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At any other occasion Dumbledore's office would have been mouth-gapping for Violet to see. The circular room was filled with interesting, fascinating things. It puffed and hummed from several places. The one thing though that caught Violet's attention regardless of her anxiety, was the big gold and red feathered bird. Violet had only seen those in books and now she couldn't believe her eyes, an actual phoenix was sitting there in Dumbledore's office. And suddenly it all made sense, the Order of the Phoenix and why Narcissa had chosen to send a phoenix flame through her house to scare the Death Eaters, well to death. Violet took a small step closer to the Phoenix. She had read a lot about them, everything etched into her brain, how they were among the smartest animals, incredibly strong, how their tears could heal about every wound. But she also knew how shy they were and so very rare.

"Sir," Violet said in a low voice, not wanting to scare the beautiful bird. "Is that an actual phoenix?"

"Yes," Dumbledore answered, his voice filled with proud. He walked over to the phoenix and stroked its head. "His name is Fawkes."

"But how," Violet asked, her eyes darting confused from Dumbledore to the phoenix. She could never have imagined that a human could actually have a phoenix as a pet.

"Well, it surely is a question of respect. Fawkes is not my pet you see, he is my dear friend."

"You truly are a great wizard, Sir," Violet said astonished.

Dumbledore chuckled; it was amazing at how cheerful this man was. "How about you put on the hat now, Violet?" He asked, a little more serious now.

"Alright," Violet replied, taking a deep breath. It was awkward how she could have cared less all the time which house she was in, as long as it wasn't Slytherin, and now she was anxious, but still eager to know what the hat would decide.

Dumbledore had already taken it off from one of the many shelves. It was old and battered. Trembling just a little bit Violet took a seat on one of the chairs next to Dumbledore's desk and waited for the moment the hat touched her hair.

"Ah, another interesting one," a voice suddenly said. Violet had to hold back a scream escaping from her throat. Even though she had been a witch for a long time, magic sometimes still freaked her out. "Had not had such an interesting combination in six years. But of course, you are Harry Potter's half-sister. That's going to be a tough one, dear. Slytherin would be a choice for you, no doubt. But I think you would reach greater heights by being in Gryffindor. Yes, that's my final choice, Gryffindor it is!"

When the hat fell silent Violet was finally able to breathe again and control her heartbeat. With shaking hands she took the hat off and looked right into Dumbledore's bright blue eyes. "So?" he asked curiously.

"I'm in Gryffindor," Violet replied excitedly, more to herself than to Dumbledore.

"Well, then I suggest you go straight up to your dormitory." Dumbledore flicked his wand. "There will be a bed and all your things waiting for you up there."

With a beaming smile Violet left Dumbledore's office, walking shakily up the stairs. She knew her destiny now and nothing could have felt better.

A/N: This chapter turned out rather short. But I just wanted to get to the point and reveal which house Violet belongs to. I guess for most of you it won't be a surprise xD

Today or tomorrow I'm going to upload the next chapter which will be set at Christmas...There sure will be a mistletoe involved ;)

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