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Violet's Story part 37
The next morning we went to send a letter to Percy while Harry would complain to me about my 'stupid secrets'. "Harry I've told you time and time again, I am not going to tell you yet, and that's final."
"Fine, I didn't really want to know that bad any way."
"Yeah, right. You're just always bothering me about it because you feel like annoying me and the secrets are the only things you could come up with for the moment."
"That's right, yeah."
"Arggg, Harry forget about it," I told him when we reached the kitchens to give Dobby his present.
When Harry presented it to him, tears formed in Dobby's eyes. Ron asked for some eclairs, and some food for Snuffles. Hermione, disgusted with Ron, asked where Winky was, which I was just about to ask. We saw Winky very filthy and holding a bottle of butterbeer in her hand. "Oh, Winky," I said. Dobby told us that she was drinking six bottles of butterbeer a day. Harry got onto the subject of Mr. Crouch with Winky trying to find out what she knew of him. Winky still thought that he was her master so of course she didn't tell Harry anything. I really wanted to find out too, but I guess that wasn't going to happen.
Winky got very angry with Harry nosing into Mr. Crouch's business, and fell asleep after yelling at him. The house-elves covered her up and asked us not to judge them by her. "We wo-" but Hermione interrupted and told them all that they had rights that witches and wizards did. "Hermione, stop, you're-"
"No, I will not stop trying to get freedom for the house-elves." I gave up trying to convince her otherwise.
Ron and Hermione were bickering all day. After a while Fred came in and we started at each other. Harry and George couldn't take anymore of it, so Harry left the common room, and George headed up to the boys dormitories. Fred and I were arguing over every little thing we could come up with. "Fred, I did not say that I hated you, I never said that."
"Oh yes you did. I remember you saying that to me at the Quidditch World Cup."
"No I did not, you said you hated me."
"No I didn't, I would never say something like that, especially if I didn't hate them."
"Well, if you don't- wait how did we get in here?" We had ended up in the boys dormitories with George covering his ears with his pillow.
"Would you two just shut up!" George yelled at us. "You shut up," both of us yelled at him. "Don't you tell him to shut up, I'll tell him to shut up, he's my brother."
"I'll tell him whatever I want. He's my friend, and he likes me even though you hate me."
"I do not hate you. I was just mad that you were Voldemort's-"
"Fred!"
"What? Violet was Voldemort's what?" George asked, now interested in our argument. "You said you wouldn't tell anyone Fred."
"I didn't."
"You almost did. If you told anyone, even George I would never forgive you."
"It's not like I have forgiven you," Fred yelled.
"What are you guys talking about?" George yelled. "Nothing," both of us yelled at him after someone had opened the door halfway, but closed it after they heard us yell. "Fred, what is there for you to forgive me for? Huh?"
"You lied to me."
"No I didn't. I just didn't tell you and you don't know everything any way."
"I know enough to know you. You are evil."
"We've been over this. I was, but I was little and did not understand. Sure I did a lot of things, but that doesn't mean I'm still doing it. That was the last time-"
"What? You did something else later?"
"Well... he did something bad to someone I knew and-"
"What did you do, kill him?"
"No, I would never do that. I knew not to kill anyone."
"Violet, you killed someone?" George asked. "No," Fred and I yelled at him. "I'm not stupid, and I wasn't that stupid then. He wouldn't even let me then. He said I would later, but that's-"
"Who?" George asked. "Nobody," Fred and I yelled at him. "He taught you everything he knew, that's what you said."
"No, I said he said he was going to until I found out that he was-"
"So he was going to, same thing. He still taught you a lot of what he knew didn't he?"
"Yes, but-"
"See, you said you liked it-"
"Liked what?" George asked. "Nothing," we both yelled at him.
"I've told you this a million times, Fred, of course I liked it. I didn't understand exactly what he meant, and he made it sound like everyone did it."
"Everyone didn't Violet-"
"I know that now, but then I didn't. I was only one Fred, you didn't know the difference between good people and bad."
"Violet, you could talk-"
"You could talk when you were one?" George asked. "Yes," both Fred and I told him while rolling our eyes.
"Even though I could talk I couldn't tell the difference between the two. Where do you come off telling me that that I could? Did you somehow know me?"
"No, but usually when you learn to talk you know the-"
"Was I a normal baby? Am I normal now?"
"Well, no, but-"
"See. Just because I could talk doesn't mean that I knew the difference between good and evil."
"Okay, so maybe you-"
"What are you two arguing about?" Lee asked while opening the door. "We can-"
"Fred thinks I hate him and that I'm evil," I told him calmly. "Well, Violet thinks I hate her, and I do think she's evil."
"Fine," I stormed past Lee. "I never wanted to talk any way," I could here Fred yell.
