male and one female, all standing so that the light from the sun can blind me, causing the slight blur, I'm seeing. "Do you think she's one of the first years; I know there aren't a lot of students yet, but we could easily have missed one. Her eyes are half open and moving about so she's definitely conscious to the point of being slightly aware…or at the very least responsive."

"So much for going into the Forbidden Forest with Sir Gryffindor to help him pick ingredients for potions, come on let us get her to the hut, he should already be inside." I groan from real pain as I feel my arm being jarred, I slow glance at it shows my bone is poking at the skin of my arm, when did I break my arm? Oh well I suppose that the more injured and hurt I appear the better my chances at success, I remember trying to give myself some scrapes a bruises and a twisted ankle, which had been an accident, but I don't remember the arm at all. I frown as everything suddenly begins to go dark, something is definitely not right; I hear muffled voices as darkness consumes me.

I wake to blinding white light and white walls, the hard surface I'm lying on means only one thing, I'm in an infirmary, but what in the name of Salazar happened. As the light stops blinding me I move to sit up only for a hand to gently push me back down. I groan in slight frustration though it probably doesn't sound like it, I close my eyes trying to remember when and how I broke my arm, or better yet how I ended up passing out for real. I shoot up like a bullet as realization dawns on me…Karma… that…of course she cursed me to have a hard life, I should have known she'd see this as the perfect opportunity to do me harm.

"Careful now dear, you should not be sitting up so soon, you need to lie back down and relax; you have quite the extensive amount of injuries. Four broken ribs, a break in your left arm, dehydration, a twisted ankle, a minor concussion, you also have several bruises and cuts." Four broken ribs, when in the, what; I swear when I get my hands on Karma she's going to pay, nobody messes with Heiress Death, nobody. I plop back down the bed, and groan at the feel of the pillow, I should've thought about the fact that things weren't as good as I'm used to.

"Master look, the young hatchling has awakened, and we missed it because you had to go check in with the students. I should bite your head off for this…I should because now my plans are all ruined." I turn my head in the direction of the ever familiar hissing that is Parseltongue, I widen my eyes at what I see just inside the door. Slytherin green robes, dark black hair, dark forest green eyes, aristocratic features, and a beard that doesn't quite reach his chest. The python draped around his shoulders and the locket with an S on it the only indication I need that this is the Salazar Slytherin.

"Hush now, your plans would have done nothing but frighten the poor child and just from the looks of her you can tell she has already been through enough. Have you managed to heal any of her injuries Rowena?" I turn my head in the opposite direction to see a woman with dark long hair and light skin, Rowena Ravenclaw without a doubt. A scoff turns my attention back towards the door and there I see a man with a large build and rather long and scraggly red hair. Next to him is a plump woman with a gentle smile on her face, Godric Gryffindor and Helga Hufflepuff.

"I told you I was not going to attempt anything until after she had awoken because I was not sure her core could handle the added stress. However now that she is awake I should be able to heal all of her minor injuries no problem." I watch as Rowena waves her wand and sigh in relief at the feel of the healing magic as my cuts and bruises leave my body. She then waves her wand by my ankle and I grimace as my ankle is fixed.

"Salazar could you help me to reset the bone in her arm, hold her still while put the two bone pieces back into place, Godric give her something to bite on." I refrain from rolling my eyes as two hands come to rest on either side of my shoulders from behind me, while Godric offers up a rag he found on the ground, not going to happen. He just shrugs his shoulders and tells Rowena to go ahead and set the bone in my arm, I wince at the feel of the bones moving through the possibly torn muscles and ligaments. Other than that however I don't so much as move, I don't scream in pain or try to grind my teeth together from the pain.

"There, that's all we can do for now, anything else would put too much strain on her body, thank you Salazar for your help, and you as well Godric for attempting to." The hands that were holding me down carefully move me into a sitting position while something is placed behind me so I can somewhat sit up; thank Salazar because I don't think I could take lying down much longer. All four adults are soon within my vision each one studying me carefully, likely all for different reasons as well. Godric, no surprise is the first of them to speak breaking the ensuing silence from earlier.

