Hey guys! If I don't get this out by next week, I just want to say that I'm writing this on the 27 of October. So, I'm not procrastinating yet! Also, in the beginning, it's a little dark, so you may want to skip it...
Disclaimer: Yeah basically, JK Rowling owns everything.
I woke up bound, lined up with Hans and Susie next to me. The world was dark, and I couldn't tell if I actually was awake, or if it was my imagination. The only sounds were the breaths of my friends lying beside me.
I felt around my pockets, before remembering that I had dropped it. I started freaking out. Short breathes rushed out, and tears welled up in my eyes.
Calm. Harry's voice cut through my panic. I closed my eyes, focusing on the link, and pulling himself into my mind. His presence lingered in the back of my head, barely noticeable. I focused on my surroundings. Cold. Stone floor. Dungeons? No, it's drafty. Broom closet, somewhere. I listened. No footsteps.
What's the time? I asked. Harry's confusion was palpable.
What? Right after breakfast. Actually, we're still eating. I smiled. No chatter either. We were at least two stories up.
Okay. Third floor broom closet. Next to an open window? Please come. I breathed out, before gently pushing him out of my head. I rolled side to side, knocking into my companions. Come on. I heard a groggy noise from my right. Sounds like Hans. I rolled further, and faster. Footsteps started. Harry. The door opened, towards my feet.
"Oh, look! The Potter girl is awake! I guess she wants to start, huh?" A coarse voice spoke.
HARRY! HURRY! I shouted mentally.
"You're right. So eager." A calloused finger traced patterns on my calf, before roughly grabbing my legs and pulling me out, my head bouncing against the cold floor. He slung me against the wall.
"So pretty." A husky voiced male brushed my hair back from my blindfold, playing with my bottom lip. I snapped at it. "And fiery!" He laughed mockingly. Panic set in, slowly shivering up my back, setting goosebumps free.
"Oh, let me play with her, please?" A new voice begged. I shut my eyes. terrified. I was terrified. With all Vernon had done, he didn't touch me. Not like this.
"No. Later. Right now, she's just a messenger." The husky voiced male backed away. "The message is to your brother. Don't mess with snakes. We bite." A fist collided with my cheek, and despite my situation, I smiled. I could deal with this. Pain was nothing new.
My head collided with the floor, and I hid my smile quickly, berating myself for my break in the mask. They can't know I don't care. Someone kicked me in the stomach. I coughed up some blood.
"Wait." The leader called, stopping the beating. I balled up. No. He couldn't have seen it. No. "Was that a smile, Puff?" The sneer on his face, though I could not see it, was evident in his voice. "Take out her friends." No. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. No. He can't, he won't, I won't let him. He can't hurt my friends. I've just met them, don't hurt them, please. Please.
The sound of footsteps sounded in the newly silent room, with the swish of cloth dragging. Thud. A scream echoed in the room, followed with sobbed. They were joined with another voice. Over. Over.
Harry. Harry. Over and over. I pleaded. Tears ran down my face. It lasted for hours. Hours.
"Stop." The boy stopped them again. "We'll be late for class if we don't discontinue." Grunts followed his sentiment, and thudding footsteps intermingled with the sobs around. "Oh, and if you girls even think of reporting? I know where your brother sleeps, Violet." He walked away, as horror rushed down my spine, along with disgust of my name on his tongue. I shivered.
"Hans? Susie? You guys okay?" I called out to my friends.
"Yeah." Hans called back.
"Mmm." Susie whined.
Seconds past, then the blindfold disappeared, and the ropes vanished. I jumped, before running to my friends. Susie first, because she was closest. I grabbed my wand from a small pile near the center of the room.
"Episkey. Scourgify. Reparo." I incanted, waving my wand. Susie shrieked as her bones cracked into place. I rushed over to Hans, repeating the procedure. Then the tears rushed back.
"I- I'm so so- so- sorry." I sobbed, gasping for breath. "Thi- This is a- all my fault." Susie walked over and grabbed my hands.
"Never think that." She spat. "This- none of this- is your fault."
"Yeah," Hans chimed in, grinning. "You even healed us!" I cracked a smile, looking at my friends. Hans grabbed her wand, before her smile faded.
"They left us a message." She growled. "Dear Violet and Company," She stated
This is your captor. I hope you find yourselves well, and not fatally injured. ("Arrogant *******." Susie spat.") I would like to remind you that this was a message. We didn't want to hurt you ("Sure." Hans sneered), it was just the easiest way to get the message across-
I stood up abruptly. "CLASS!" I bolted from the room, cleaning myself up as I ran out, my friends hot on my trail. A warning bell sounded across the school.
The three of us rushed into Herbology just as Professor Sprout called out Hans' name.
"Here!" She chimed, sliding into an empty seat, next to a chubby dark haired boy. Professor Sprout looked up in surprise before smiling and looking down, back at the attendance, and continuing.
"Okay class, today we will report these sonatas narcissus. Does anyone know-"
Neville, Hermione, and Hans hands all flew into the air. "Mr. Longbottom?" Professor Sprout called out.