The next morning I wasn't in a good mood because I didn't get much sleep because the argument I had with Fred went over and over in my mind. "Violet, are you all right?" Severus asked as I sat down to eat. "No, I couldn't sleep-"
"Don't tell me you've been worrying about Voldemort, again."
"No, it's not him, Fred and I had an argument-"
"Say no more. You really need to get over him and move on. I here Mr. Malfoy is free."
"Ha, I wouldn't go out with him even if my life depended on it."
"Well, what if-"
"Severus, never okay? Never," and that was the end of that conversation. "How about another Weasley?"
"No, that would be too weird, and where did you get the idea that I even wanted to date someone else. I love Fred, and that's that. I'm not going out with anyone else."
"You went to the ball with the other Weasley twin."
"Yeah, but that was only to," I lowered my voice, "trick my father."
"So, you don't want-"
"Get off the subject will you. I don't want Voldemort finding out that I love him otherwise he might kill him too."
"Oh good, now I can't wait to tell the spy that you like-"
"Oh please, you'd be to afraid to face him."
"I would not be too afraid to face someone like that."
"Yes, you would. I know for sure you would."
"You act like you know me so well."
"I do know you very well. We were on Voldemort's side together so I know you can be evil. I know you love to threaten people because you did just the other day. You also have a kind heart that you let no one see unless you know that they will not tell. Severus, you are very kind-"
"Shhhhh, I don't want anyone finding out." I smiled and my father pushed me on to my next class, which was Herbology.
For Herbology Hermione didn't show up. I asked Harry and Ron where she went, but were caught talking and made to do more work than we wanted to. After class I asked again. "She got some really nasty letters about the article from Witch Weekly, and one had undiluted bubotuber pus," Ron told me. "Is she all right?" I asked them. "I don't know. She's still in the hospital wing," Ron said. "Harry, have you gotten anything like that?"
"No. I was the one that sounded like I was being cheated on. Who would send me-" Pansy was there, so we stopped talking about that.
When we got into view of Hagrid's place, there were more crates, and I was afraid that they were Skrewts. Hagrid then said, when we arrived, that they were nifflers. I had never seen these before since I was used to Hagrid having dangerous animals. Hagrid had told us to take off our valuables and take a niffler. We had a race to see who's niffler could get the most coins that Hagrid had buried. Ron had won when Hermione had just come back with bandages around her hands.
Hermione told Hagrid and I what had happened, with hate mail and all. Hagrid said exactly what I was thinking, only I was going to tell her to be a bit more cautious. Ron got really upset about the coins that he gave Harry at the world cup because they were leprechaun gold, which disappears. Ron was arguing with Harry about Harry not telling him that the gold had disappeared. I went up to the table thinking about what had happened at the world cup, but quickly got over it when I saw the salad on my plate.
Over the next week Hermione took Hagrid's advice and through away the letters, but the Howlers she couldn't through away. Nothing had come out about me, which just showed that she couldn't find anything out. She couldn't really say anything about Fred and I because he hate me because I was something that no one else knew. She had nothing to hurt me with because there wasn't anyone who could tell her.
After a very vigorous Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, Hermione stayed after to ask Moody a question. She caught up with us about five minutes later saying that Rita did not use an invisibility cloak, but I already knew that. "Oh, sorry I forgot Violet."
"Yeah, I figured," I told her quietly. "Maybe she had you bugged," Harry told her. "You mean she put fleas and bugs on her?" Ron asked. Harry explained to him about computers and microphones, substitutes for magic that muggles used. "She couldn't have used those things because there's too much magic in the air. They would go haywire," Hermione told them.
Hermione had done research while doing homework which was getting bigger everyday. I had a lot of homework to do even though I got everything done faster than Hermione. I tried to help her on getting Rita back, but she would always think aloud, and I couldn't concentrate. Harry and Ron were happy that Hermione and I didn't ask them to help. Harry sent Sirius food, even though I had forgotten amidst the commotion of the tournaments and Moody. Percy didn't send us back a letter until the end of the Easter holidays. Hermione received a small egg while the rest of us got big eggs from Mrs. Weasley for Easter.
Percy's letter was quite short and it sounded like he had a lot to deal with. He said he kept telling the Daily Prophet that he was resting and he knew his boss's handwriting. He hadn't seen Crouch himself, which was no use to us. I was lost in what was going on. I had an idea before, but that was squashed when I learned that Moody was being overly nice to Harry. If he had been doing what I thought, he wouldn't have given Harry a second thought.
Later in the year around May, Minerva told Harry to stay after class. I stayed by the door so I could hear. She told him to meet Bagman later that night so that he could find out what the next task was. When Harry came out I smiled at him. "What are you so happy about?" he asked me. "Well, last night my father told me that when you found out what the task was I could help you."