"I am Godric Gryffindor, she is Rowena Ravenclaw, this kind lady is Helga Hufflepuff and you will find the one with the sinister look in his eye goes by the name of Salazar Slytherin." Said person glares at the other founder, who only cracks a wry grin at him in return. Salazar rolls his eyes before discretely pulling out his wand and sending a stinging hex at his companion who jumps at the sudden hex, I hold back a laugh as Salazar cast him an innocent look.

"Men, so childish even when a situation calls for mature behavior, now do you mind answering a few questions for us? Do you know where you are, what is your name, and how did you get here?" I didn't even say that I'd answer her questions and she still chose to be quick to ask the questions that she had in mind for initial questions. It's something I'd almost expect from a Slytherin although I suppose a Slytherin has a bit more subtlety than that.

"I'm Violet, I don't know where I am, all I remember is running away from the men and finding myself in a dark forest, and then I saw a castle and I passed out." They all get varying looks on their faces, Salazar looks at me with suspicion, Helga pity, Godric bewilderment and Rowena is looking at me with curiosity, Salazar is the most dangerous for me at the moment. As the silence continues I can't help but wonder who's going to ask a nagging question in their mind first.

"What men Violet?" Godric, I can handle answering the question for him no problem, I take a deep breath and slowly release it thinking over my answer but showing not hesitancy but reluctance to build on Helga's pity.

"The men that took me…I have never had a real family, but I did stay with a nice family once, before the men came. They killed the entire family, and since I was the only girl, they took me, I tried to fight them when I could not they would often beat me. Finally one night all three have them got drunk and I stole one of their wands and…and I ran. I lost track of how much time has passed, I think maybe it has been maybe two weeks." Godric turns away and punches the wall, a crack resounds around the room, a few pieces of the wall fall to the ground.

"Unbelievable! How could people do that to a little girl, how could they be so cruel as to harm a child? I swear I will hunt down these men and I will kill them, it is one thing when men like that harmed me at a younger age, but to harm a child so young, a little girl?" Rowena and Helga both wince at his shouted words, while Salazar steps protectively in front of all three of us, does he think that Godric would harm us in his fit of anger? I glance down realization dawns on me, Godric's gloves, one of them is ripped to reveal flesh from his punch to the wall. Of course, I should have remembered from my first little adventure with Draco.

"Karma is often unfair and unjust, but Death will always get vengeance for those who have been wronged. He gifted you with his touch, it is why you wear the gloves, it is why I wear mine as well, in a way. When I lose control of my emotions, or when I am in my sleep I cannot control it, however, when I am calm and awake, control is as easy as breathing." Godric freezes his temper tantrum of hitting the wall and throwing things and looks at me in stunned silence.

I give him a soft smile as I force my way off the bed despite the protest, I pick up a small piece of wood from a piece of furniture he had broken. I remove my right glove and place my hand on the piece of wood, I keep quiet as I watch it begin to decay before me, before removing my hand I undo the damage so that it is as good as new. "Control is possible, all it takes is a little practice, I have had this gift since infancy, the gloves were once needed but are now a mere precaution. All it takes is practice, patience and a friend that cares enough to keep you going even when you wish to quit.

"That…amazing…I have never heard of someone learning control over Death's touch." I shake my head at Salazar's words; it would seem that I could perhaps teach them a few things while I am here as well.

"One cannot truly control the touch, not even Death himself because it is within his nature to use the touch when enraged even if he were not to want to use it. The nature is passed onto those who have been gifted or cursed with this touch. Sometimes we may not see the good in things like this touch but the touch is not about learning to control it, it is about learning not to kill others with it, even those that will harm you. This touch is about developing your own self-restraint, the ones that survive having it are the ones that learn to control themselves, although gloves do prove to help."

"That is very perceptive, Rowena I think we finally found someone who is wiser than you, and for that I like her already. How old are you Violet?" A little out of nowhere with the question, although if hearing wise words from a mere child I suppose their curiosity could very well take over in that aspect.

