When I opened my eyes I brushed myself off as I stepped out of the fireplace, in the foyer of Hogwarts.

I started to run down the empty halls leaving my trunk behind as though I was being chased. It's not like it was going anywhere anyways. I found myself fighting back tears the whole way down to where Dumbledore slept. When I got to the large Phoenix statue I remembered one thing...I didn't know the password. It changed every term because not everyone needed to know it. I slid down the stone wall and brought my knees to my chest, hugging them as though it was my only sense of security.

After thirty minutes or so of just sitting there in this position I finally leaned back, letting my head rest against the stone wall. I closed my eyes and figured that either when I awoke it would be morning, or Filch would find me first. Either way things were about to change.

***

"Ms. Riddle," I heard a voice say, followed by a slight rubbing on my shoulder. For a moment I forgot where I was, but then I when I finally realized whom that voice belonged to I quickly opened my eyes and sat up straight. I looked around the still empty, but slightly brighter hallways of Hogwarts. Just as quickly as I realized where I was, all my memories flooded back from just last night. I looked up at Dumbledore and quickly got on my feet followed by a head rush. I put my hand on my head.

"Violet," Dumbledore said in the most serious tone I have ever heard, "what happened?"

He didn't even have to ask me why I was there, he already knew why, now he just needed to know what it was that happened.

I didn't look him in the eyes but I already felt the tears welling up.

"My mom," I said softly, barely audible, "sh-sh-sh-sh-she," I choked out a sob.

Dumbledore reassuringly grabbed my hand and led me to the statue. He of course didn't have to say the password, he just waved his hand and the bird began turning followed by the stairway.

I was trying to calm myself done, but it seemed to be something that was impossible.

Once we reached his office he led me to a chair and without any direction I just sat down.

"Now," he began kneeling down in front of me, "what happened to your mother?"

I replayed everything from last night's events in my head although it all seemed to be kind of a blur.

Just those two dreadful words came into my head. I continued thinking about what had just occurred a few hours ago and then I was brought out of them.

"Violet, please I can't imagine what you probably went through but you have to tell me," Dumbledore said his voice becoming even more raspy then usual.

"He...killed...her..." I mustered in between sobs. I couldn't catch my breath and I felt myself wheezing slightly.

Dumbledore, being the smart wizard he is, didn't have to ask anything more he put his hand on my forehead. "Sleep," he softly commanded and instantly I closed my eyes and was out like a light.

***

I didn't have any dreams, at least I didn't remember them, but when I woke up I was in a rather large room and in a large comfortable bed. The room was decorated in gold and white, my idea of a perfect room. I stood up slowly, feeling almost like a princess, well a princess in heaven rather then the princess of hell that I was. I was still in the same clothes, which was a relief even though my clothes probably could've been changed magically.

I walked over to the window and opened the golden drapes revealing a burst of sunlight.

I squinted my eyes for a moment, but let my eyes quickly adjust to the light.

I looked down, and saw a couple of first years getting into a snowball fight down below. I let out a meek smile and remembered being a first year, missing it the more I pondered it.

No, I didn't have friends. In fact, no one even noticed me.

Who knew I would actually miss that.

I let out a sigh and walked away from my window. I glanced over at the clock that was sitting on a nightstand next to my bed.

Eleven in the morning.

Okay, so I most definitely missed breakfast, but lunch was being served in half an hour, so the rumbling of my stomach would subside.

I looked around my room, to see if perhaps my trunk had been brought in here, and sure enough it had. I walked over towards an open door, which inside of it was a small walk-in closet. There wasn't anything hung up in it yet, and my trunk sat against a wall inside. On top of my trunk there was a note from Dumbledore explaining that this would be my new room, and that I could hang up my clothes in the closet and make myself as comfortable as I could here.

Where exactly was this room? It wasn't in a particular house, and I couldn't imagine I would be staying here long. Although I felt safe at Hogwarts I didn't want to be around Draco or anyone else supporting my monster of a father.

I opened up my trunk and grabbed some of the nick-naks and such that I had brought along with me. There were few things that I took so it didn't take very long to place them about my room.

I walked back into the closet and began to hang up the clothing that I had brought on hangers that were already in the closet. I left out a pair of pants and a blue sweater, and once I had finished putting everything away I got dressed.