"Oh, do you know what the task is?"
"No, I don't, but once we find out I can help you, so that's a good thing."
"Yeah, but I don't know if I'll be able to perform some of the spells you can."
"Harry, I'm not going to give you hard ones, unless I think you can do it."
We left together for the common room and met Hermione and Ron. They were arguing while they did their homework. "What are they arguing about? It gets annoying-"
"You should be one to talk," Harry said. "What's that suppose to mean?"
"You argue with anything and everything that can talk."
"I do not-"
"See!"
"Okay, so maybe I do, but not every day."
"Yeah, right."
"I don't."
"Violet, you seriously need to go talk to Fred. He's refused to come out of the dormitories," George said while running up to me. "George, I will talk to him if he wants to talk to me. We've had-"
"Yes, yes, I know, but-"
"No, only if he wants to."
"Fine, I'll go ask him." George left in a hurry and came back rather quickly. "He says he doesn't care, will you come now?"
"No, I will not."
"If you want to hear him say yes, then I'm afraid that you'll never talk to him again."
"Then I won't talk to him again. He's the one that's being stupid, not me. I can't escape my past, and he won't listen to me anyway."
George, looking desperate, asked Harry to go talk to him. Harry said he would and gave me a disapproving look. I walked off towards Ron and Hermione, but changed my mind when I heard them start to yell at each other. I was heading out the door when Harry called me. "What?" I yelled back. "Fred will only talk to George and you. You have to go talk to him."
"Well, I'm not. I don't feel like being yelled at."
"He won't-"
"Yes he will, we'll get into an argument on something because he's stupid. I don't feel like yelling and I don't feel like being yelled at."
"Fine, but you have to talk to him eventually."
Ignoring Harry, I said, "Lavender, I love your dress. Did you get it from the latest issue of Witch Weekly?"
"Yes, I did. It fits me perfectly. You know, in the magazine it said that this was top choice by the Weird Sisters, and you know how pretty they are."
"Yeah, I heard that. I was going to get it, but I wanted the other one. You know," I conjured up the magazine and showed them. "This one, it says- This winter green dress was top pick for the most beautiful witches in England. It will only fit those who have the right body types for it, that's why Loma Lapress is pictured wearing it."
"Wow, you got that?" Parvati asked. "Yeah, it fits perfectly. I told Hermione she could try it on and see if it will fit, although it would be a bit long on her. Oh, I have to go. My father's going to kill me." I had to meet my father for something he wanted to tell me.
"Sorry I'm late fa- what is he doing here?" I asked coming into his office. "Professor Moody has a problem with you," my father told me. "But I've been good!"
"Not according to him. I think I have been quite lenient- sit down," he said pointing to the chair next to Moody. "I've let you pass with things that other parents wouldn't have. I understand that you aren't normal. You have power that I could only dream of having-"
"That's not true. You are way more powerful than-"
"Violet, we've had this discussion before. The point is that I have told you time and time again, even though you stay here during the summer and are loved like a daughter by every teacher doesn't mean you can act childish."
"Dumbledore, I feel that she just isn't doing her best. I would like to see her use her power to it's full extent. She needs to learn what she's capable of. It will help her incase anyone-"
"I agree, Alastor, but she has to be careful."
"Yes, yes, but she should know what she's capable of, like I said. I know what I can do, you know, and Voldemort sure knows. He wouldn't wait for one second for her to get ready. He knows things that would boggle the mind, and he would know with just one spell how powerful she was before even she could know." My father sat there for a moment deep in thought. "Yes, you're right. She should be worked to perform the hardest spells, to know if she can perform them. I will leave you in charge of this."
"Thank you Dumbledore, but wouldn't you be best for the job?"
"No, you will." Moody nodded, and walked out the door.
"Father," I said after the door was closed, "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Yes it is, you should know how powerful you are."
"I agree with that, but I don't think Moody should-"
"We've had this discussion before and I do not feel like arguing with you again. Moody will be in charge of teaching you your full power and that's that."
"Fine, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Yes, during the tournament I want you to sit by me. I'm tired of you never doing so. I know I'm a judge, but I want you to. You shouldn't be by the opening of the maze any way. Also, Moody will be sitting by you. I want you two to get better acquainted."
"Father, I don't want to sit by him-"
"You will, now go off to bed."
"But father it's barely nine o'clock."
"All right then, go back to the common room." I got up and was on my way back to the common room when Severus came in. "Violet I need to talk to you and your father," he said without a backward glance to me. I followed him back into my father's office and he sat down and pulled his sleeve up.
"Headmaster, it's getting darker and both Karkaroff and I are beginning to get worried," he said rather calmly. "Well, I don't know what to do, really. Hopefully we'll know when Voldemort rises, other than that I don't know what to do Severus. Violet?"
