Violet watched helplessly as her godfather was hit with an unknown spell. The fear she felt in that lone moment was worse than anything the Dementors could create. Sirius Black was her godfather, her sole hope for a loving family. He had break from prison to protect her and he had tried his best to help her even from afar. Losing him was not an option. Her magic reacted violently, sending three waves of raw power in every direction, sending everyone standing at the floor as she run towards the Veil.

There were screams and people trying to block her way, but her determination and speed was such that it was a futile attempt. Between the blink of an eye and the next Violet had grasped Sirius hand and was following him through the Death Portal. Her friends and the amassed members of the Order looked as they were both gone, swallowed whole, but didn't have time to mourn or even stop and pray. The fight went on.

Her screams, if anyone in that chamber had heard them, would have broken their hearts. Such was her pain, that it felt as if invisible knives were cutting her in two. It took her whole resolve not to let Sirius go and gathered herself into a ball. She prayed it stopped; she prayed for them to live. Agonizing days later -it felt as if her torture had lasted that long- the pain slowly decreased, and she could again use some of her senses. Frantically, she tried to find the body next to hers to no avail.

"Shh, it's alright Prongslet. We are safe now. You're safe!". The voice was soothing and calm, helping her steady her breath. In out, she breathed, pushing her panic away. A hand was running circles in her back, calming her further. The voice was familiar, but it took her long moments to place it. It was more carefree than what she had witnessed before, but it belonged to Sirius just fine.

When her eyes finally opened, she found herself kneeling with Sirius next to her, in a similar position. His gaze was a mixture of love, guilt and sadness. Then her eyes landed on the many ghosts that surrounded them and she almost lost her breath again. There were so many of them! Almost familiar faces filled her vision; faces she hadn't seen since the cursed mirror in first year. After much searching, she found them, amongst the crowd. Her parents were a sight for sore eyes. She didn't try to understand what just had happened or how or why. Her head was still hurting.

"My beautiful daughter! My sweet flower" it was her mother first that came near her and then her father. "We are so proud of you!". Many spoke to her, one compliment, one kind word followed by the next. It was overwhelming this love they had for her. She felt protected, secured and it was such an amazing feeling.

"Violet! Violet!"

Her thoughts were intense to such a degree that she couldn't properly follow the conversation that went on.

"Violet, Sirius hear us, please. You shouldn't stay here longer than necessary, although it gladdens my heart seeing you." It was her father speaking again. "There are some things you need to know. About our family, about why you are here and about what happens from now on".

"Really dear, get to the point" said her mum.

"Yes, to the point. Well, we, the Potters that is, were an old and honorable family. Over the years we prospered and expanded. There were amassed much knowledge, property and money. When my parents died, I was overwhelmed and afraid they would end in the wrong hands. There are techniques and secrets that aren't meant just for anyone's eyes. So, I packed everything from the estate and clean out even the hidden stores and vaults. Everything we owned is in that necklace you wear Violet; you need to smear some blood in it and call for the ledger. It would have everything listed of what is in there. Then, there is a technique you can use to call upon us, if you need help. No matter what, we'll come for you. The ritual goes as follows …".

A Potter around a millennium ago had marry the last of the Peverells. Although, the Potters themselves had ties to royalty, they had kept a low profile and continued after that prosperous wedding. The Peverell family was much more renown back then. It was due to the actions of her Peverell ancestors that Death view her family so favorable and had allowed them the call of Family, the ritual to call upon their dead family members. They could call upon any dead person, but if they didn't have a close connection to the one called, they could keep them to the realm of the living for a quarter of an hour to thirty minutes maximum. It got too painfully for both parties otherwise. In contrast, with those she shared blood she didn't have such restrictions.

"Lastly, because Death had granted you mercy, not only because you both were unafraid, but because Violet relinquished one more part of That Man's soul to him – and I can't believe that no one treated that infestation on your scar, sooner – you can continue living. It won't be in the world you came from. That path is closed for you". Her parents continued talking with Sirius some more, explaining details she couldn't understand in the state she was in.

She was tired again and her magic was becoming erratic. Her eyes closed of their own volition. She was moved, she felt it, but had no energy left to see where they were going. The only thing she knew was that it wouldn't be the world they were born into.

Notes: This story is also on AO3 (Through The Veil by depser1)