I looked around, and found another door that would lead to a bathroom.

I had no clue where I was, and was a bit nervous to open the door to my room because I didn't know where it was in Hogwarts that I was currently residing in.

There was a set of towels that were sitting on top of the counter. I grabbed the washcloth and ran it under the water. Once it was completely wet I took a bar of soap that was on the counter, and began washing my face.

I didn't bother with make-up. I mean why should I? Who am I trying to impress...?

I slowly cracked open the door of my room and peered out of it. After seeing no one around, I opened it more and stepped out.

I had only moved about 4 feet away from my door, when I heard, "Excuse me, miss!"

I was startled by this, and felt my stomach drop as soon as the person behind me spoke.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," they said sympathetically.

I turned around and came face to face with an older looking man...The minister of Magic to be exact.

"Oh, it's okay sir, you just caught me off guard," I replied quietly, looking a bit confused as to why he was standing right next to my door.

"How long have you been there?" I asked curiously.

"Just a few minutes, I figured you would be coming out soon, so I didn't want to intrude," he said giving me a genuine smile.

I kind of felt star-struck. Not everyone gets to personally have a conversation with the Minister of Magic, but then again I suppose I wasn't just anyone.

"You look nervous," he said as though he was trying to lighten the mood, "if it is because of my presence I must ask you to decease, I assure you, you have nothing to be nervous about. We, will be meeting with Dumbledore soon, but he asked me to take you to his office where he has a surprise for you."

I felt my face lighten a little bit and a smile tug at the ends of my mouth.

"And of course, there is food waiting for you as well."

That's all he really had to say, and I was sold. He smiled at my reaction and started walking down the bright, carpeted hall that I had never seen before in my life. I followed behind him and I couldn't help but feeling extremely safe. I kept the fact that my mother was dead in the back of my head, sick and tired of feeling so weak.

The Minister opened up a door and we were inside Dumbledore's office. Once inside, what I saw, or rather whom I saw brought a huge smile to my face.

"Harry!" I practically screamed running to him and throwing myself into his arms. He buried his head into my shoulder and lifted me up spinning me around.

After he put me down I only moved my head away far enough to look him in the eyes, "Why are you here?" I began almost wondering why in the world I would question his presence, "...I mean...shouldn't you be with the Weasely's?" I finished. I guess I knew why was here, but I just asked anyways, after all we are talking about me.

"Well remember when we were at the Leaky Cauldron I told you there was something you had to know, but couldn't yet?"

I might not have the greatest memory, but of course I remembered that. "Yes, of course I remember," I responded still holding on to him just as tightly as before.

"Well you're going to find out, soon, but I think you should probably eat something," he said releasing me slight, even though it seemed he didn't want to.

"I'm not exactly hungry," I replied looking away from him for the first time.

"I know, Vi, but you need to eat, trust me, you're going to want to be nourished when you find out what is in store for you."

Great, I would probably end up passing out then.

I let out a small laugh, "Well listen to you sounding all brilliant, now you got me more curious then ever." I released myself from him and looked over my shoulder to the small table that was set up with a plate a food, that at the time didn't really seem appealing, but as I approached it slowly, almost as though it was an animal I might scare away, my sense of hunger started to take over my stomach and it let out a slight growl.

I sat down in the chair and looked at the plate of chicken, green beans, rice, and a piece of chocolate cake that was screaming my name. Harry comfortingly rubbed my shoulders as I ate.

"Violet," the Minister said walking over to me, "I don't mean to bring this up why you are eating, but I just want to reassure you that no harm will come to you as long as I can help it," he said sitting in the chair across from me.

I looked down at my food and then back up to him giving him a weak smile.

That was a comforting thought if I do say so myself. The thing that concerned me the most, was that all of the Slytherin's are practically death eaters, and they would for sure be loyal to my father, which meant that I was screwed.

He offered me a small smile back, and began to walk around Dumbledore's office.

"He should be here any minute, he was to be attending another meeting with all of the teachers before he came here," he said as he fumbled with his pocket watch.

I nodded and eat another forkful of food, finally feeling a sense of fullness in my stomach.

I heard a squeak of a doorknob, followed by footsteps on the floor.