"I have no idea myself."
"I will go then headmaster, I have to finish making a potion." Once he closed the door I asked my father a question. "Father, do you think Voldemort will return to power?"
"Honestly, Violet, I don't know, but I would like to talk to Minerva, so we must be going."
"All right," I told him as we went out the stone wall. Harry was standing there arguing with Severus. He said Mr. Crouch was here, and we followed him outside and to the forest. Harry said Mr. Crouch was acting crazy and said Voldemort was getting stronger.
Harry led us over there and we found Viktor on the ground unconscious. My father said he was stunned, and sent a spell to tell Hagrid to come. Hagrid came and my father told him to go get Karkaroff because of Viktor, and then to get Moody, but Moody had already arrived. My father told him to go look for Crouch, but I interrupted and offered to go instead. "No, you will stay here with me, Violet."
"But father-"
"NO!" my father yelled. My father had never yelled before, so I cowered behind Harry.
Karkaroff had arrived after my father had settled down a bit. Viktor explained to him what happened and Karkaroff got very angry and said that we had betrayed him. "Oh, Karkaroff get off-"
"You keep your mouth shut Violet, and you Dumbledore, here's what I think of you!" Karkaroff spit on the ground in front of my father. Hagrid grabbed him by his fur coat and slammed him up against the tree and told him to apologize. My father, quite angry told Hagrid to take Harry up to the castle. Everyone, but my father, was looking at me. I hadn't noticed though because I was very angry at Karkaroff and staring at him. Finally my father realized why they weren't moving and calmly said, "Violet, I think you-"
"You take that back," I said in quiet rage. Karkaroff looked very nervous and was about to speak when I interrupted. "You will never again treat my father with disrespect. He has more power, brains, and love in him than you will ever have. If you spit at him, you spit at me and when you dishonor me that minute will be your last." Harry had left with Hagrid because my father had signaled them to leave. "I didn't mean-"
"I know what you meant, and don't try and wiggle your way out of it. That act will not work on me, Karkaroff, I know you too well for that. Don't think I don't remember your weakness..." All was silent for a moment.
"Violet, I think that's enough. You need to go to the castle and calm down, if you don't we will have to bind your hands together." I ignored my father and shot a spell at Karkaroff that hit him hard because it focused on his weakness. He had a little brother that he had killed because Voldemort told him to. His brother had pleaded to him, but he killed him because he knew his own life was at stake. Ever since then he had never forgiven himself. I made it to where that memory played in his head over and over very slowly getting all of the detail in. My father stopped it when he went in front of him and the spell hit my father. I stopped that second.
Karkaroff was on the ground tears streaming down his face. "That's only half as bad as what Limbol got, and I would suggest that you never dishonor anyone I care about or you will be paying him a permanent visit. You know what he got is worse than death, and I know you don't want that anymore than I want to perform it, but you know very well that I will." Moody was standing by the forest smiling very broadly at what had just happened.
"Violet, what was that spell?" My father asked wiping away the tears from his face very quickly. "Something I found in a book," I told him not taking my eyes off of Karkaroff. "I promise you, Violet, you will never have the need to even think of putting me with Limbol," Karkaroff told me getting up. "Good," I told him now very calm. "Violet, go to my room, we need to talk. I will have a little chat with Karkaroff," my father told me. I nodded and headed up to the castle.
When I got to the statue I met Severus there. "Violet, what spell did you cast on him?"
"You know that spell I used on Limbol?"
"The one where you took his-"
"No, where I made him think of the most terrible thing he has done?"
"Oh, yes, he was crying the entire time you tortured him."
"Where did you hear that?"
"One of the Death Eaters told me."
"Oh, that's the one I did. He didn't like it."
"Violet, that was very.. not good. You don't hurt people like that, it's not moral."
"Did you see what he did to my father?"
"No, what did he-"
"He spat at my father's feet and told him that he could not be trusted."
"Oooo, that was the wrong thing to say, especially since you were there. He knows how temperamental you are because he saw you burn the- part of the forest down too."
"Yeah, well, I think he deserved it, and I know he will never do that again."
My father had just walked in and told Severus to leave. Severus winked and went out the walls. "Violet, I wish you wouldn't have done that. I didn't even know you could do that. I can barely perform a spell like that, and it makes me very tired."
"I'm sorry, but he did deserve it."
"Yes, he did, but next time let me handle things like that."
"All right, but-"
"No, I will take care of it. What did you do to-"
"Father, I told you awhile back, I'm not going to tell you what I did to Limbol."
"All right, will you go to bed now?" "Yes, I'm quite tired, see you in the morning," I said and left to my room.