"I turned nine on the last day of the seventh month, it was the day before the men took me, but that is of no matter. Time is of the essence, the wisest of everyone is Time himself, except perhaps Lady Magic, and I am taking up much of your time, and so you are losing chances to gain wisdom." They all briefly give me blank looks before they quickly cover them up in a typical pureblood manner most only associate with Salazar Slytherin. I suppose back in this time it could be typical behavior for everyone and not just the cunning Salazar Slytherin.

"I do not think any wisdom will be lost by remaining with you young one, you seem to have wisdom far beyond your years. Besides it does not take much to help Godric gain more wisdom, he may be the epitome of proper pureblood behavior, but he seems to also get reckless in the face of danger." Godric the epitome of pureblood behavior, Draco always said that it was the house of reckless, rash idiots, of course I never believed the idiot part but the rest, I've heard from everyone else often enough.

"Perhaps you are correct, where exactly are we, I gathered it is a castle based on the view I received before I fell unconscious however I did not recognize it." I hate this no talking in conjunctions things, why can't they just speak modern English? Honestly I think I'm starting to sound like dad when he's working, talking to the souls attempting to make himself sound infinitely wiser by not using conjunctions. The silent snake wrapped around Salazar's shoulders begins to slither its way to the ground, it comes towards me and slides its way up to my own shoulders.

"Master, the girl smells of Death still, and not in the way of your companion, the one that wears the extra skin on his hands so not to destroy anything. She smells much like the one that claims the souls of humans, she smells of him as though she is his child. I have heard that he does have a child, with eyes the green of a spell that kills, who controls his powers and speaks with wisdom and acts with a kind heart. I think that this child is her, this is Death's hatchling, I am sure of it, and you should ask her."

"You are at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, we are the founders of this establishment, and we hope to train all magicals in the ways of magic. We hope that with training that fewer children of Lady Magic will be taken to be burned by the muggles." Fewer, it's not even the era of the witch trials yet, the occasional killing perhaps but they have seen nothing of what is to come. On the bright side while Slytherin looks contemplative of what has been said by his snake resting on my shoulders he's yet to speak on it.

"You are rather calm for a small child with a large snake on her shoulders, it is rather unusual really, and I still do not like that thing crawling on me." I give Godric a gentle smile as I turn my attention to the snake that is watching me carefully.

"Snakes are one of my more favored animals; they have always been a constant companion for me, someone that I could talk to." I leave off the part about how they'll talk back and stroke the snake on her head, she flicks her tongue out at me and I smile a little. A glance at the adults around me shows complete shock for most of them Salazar is smirking in an I told you so manner.

"Would you look at that Salazar is not the only person in the castle who thinks snakes are the best any more, good for you Sal. Of course you'll always be the only Parseltongue until your son is of Hogwarts age, but I believe he has near a decade to wait." Shows what he knows, I speak Parseltongue quite fine thank you very much as do all of the snakes and I'm sure he has plenty of them around being Salazar Slytherin.

"Are you Death's hatchling child, I have heard not even Death himself can speak the language of the serpents, but there have been claims his daughter can. Are you her, are you the heiress, you smell of him, you are his hatchling. Why are you here though, do you wish to learn the magics of my master and his companions, perhaps you wish also to learn my master's special magic, combined with my language?" I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from responding to the snake, it would not do well to answer her in front of them. If I'm going to out Slytherin the original then I need to be patient about it.

"The child is a normal child Anguis, just cursed with the same curse as Godric, nothing more, she is not the child of Death." Shows what he knows, his snake is entirely and completely right, of course, I am Death's daughter and I do know the language of snakes and I do want to learn magic from him and his friends, particularly Parselmagic from him.

"I will laugh when you are proven wrong Salazar, the child is a speaker and she is the child of Death, you will see what this hatchling can do. I can tell, she can cause decay, she can take a life and she can save it, her hair is darker than night and her eyes the green of a killing spell, she smells of Death. She is his hatchling and she will show you just as much one of these days, just you wait. I am most hungry hatchling; will you take me to the forest so that I may hunt?"