"Ah, hello, please pardon my tardiness," Dumbledore started, "follow me," he finished as he began to walk.

He opened up a door into a room containing only a table with chairs. Sort of like a conference room for a business if you could imagine.

"I understand that you have gone through a lot at home lately," Dumbledore said as he closed the door behind him.

"If you want to call it home," I mumbled to myself quietly.

Dumbledore heard what I had said, despite my attempt to be quiet.

"It is no longer safe for you to be there Violet, and I imagine you don't want to stay there anymore," the Minister said.

I nodded my head in agreement, but kept my eyes fixated on the table in front of me.

A small tear trickled down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away and quietly said, "That's why, I wish I never would have agreed to go with him in the first place."

Harry was looking at me intensely, and Dumbledore's look of concernment worsened as I said, "I feel so stupid for going. I feel so stupid."

Harry patted me comfortingly on the back, "it's okay Vi."

I wiped the next few tears away from my cheek and Dumbledore folded his hands on the table, leaning foreword more than he had before. "Violet, you can not blame yourself for what happened. It's a perfectly natural thing to want to get close to something you've always wanted. It was surprising, and shocking, and your emotions probably had a lot to do with your decision. You had personal reasons, in which everyone understands. But your father is an evil, evil man. He took advantage of your blood, and wanted you to have a child with Draco, so your blood would be in it. So he could live on. Despite your decision to go along with him so soon, it really wouldn't have mattered in the end. Most likely, you would be in the same position that you are in right now. He would have found you. He would have hunted you down, followed you like a map, because you were simply what he wanted. You had no idea that everything was going to happen the way it did, and you can't blame yourself for something that was out of your control. But remember, Violet that your father once was able to feel. He once loved your mother very much, and I imagine that he felt that way with you as well," Dumbledore said seriously.

I nodded and took a deep breath.

"Did you notice anything happen with your dark mark?" the Minister asked, shifting his eyes towards my forearm.

I looked up, a bit wide eyed, because I had totally forgotten about that night in the meeting.

"Yes, it disappeared," I said bringing my arm up and rubbing where my dark mark was supposed to be.

The minister nodded, "I imagine you were quite frantic when that happened," he started, "I apologize if that was an inconvenience. We figured out how to get rid of the dark mark, and had to get rid of yours. Do you realize, that with that dark mark there, your father can find you? He would know exactly where you were, what you were doing, and he could find you in a split second."

"But how did you know that I wouldn't be there much longer?" I asked curiously, "I mean, if I was living there it really wouldn't have mattered much if I had a dark mark or not."

"That is why we have come to this talk today Violet. You see, we had planned on getting you out of there quite some time ago. But with your attachments with Draco and your father, and with the events going on at the time, it wouldn't have been the right time to get you out of there. We have decided that for your safety, you will be taken out of Hogwarts, and you shall come with me," the minister said.

Dumbledore spoke now, "You will endure several training classes there, in order to train you to defend yourself against not only your father, but others as well. Violet, you'll need to study up on your father too. You will be given the entire history of your father, and eventually you'll know him better than he knows himself. It will help you predict how Draco will act, once he has completely taken your father's place as the Dark Lord. I'm sorry to say, that Hogwarts is not the safest place for you anymore. There are death eaters that would spot you anywhere, and if your father got wind of your whereabouts, he would be all over it in a second. In living with the minister of magic, you will be able to stay safe, and you will not have to worry about your safety. You will never have to see Draco again."

"As I said before, no harm can come to you if I am here," the Minister chimed in.

I nodded and glanced next to me, at Harry. He offered a small smile and patted my leg comfortingly.

"I know this is all very hard for you Violet, but you will be alright, and this will make things much better for you," Harry said.

Dumbledore stood up, "Violet, everyone is at lunch right now, and if you would like to get the things from your dormitory, then you may do so. The minister," he said while pointing to the Minister, "shall be by your side to make sure nothing happens. But you should be safe considering there is practically no one here, and if they are here, they are all in the Great Hall."

I nodded and stood up slowly, "Thank you so much for getting me out of there," I said walking towards Dumbledore.

This may sound weird, but I actually gave him a hug, causing him to chuckle a little bit before he hugged me back.

Harry walked with me out of Dumbledore's office, "You know, I'm so happy for you Violet," he started, "I mean, not about everything that happened, but just the fact that I know you're going to be safe."