Violet's Story part 37
The next morning we went to send a letter to Percy while Harry would complain to me about my 'stupid secrets'. "Harry I've told you time and time again, I am not going to tell you yet, and that's final."
"Fine, I didn't really want to know that bad any way."
"Yeah, right. You're just always bothering me about it because you feel like annoying me and the secrets are the only things you could come up with for the moment."
"That's right, yeah."
"Arggg, Harry forget about it," I told him when we reached the kitchens to give Dobby his present.
When Harry presented it to him, tears formed in Dobby's eyes. Ron asked for some eclairs, and some food for Snuffles. Hermione, disgusted with Ron, asked where Winky was, which I was just about to ask. We saw Winky very filthy and holding a bottle of butterbeer in her hand. "Oh, Winky," I said. Dobby told us that she was drinking six bottles of butterbeer a day. Harry got onto the subject of Mr. Crouch with Winky trying to find out what she knew of him. Winky still thought that he was her master so of course she didn't tell Harry anything. I really wanted to find out too, but I guess that wasn't going to happen.
Winky got very angry with Harry nosing into Mr. Crouch's business, and fell asleep after yelling at him. The house-elves covered her up and asked us not to judge them by her. "We wo-" but Hermione interrupted and told them all that they had rights that witches and wizards did. "Hermione, stop, you're-"
"No, I will not stop trying to get freedom for the house-elves." I gave up trying to convince her otherwise.
Ron and Hermione were bickering all day. After a while Fred came in and we started at each other. Harry and George couldn't take anymore of it, so Harry left the common room, and George headed up to the boys dormitories. Fred and I were arguing over every little thing we could come up with. "Fred, I did not say that I hated you, I never said that."
"Oh yes you did. I remember you saying that to me at the Quidditch World Cup."
"No I did not, you said you hated me."
"No I didn't, I would never say something like that, especially if I didn't hate them."
"Well, if you don't- wait how did we get in here?" We had ended up in the boys dormitories with George covering his ears with his pillow.
"Would you two just shut up!" George yelled at us. "You shut up," both of us yelled at him. "Don't you tell him to shut up, I'll tell him to shut up, he's my brother."
"I'll tell him whatever I want. He's my friend, and he likes me even though you hate me."
"I do not hate you. I was just mad that you were Voldemort's-"
"Fred!"
"What? Violet was Voldemort's what?" George asked, now interested in our argument. "You said you wouldn't tell anyone Fred."
"I didn't."
"You almost did. If you told anyone, even George I would never forgive you."
"It's not like I have forgiven you," Fred yelled.
"What are you guys talking about?" George yelled. "Nothing," both of us yelled at him after someone had opened the door halfway, but closed it after they heard us yell. "Fred, what is there for you to forgive me for? Huh?"
"You lied to me."
"No I didn't. I just didn't tell you and you don't know everything any way."
"I know enough to know you. You are evil."
"We've been over this. I was, but I was little and did not understand. Sure I did a lot of things, but that doesn't mean I'm still doing it. That was the last time-"
"What? You did something else later?"
"Well... he did something bad to someone I knew and-"
"What did you do, kill him?"
"No, I would never do that. I knew not to kill anyone."
"Violet, you killed someone?" George asked. "No," Fred and I yelled at him. "I'm not stupid, and I wasn't that stupid then. He wouldn't even let me then. He said I would later, but that's-"
"Who?" George asked. "Nobody," Fred and I yelled at him. "He taught you everything he knew, that's what you said."
"No, I said he said he was going to until I found out that he was-"
"So he was going to, same thing. He still taught you a lot of what he knew didn't he?"
"Yes, but-"
"See, you said you liked it-"
"Liked what?" George asked. "Nothing," we both yelled at him.
"I've told you this a million times, Fred, of course I liked it. I didn't understand exactly what he meant, and he made it sound like everyone did it."
"Everyone didn't Violet-"
"I know that now, but then I didn't. I was only one Fred, you didn't know the difference between good people and bad."
"Violet, you could talk-"
"You could talk when you were one?" George asked. "Yes," both Fred and I told him while rolling our eyes.
"Even though I could talk I couldn't tell the difference between the two. Where do you come off telling me that that I could? Did you somehow know me?"
"No, but usually when you learn to talk you know the-"
"Was I a normal baby? Am I normal now?"
"Well, no, but-"
"See. Just because I could talk doesn't mean that I knew the difference between good and evil."
"Okay, so maybe you-"
"What are you two arguing about?" Lee asked while opening the door. "We can-"
"Fred thinks I hate him and that I'm evil," I told him calmly. "Well, Violet thinks I hate her, and I do think she's evil."
"Fine," I stormed past Lee. "I never wanted to talk any way," I could here Fred yell.