"Anguis would like for you to take her to the Forbidden Forest so she may hunt, if you would like I can escort you there. The forest is a dangerous place; I have let a few too many dangerous creatures loose there for it to be considered safe." I look from Salazar to the snake on my shoulders and ponder the offer; I glance at the other founders to see they each look a little more than apprehensive.

"That sounds acceptable," Rowena frowns at the both of us and crosses her arms eyes narrowed.

"She's not going anywhere until she's in some proper clothes, not only that but she needs to be resting she is still very injured. You can tell your snake that she can either go with just you or by herself Salazar, Violet is not to leave this room until I deem it to be acceptable am I understood?" Well that's not very nice, I am more than capable of taking care of myself, I am Death's daughter after all. I turn my own narrowed gaze on Rowena and the other founders that want to order me around, they all freeze up.

"I am more than capable of taking care of myself Rowena Ravenclaw; just because of what led me to be here does not mean I am incapable. Do not imply that I am not or you will find yourself quick to regret it, I am not someone you wish to have as an enemy." With those words I leave the room followed quickly by Salazar Slytherin, I make my way through the corridor before pausing as I realize I have no idea as to where I'm going. Salazar lets out a light chuckle before taking the lead in the opposite direction leading me down the stairs and outside. I smile a little when I see the Forbidden Forest ahead, once there I allow for Anguis to slither down from my shoulder and onto the ground so she may hunt in the forest.

"Your eyes glow the red of blood when you are angry, why?" I turn to Salazar at his sudden question; I would say that it is harmless enough.

"Horcruxes are a dark magic that tear apart the soul, when you do this it can cause your eyes to flash red when angered. I may be nine but I know the basics of things, I have a soul mate, he has created so many horcruxes that his eyes are constantly crimson. He is one of the most dangerous wizards in history but very few know his real name, when I am angry my eyes are the color of his, when I am upset they go the color his eyes once were. Before I was born there was a prophecy saying that I would be either his defeat or his key to victory, but he only knew of the first part where I could defeat him. He killed my parents and gave me this scar when he tried to kill me with a curse that has never failed in all its years. And that was when Death took me to raise as his daughter, away from the war, away from the fame, and away from mortals."

"You mean for once Anguis was right in saying something, usually the guesses she makes about people are completely off, but she was insistent that you are the daughter of Death." I give him a small smile at that as I look into the forest to see small animals scurrying about. They are most likely fleeing from the large snake wanting to make them into a meal to solve her hunger.

"Anguis is a clever snake, she wasn't wrong, Death is my father and I do have all of his powers through my adoption. He often times will send me through the ages for me to learn magic that has died out, or from only the best. I suspect that there are a lot of magics I can learn here at Hogwarts, Parselmagic among them; seeing as he cannot speak Parseltongue. I can of course but that is because I am horcrux for someone who can… the most feared Dark lord in history, he goes by the name of Voldemort, but his real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. He's a half blood though I don't know how he feels about that…what being the last living descendent of the Great Salazar Slytherin himself, the epitome of pureblooded bigotry."

"I honestly think that Godric fits that description a little better than me, although I suppose if history calls me great than whom am I to argue over one misunderstanding." More than a few I think but I'm not going to even bother with telling him all of the terrible things people think of him. "How did you really come across all of your injuries?"

"Karma has a vendetta against me as I have one of her powers, the ability to evoke feelings of regret and gratitude in others. She cursed me to a hard life and to lose all those I ever care for. Besides the fact he doesn't ever want me to meet Voldemort again I think it may be one of the reasons why Death does not let me visit the mortal plain."

"Hmm…tell you what, get the others to teach all the magic that they know, and then I shall teach you all the magic that I know, Parselmagic included." I grin a small grin; I quickly glance at my watch and frown. 1:6:1:2:5:12:10, I've already lost myself a lot of time that could be spent here, I'll have to tread more carefully.