Hello! Sorry for the late update, but I have good news! I passed Level 9 of Certificate of Merit! Yay! But I also got Branch Honors, so I had to sit through a 2 hour recital. Not so fun. Anyways, happy Ides of March! We are celebrating the day when Gaius Julius Caesar was stabbed 23 times by a group of 60 angry Senators on the steps of the Senate. He finally died when he caught a glimpse of his friend, Marcus Brutus, rearing back to stab him. "Et tu, Brutus?"
So… After that happy note, well, yeah. I would type up the entire Mark Antony speech, but I doubt that you want to hear it.
Another special occasion, Pi Day was yesterday! Happy Pi Day everyone! 3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419771 I might've pressed some wrong keys, but, oh well. Just wanted to say thanks for anyone who reads this chapter and this story! You guys rock!
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"Lily…" she whispered, her voice softly breaking. Violet swallowed back her tears and closed her eyes, preparing for the sharp cut of the blade. If she was going to die, well, than she was going to die like a Gryffindor.
"Protego!"
Violet was suddenly flung backwards into the inky shadows. Gasping, heaving, she struggled to rise to her feet. Flashes of light brightened the corridor in a terrible way. Finally, Violet was standing, clutching her side where she'd struck the rough stone wall when she'd been thrown backwards.
"Lily?" she croaked, limping over to the scene where the light had died down. That meant that Lily had won, or… No. She wouldn't think about the alternative. Fueled by her love for her cousin, Violet struggled forward, hunched by the pain. Her head began to spin, and the room seemed to be growing darker, and then lighter, and then darker. She bit back the pain and took one more step. And then another.
Suddenly, her knees gave way and she landed heavily on her already injured side. A gasp of pain escaped her mouth, but she struggled to stay conscious. Still, the silky darkness seemed to be flowing through her line of vision.
"Help…" she murmured, finally letting the hot tears fall. Her groggy mind slowly registered the patterns the droplets made on the stone floor. Some red, some clear.
"Hey! Violet!" Echoed in the vast hollow of her mind. Her eyelids seemed to be falling shut. That's curious. A man seemed to be running towards her. "Violet!" he shouted, "Hey! Are you okay?" Violet tried to open her mouth, and scream to watch out, that there was an attacker in the corridor, to find Lily, but she couldn't. Move. Please… Her mind whispered hopelessly, before the shadows overtook, and she knew no more.
Violet awoke to a smell of sweet peppercorn. She awoke in a soft bed and bright lights. Slowly, her eyelids dragged open, and her eyes cleared to see Professor Longbottom peering at her, his eyebrows drawn so close, that it was almost comical. Seeing her awake, the tension in his shoulders seemed to drop, but his face still seemed drawn.
"Hi," he whispered, reaching out to touch her hand, but quickly pulling it back. "Um, how are you?" he asked awkwarding, fiddling with a loose thread from his sleeve. Violet stared, transfixed at the motion, before answering.
"Fine. Wait, what about Lily? Did you find her? Is she okay?" The questions streamed out of her mouth, unstoppable. "Who attacked us? Did you save us? Who saved us? Is Lily here? I don't see her! Where is she? What's for breakfast? Is it porridge?" Neville stared at her, his eyes wide.
"Um, breakfast was, um, indeed porridge." With that mumbled reply, he quickly went back to fiddling with the thread. Violet took in that answer, and nodded. Eh, she didn't like porridge, wait! What about Lily?
"Professor, you didn't answer my questions," she asked, biting back the urge to yell at him until he answered her questions.
"Yes I did, you asked about breakfast, and I told you… Porridge…" Slowly, he trailed off, looking away helplessly. "Fine, well, your cousin is fine. She was the one who ran for help actually. I don't know who attacked you, they fled the scene before we found out. So, yeah."
Violet shrugged. It was enough for her. "Why am I in the Hospital Wing?" she asked. Professor Longbottom smiled, relieved to be off of the topic.
"Well, when I found you, you were passed out. So, I brought you here, and it seems that you have a concussion and a cracked rib. Of course, Madame Pomfrey fixed you up, but she wants you to stay here for a night." Neville glanced at his battered gold watch on his bony wrist, and jumped. "Gulping Gargoyles! I'm late for my class! Bye Violet!" he yelled before sprinting from the room, hat askew and trainer untied.
Violet smirked. He'd pulled apart his sleeve with the thread he'd been playing with. He'd probably notice right in the middle of teaching.
"Oh my god! Violet! Are you okay?" Lily screamed, jumping over a pile of notes and books, just to trip over another pile of dirty laundry. Still, she scrambled to her feet and barreled into her shocked cousin, knocking her over onto the plush carpet, littered with crumpled paper and quills.
"Lily," Violet gasped breathlessly. "Crushing. Me. Get. Off."
After one more squeeze, Lily climbed off and helped her cousin up. "So," she started. Violet raised her eyebrows (she'd never gotten the hang of only lifting one).
"Yes?" She smirked. Lily rolled her eyes.
"You know what I mean. Are you okay?"
Violet shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. I kind of wish that I knew who it was though."
Lily smiled, slowly opening her mouth to spout a suicidal idea. Violet's eyes widened, knowing what was coming, as she'd seen this face as well as gone through with the ideas that had come forth.
"Are you going to say that we should go exploring again? Because I thought that you would be a little hesitant about that as I was almost killed!" Violet exclaimed, rubbing her eyes in exasperation.
"No, silly," Lily laughingly said. "I was just saying that we should eavesdrop on the teachers. I heard that they're having a meeting in, like, ten minutes."
Violet sighed. "That's so much better," she muttered. Lily shook her head in disappointment.
"You've changed." She sighed. "Before, you would've jumped at a chance to eavesdrop. Especially on your teach crush."
Violet blushed. "What is it with everyone on crushes? I don't like Professor Longbottom! He's like fifty years older than me!"
Lily smirked and picked up a TeenWitch magazine. "Suure. You so don't like him or Evan." Violet fumed.
"You know what, let's go."
Lily jumped up. "Really? Well, that worked quickly. Let's go," she cheerfully spoke, while jumping off a pile of robes and grabbing a package of Extendable Ears.
Violet stared at her. She really needed to stop getting tricked by Lily.
"We really shouldn't be doing this," Violet whispered as Lily threaded the tube through the crack in between the stone griffins.
"Oh shut up," Lily whispered back, "since when did you become a prick?" she asked. Violet squeaked in surprise.
"Excuse me?" she whisper/shouted. "I am not a prick!" Lily rolled her eyes.
"Shut up." Violet opened her mouth to retaliate, but Lily quickly hushed her and shoved an ear in her hand.
"We must keep better watch over the boy," Professor McGonagall said faintly. "We can't let another instance like last night happen again!"
"But Minerva," Professor Flitwick squeaked. "He's just a boy! We can't treat him like a monster!"
"But he is a monster, Flavius!" McGonagall nearly shouted. "I'm not saying that it's his fault, but his father is controlling him! He's being controlled by a twisted, evil, man! He is a monster!" Silence overtook the meeting.
"But, Minerva," Professor Longbottom whispered. "What about the girl? Harry's niece? Why is she being targeted?"
"I-I can't say Neville, but I do know this. We need to send the boy away. To the place we talked about. For the safety of our students, we must."
Violet pulled away. She felt sick. They were going to send Evan away like an animal! She didn't know how, or why. But she was going to find him. She was going to find him, and get some answers.
So how was that? Please let me know! I appreciate reviews! So yeah. A Violin Geek signing off!