The next morning I wasn't in a good mood because I didn't get much sleep because the argument I had with Fred went over and over in my mind. "Violet, are you all right?" Severus asked as I sat down to eat. "No, I couldn't sleep-"
"Don't tell me you've been worrying about Voldemort, again."
"No, it's not him, Fred and I had an argument-"
"Say no more. You really need to get over him and move on. I here Mr. Malfoy is free."
"Ha, I wouldn't go out with him even if my life depended on it."
"Well, what if-"
"Severus, never okay? Never," and that was the end of that conversation. "How about another Weasley?"
"No, that would be too weird, and where did you get the idea that I even wanted to date someone else. I love Fred, and that's that. I'm not going out with anyone else."
"You went to the ball with the other Weasley twin."
"Yeah, but that was only to," I lowered my voice, "trick my father."
"So, you don't want-"
"Get off the subject will you. I don't want Voldemort finding out that I love him otherwise he might kill him too."
"Oh good, now I can't wait to tell the spy that you like-"
"Oh please, you'd be to afraid to face him."
"I would not be too afraid to face someone like that."
"Yes, you would. I know for sure you would."
"You act like you know me so well."
"I do know you very well. We were on Voldemort's side together so I know you can be evil. I know you love to threaten people because you did just the other day. You also have a kind heart that you let no one see unless you know that they will not tell. Severus, you are very kind-"
"Shhhhh, I don't want anyone finding out." I smiled and my father pushed me on to my next class, which was Herbology.
For Herbology Hermione didn't show up. I asked Harry and Ron where she went, but were caught talking and made to do more work than we wanted to. After class I asked again. "She got some really nasty letters about the article from Witch Weekly, and one had undiluted bubotuber pus," Ron told me. "Is she all right?" I asked them. "I don't know. She's still in the hospital wing," Ron said. "Harry, have you gotten anything like that?"
"No. I was the one that sounded like I was being cheated on. Who would send me-" Pansy was there, so we stopped talking about that.
When we got into view of Hagrid's place, there were more crates, and I was afraid that they were Skrewts. Hagrid then said, when we arrived, that they were nifflers. I had never seen these before since I was used to Hagrid having dangerous animals. Hagrid had told us to take off our valuables and take a niffler. We had a race to see who's niffler could get the most coins that Hagrid had buried. Ron had won when Hermione had just come back with bandages around her hands.
Hermione told Hagrid and I what had happened, with hate mail and all. Hagrid said exactly what I was thinking, only I was going to tell her to be a bit more cautious. Ron got really upset about the coins that he gave Harry at the world cup because they were leprechaun gold, which disappears. Ron was arguing with Harry about Harry not telling him that the gold had disappeared. I went up to the table thinking about what had happened at the world cup, but quickly got over it when I saw the salad on my plate.
Over the next week Hermione took Hagrid's advice and through away the letters, but the Howlers she couldn't through away. Nothing had come out about me, which just showed that she couldn't find anything out. She couldn't really say anything about Fred and I because he hate me because I was something that no one else knew. She had nothing to hurt me with because there wasn't anyone who could tell her.
After a very vigorous Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, Hermione stayed after to ask Moody a question. She caught up with us about five minutes later saying that Rita did not use an invisibility cloak, but I already knew that. "Oh, sorry I forgot Violet."
"Yeah, I figured," I told her quietly. "Maybe she had you bugged," Harry told her. "You mean she put fleas and bugs on her?" Ron asked. Harry explained to him about computers and microphones, substitutes for magic that muggles used. "She couldn't have used those things because there's too much magic in the air. They would go haywire," Hermione told them.
Hermione had done research while doing homework which was getting bigger everyday. I had a lot of homework to do even though I got everything done faster than Hermione. I tried to help her on getting Rita back, but she would always think aloud, and I couldn't concentrate. Harry and Ron were happy that Hermione and I didn't ask them to help. Harry sent Sirius food, even though I had forgotten amidst the commotion of the tournaments and Moody. Percy didn't send us back a letter until the end of the Easter holidays. Hermione received a small egg while the rest of us got big eggs from Mrs. Weasley for Easter.
Percy's letter was quite short and it sounded like he had a lot to deal with. He said he kept telling the Daily Prophet that he was resting and he knew his boss's handwriting. He hadn't seen Crouch himself, which was no use to us. I was lost in what was going on. I had an idea before, but that was squashed when I learned that Moody was being overly nice to Harry. If he had been doing what I thought, he wouldn't have given Harry a second thought.
Later in the year around May, Minerva told Harry to stay after class. I stayed by the door so I could hear. She told him to meet Bagman later that night so that he could find out what the next task was. When Harry came out I smiled at him. "What are you so happy about?" he asked me. "Well, last night my father told me that when you found out what the task was I could help you."