I smiled, "I'm happy about that too, Harry. I'm happy about that too," I said hugging him.

"I'm going to go, but I'll see you soon," Harry said hugging me tighter.

"Goodbye Harry," I said as the minister came up behind me.

I stood there for a moment as Harry walked away, and waited for the minister to finally reach where I was standing.

"Alright, shall we get the things from the room you slept in yesterday first?" he said checking his pocket watch again.

I nodded, but felt kind of disappointed in the fact that I had wasted my time putting my clothes on hangers earlier.

"Very well then," he said as he led me back towards the room I was in before.

"I'll wait here while you gather your things," he said when we approached the door.

"Alright, that's fine, I won't take long," I said as I walked into the room.I opened my trunk and grabbed my wand that was inside of it. With a couple of flicks my clothes had been taken off the hangers and put in the trunk.

I rummaged through the room, making sure I had everything, and put it all inside my trunk. There wasn't much, it wasn't like I packed my entire collection of things just to go on break; I had figured I would come back when school started after break.

"Alright, I'm finished," I said as I bewitched my trunk and moved it out the door.

"I'll take that for you," the Minister said, and with a wave of his hand he had transported it into my room in the Slytherin house.

"Oh, thank you," I said sounding a little bit shocked at the fact that my trunk had just kind of disappeared if you will.

We began walking down the corridor in which led to the Slytherin common room.

"Excuse me Sir! Sir!" I heard a young man yell from behind us.

The both of us stopped and turned around, and sure enough there was a first year running behind us to catch up, carrying a camera.

"Sir! Please! Can I have a picture with you! I would be honored!" He yelled as he continued running.

I felt sorry for the kid after what happened next.

He pulled a Violet and tripped over his own foot, falling flat on his face.

I smiled at the minister as the first year stood up.

I felt bad for him though, I knew how embarrassing that was, and to trip in front of someone important, like the Minister of Magic, is just a tad bit embarrassing.

His cheeks were a shade of pink, his embarrassment fading from his face.

"Sir, do you mind if I were to get a picture with you?" he asked as his friend came down the corridor as well, presumably to help him take the picture.

"Of course," the minister said as he turned and looked at me, "you can go ahead, when I'm done taking this picture with this gentleman I'll be there."

I nodded, and began walking into the Slytherin common room.

Boy, was I surprised at who I found in there, sitting on one of the couches.

"Jeeze, this place is dullsville when everyone's on break," I heard Raine say as he sat up.

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him, "Umm, Raine...what is it you're doing here?" I asked curiously, and a bit nervously to be honest.

"Well, I'm supposed to be here to take you back to your father's house," he started as he stood up.

I cut him off from his words and backed up out of reflex, "Raine...please," I said stumbling a bit as I continued to back up.

"Please Raine, please don't take me back," I said sounding extremely nervous and desperate.

I did not want to go back there.

"...I said, I'm supposed to bring you back to your father's house, but I won't," he said.

I let out a huge sigh in relief, but my nerves spiked back up as I jumped when the door to the common room opened.

Luckily, it was just the Minister.

He walked towards us and raised his eyebrows, "Well, hello Raine, how nice to see you," he said smiling at him.

I furrowed my eyebrows again, confused, and looked at the both of them.

"W-..." before I could even get a word out, the Minister began walking up the stairs.

"Come on now, lunch is almost over we want to get out of here soon," the Minister said as he made his way up the stairs.

I looked at Raine again, confused, but followed the minister up the stairs.

When I got into my room, my trunk was sitting right on the floor next to my bed.

I quickly rummaged through my drawers, sending all of my clothes and items into my trunk with the flick of a hand.

I closed the door to my room, one last time.

This time I wasn't coming back.

"I know, it's hard," the Minister said patting me on the back when he saw my look of sorrow as I closed the door to my room for the last time.

We walked into the common room, this time, Raine wasn't in there.

The Minister grabbed some flu powder out of his pocket, and urged me to hold on tight to my trunk before he shouted, "The Ministry of Magic!" sending green smoke to flow amongst us.

Goodbye Hogwarts.

Well we'll see what happens but I might not be able to post all of this before my vacation I'm not sure.

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