"More commonly known as Noisy Narcissus, it's not dangerous at all. However, when out of soil it makes an annoying honking noise, which is where it gets it's name." Neville aid it all in one breath, and smiling afterwards.
"Correct. Five points to anyone know what-" Again, she is interrupted with hands flying into the air. Sighing she calls out, " ."
"Noisy Narcissus are used to make a paste that can help vanish scars." My eyes widen this, and I remind myself I need to go to the library. That would be useful.
"Right. Five Points to Hufflepuff." Professor Sprout turned towards the class. "To re-pot these plants, first, you fill up the pot with soil, and create a indentation…" I zoned out. I knew how to do this. I read the textbook. Finally she stopped, and everyone started moving.
"Where were you?" Harry whispered, "I tried to talk to you, but you weren't… there." I looked at him shocked.
"What?" I whisper shouted. "You didn't hear me say anything?" Horror trickled down my spine, and I whipped around to face Hands and Susie, who looked back confusedly, both being rather quiet. "We'll talk later." I told them, before looking back at Harry.
"I'm sorry about last night. I won't do that again, not without your permission." Disgust welled up in me. One of those disgusting boys had been in my head. I shivered.
"It's okay." Harry looked at me worriedly. "Are you okay?"
I smiled at him. He was still so sweet. Still innocent. He had forgotten pain, and for that I envied him. "Yeah, younger brother." I teased him, before turning back to my work.
"Did you give him the message?" I looked at Susie, who returned it acceptingly. "You made the right choice." SHe told me, shifting her attention to the flowers, and leaving me to wonder if I did. This would affect all of us. I breathed in. But we would stay strong together.
A small giggle snapped me into blushed at my look, before continuing to talk to Nevill. I smiled. Oh, she was going to get teased about that. Someone's got a crush.
Susie nudges me. "The package. We still good for heading down after Transfiguration?" I nodded.
"I'll send down Hedwig after class." I told her. Her eyebrows furrowed.
"Harry's owl." I shrugged. "He said I could use it on the train."
"Don't forget, we also need to finish the letter." She finished worriedly.
"Yeah." My lips thinned, distracting myself with the narcissus again, and Hans, which is why I notice her sit straight up, and can jab her, before she says something we'll regret.
"Eep!" She shrieks, blushing madly, but giving me a grateful look. She leans over Susie. "When you were passed out, did you have any, um, dreams?" She gives me a look, but it's unnecessary. I knew what she was talking about.
"No." I shake my head, confused.
Now Susie looks intrigued. "What about before your discovery of being a wizard?" She inquired.
"No. Is that weird?" I looked in between them. Susie looked mystified.
"Yeah. I don't know what it is, though. We'll have to visit the library." Hans groaned at that.
"Okay. I need to look at something anyway." I scrunched n=my nose in thought, before turning to Harry, "Hey, have you been having nightmares?"
He looked at me bewildered. "No, but I woke up in a cold sweat. How'd you know?" I frowned, then smirked at his last question.
"Intuition." I winked, before turning back to my friends, and scrutinizing them. They had said they were going to stand with me. Even when I didn't tell Harry the message. I smiled happily, before becoming serious.
"I need to tell you-" A bell rang, ending class. I exited the stuffy room quickly, shakily drawing a breath of air, and glancing around. I drew my wand carefully, concealing it in the folds of my robe. I saw Susie and Hans mimic my actions.
"You were saying?" Susie said casually.
"Yeah. Well, Harry and I are twins, right?" They nodded. "Well, we can sort of communicate telepathically." Hans gasped, while Susie shrugged.
"I figured you would be able to. Most magical twins can." We looked at her shocked, as she shrugged again. "Anyway, the letter for Hagrid?"
"Right!" I whistled loudly, and a white blur whirled down. Sitting down, I pulled out a quill and a piece of parchment, and quickly wrote out a note. "Hagrid, girl, okay?" She hooted softly, before heading out. I smiled at the disappearing form.
"Uh-oh. Trouble, two o'clock." Hans mumbled lowly. "Looks like Gryffindors."
I mumble under my breath. "Protego." An invisible shield forms around us as we run towards the door to get to Transfiguration.
"Hey!" I say, struck with an idea. "We should research ahead for defense."
Susie's eyebrows raise, and she nods, while Hans mutters, "'Cause everyone's already after us."
The Gryffindors come closer to us. "Hey, firsties!" One calls out. I look sideways at my friends.
"I got it." I mumble. I turn, wide eyed. "Were you going to show us how to get to our class?" I start, with the tone of a rambler. "Because, well, we have Professor Mcgonagall next, and I hear she's really scary, and i don't want to get yelled at for being late, and we don't have an excuse, and-"
"Nevermind." One of them grumbles, as they leave.
"Oh." I said in a sad tone while smirking behind their backs. "C'mon guys! We don't want to be late!" I fake panic, while putting my hands in my pockets and walking towards the entrance.
"Wow." Hans says when they catch up. "Goodness girl, you're good." I laugh it off, and we go in, my head full of revenge, prophecies and thought of occlumency.
A week! I got it on time! It's a little longer, and the story's getting into swing! Why do you guys think that Violet didn't have visions before Diagon Alley?
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