"Oh, do you know what the task is?"
"No, I don't, but once we find out I can help you, so that's a good thing."
"Yeah, but I don't know if I'll be able to perform some of the spells you can."
"Harry, I'm not going to give you hard ones, unless I think you can do it."
We left together for the common room and met Hermione and Ron. They were arguing while they did their homework. "What are they arguing about? It gets annoying-"
"You should be one to talk," Harry said. "What's that suppose to mean?"
"You argue with anything and everything that can talk."
"I do not-"
"See!"
"Okay, so maybe I do, but not every day."
"Yeah, right."
"I don't."
"Violet, you seriously need to go talk to Fred. He's refused to come out of the dormitories," George said while running up to me. "George, I will talk to him if he wants to talk to me. We've had-"
"Yes, yes, I know, but-"
"No, only if he wants to."
"Fine, I'll go ask him." George left in a hurry and came back rather quickly. "He says he doesn't care, will you come now?"
"No, I will not."
"If you want to hear him say yes, then I'm afraid that you'll never talk to him again."
"Then I won't talk to him again. He's the one that's being stupid, not me. I can't escape my past, and he won't listen to me anyway."
George, looking desperate, asked Harry to go talk to him. Harry said he would and gave me a disapproving look. I walked off towards Ron and Hermione, but changed my mind when I heard them start to yell at each other. I was heading out the door when Harry called me. "What?" I yelled back. "Fred will only talk to George and you. You have to go talk to him."
"Well, I'm not. I don't feel like being yelled at."
"He won't-"
"Yes he will, we'll get into an argument on something because he's stupid. I don't feel like yelling and I don't feel like being yelled at."
"Fine, but you have to talk to him eventually."
Ignoring Harry, I said, "Lavender, I love your dress. Did you get it from the latest issue of Witch Weekly?"
"Yes, I did. It fits me perfectly. You know, in the magazine it said that this was top choice by the Weird Sisters, and you know how pretty they are."
"Yeah, I heard that. I was going to get it, but I wanted the other one. You know," I conjured up the magazine and showed them. "This one, it says- This winter green dress was top pick for the most beautiful witches in England. It will only fit those who have the right body types for it, that's why Loma Lapress is pictured wearing it."
"Wow, you got that?" Parvati asked. "Yeah, it fits perfectly. I told Hermione she could try it on and see if it will fit, although it would be a bit long on her. Oh, I have to go. My father's going to kill me." I had to meet my father for something he wanted to tell me.
"Sorry I'm late fa- what is he doing here?" I asked coming into his office. "Professor Moody has a problem with you," my father told me. "But I've been good!"
"Not according to him. I think I have been quite lenient- sit down," he said pointing to the chair next to Moody. "I've let you pass with things that other parents wouldn't have. I understand that you aren't normal. You have power that I could only dream of having-"
"That's not true. You are way more powerful than-"
"Violet, we've had this discussion before. The point is that I have told you time and time again, even though you stay here during the summer and are loved like a daughter by every teacher doesn't mean you can act childish."
"Dumbledore, I feel that she just isn't doing her best. I would like to see her use her power to it's full extent. She needs to learn what she's capable of. It will help her incase anyone-"
"I agree, Alastor, but she has to be careful."
"Yes, yes, but she should know what she's capable of, like I said. I know what I can do, you know, and Voldemort sure knows. He wouldn't wait for one second for her to get ready. He knows things that would boggle the mind, and he would know with just one spell how powerful she was before even she could know." My father sat there for a moment deep in thought. "Yes, you're right. She should be worked to perform the hardest spells, to know if she can perform them. I will leave you in charge of this."
"Thank you Dumbledore, but wouldn't you be best for the job?"
"No, you will." Moody nodded, and walked out the door.
"Father," I said after the door was closed, "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Yes it is, you should know how powerful you are."
"I agree with that, but I don't think Moody should-"
"We've had this discussion before and I do not feel like arguing with you again. Moody will be in charge of teaching you your full power and that's that."
"Fine, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Yes, during the tournament I want you to sit by me. I'm tired of you never doing so. I know I'm a judge, but I want you to. You shouldn't be by the opening of the maze any way. Also, Moody will be sitting by you. I want you two to get better acquainted."
"Father, I don't want to sit by him-"
"You will, now go off to bed."
"But father it's barely nine o'clock."
"All right then, go back to the common room." I got up and was on my way back to the common room when Severus came in. "Violet I need to talk to you and your father," he said without a backward glance to me. I followed him back into my father's office and he sat down and pulled his sleeve up.
"Headmaster, it's getting darker and both Karkaroff and I are beginning to get worried," he said rather calmly. "Well, I don't know what to do, really. Hopefully we'll know when Voldemort rises, other than that I don't know what to do Severus. Violet?"
"I have no idea myself."
"I will go then headmaster, I have to finish making a potion." Once he closed the door I asked my father a question. "Father, do you think Voldemort will return to power?"
"Honestly, Violet, I don't know, but I would like to talk to Minerva, so we must be going."
"All right," I told him as we went out the stone wall. Harry was standing there arguing with Severus. He said Mr. Crouch was here, and we followed him outside and to the forest. Harry said Mr. Crouch was acting crazy and said Voldemort was getting stronger.
Harry led us over there and we found Viktor on the ground unconscious. My father said he was stunned, and sent a spell to tell Hagrid to come. Hagrid came and my father told him to go get Karkaroff because of Viktor, and then to get Moody, but Moody had already arrived. My father told him to go look for Crouch, but I interrupted and offered to go instead. "No, you will stay here with me, Violet."
"But father-"
"NO!" my father yelled. My father had never yelled before, so I cowered behind Harry.
Karkaroff had arrived after my father had settled down a bit. Viktor explained to him what happened and Karkaroff got very angry and said that we had betrayed him. "Oh, Karkaroff get off-"
"You keep your mouth shut Violet, and you Dumbledore, here's what I think of you!" Karkaroff spit on the ground in front of my father. Hagrid grabbed him by his fur coat and slammed him up against the tree and told him to apologize. My father, quite angry told Hagrid to take Harry up to the castle. Everyone, but my father, was looking at me. I hadn't noticed though because I was very angry at Karkaroff and staring at him. Finally my father realized why they weren't moving and calmly said, "Violet, I think you-"
"You take that back," I said in quiet rage. Karkaroff looked very nervous and was about to speak when I interrupted. "You will never again treat my father with disrespect. He has more power, brains, and love in him than you will ever have. If you spit at him, you spit at me and when you dishonor me that minute will be your last." Harry had left with Hagrid because my father had signaled them to leave. "I didn't mean-"
"I know what you meant, and don't try and wiggle your way out of it. That act will not work on me, Karkaroff, I know you too well for that. Don't think I don't remember your weakness..." All was silent for a moment.
"Violet, I think that's enough. You need to go to the castle and calm down, if you don't we will have to bind your hands together." I ignored my father and shot a spell at Karkaroff that hit him hard because it focused on his weakness. He had a little brother that he had killed because Voldemort told him to. His brother had pleaded to him, but he killed him because he knew his own life was at stake. Ever since then he had never forgiven himself. I made it to where that memory played in his head over and over very slowly getting all of the detail in. My father stopped it when he went in front of him and the spell hit my father. I stopped that second.
Karkaroff was on the ground tears streaming down his face. "That's only half as bad as what Limbol got, and I would suggest that you never dishonor anyone I care about or you will be paying him a permanent visit. You know what he got is worse than death, and I know you don't want that anymore than I want to perform it, but you know very well that I will." Moody was standing by the forest smiling very broadly at what had just happened.
"Violet, what was that spell?" My father asked wiping away the tears from his face very quickly. "Something I found in a book," I told him not taking my eyes off of Karkaroff. "I promise you, Violet, you will never have the need to even think of putting me with Limbol," Karkaroff told me getting up. "Good," I told him now very calm. "Violet, go to my room, we need to talk. I will have a little chat with Karkaroff," my father told me. I nodded and headed up to the castle.
When I got to the statue I met Severus there. "Violet, what spell did you cast on him?"
"You know that spell I used on Limbol?"
"The one where you took his-"
"No, where I made him think of the most terrible thing he has done?"
"Oh, yes, he was crying the entire time you tortured him."
"Where did you hear that?"
"One of the Death Eaters told me."
"Oh, that's the one I did. He didn't like it."
"Violet, that was very.. not good. You don't hurt people like that, it's not moral."
"Did you see what he did to my father?"
"No, what did he-"
"He spat at my father's feet and told him that he could not be trusted."
"Oooo, that was the wrong thing to say, especially since you were there. He knows how temperamental you are because he saw you burn the- part of the forest down too."
"Yeah, well, I think he deserved it, and I know he will never do that again."
My father had just walked in and told Severus to leave. Severus winked and went out the walls. "Violet, I wish you wouldn't have done that. I didn't even know you could do that. I can barely perform a spell like that, and it makes me very tired."
"I'm sorry, but he did deserve it."
"Yes, he did, but next time let me handle things like that."
"All right, but-"
"No, I will take care of it. What did you do to-"
"Father, I told you awhile back, I'm not going to tell you what I did to Limbol."
"All right, will you go to bed now?" "Yes, I'm quite tired, see you in the morning," I said and left to my room.