Hello people, this is my first story and English is not my native language so it will probably some mistakes that I overlook. I really like the name Violet that's why I choose that username so Violet Potter has nothing to do whit me beside coming from my mind of course. I only owe her and in the future chapters other OC, all of the other characters belong to J.K Rowling. I took some ideas from other fanfics, but really i read so many that i cant name they all.

Update: August 2020.

I correct some grammar mistake and made Violet older than Harry.

1. The end of Potters and the Begging of a New Life

It was a normal day in the life of the Potters, the sun rose in the same side, Lily woke at the same time made breakfast for her husband, James, took the newspaper from the owl that was at the window. During the morning she took care of the house and in the afternoon she played with James and Sirius that were joking around with Harry and his new broom toy. When the night fell, James gave dinner to Harry and Lily to Violet.

Harry and Violet were twins, both were born at July 31, but even being twins they were very different be at in personality or in appearance. Harry five minutes younger looked just like his father in all but his eyes and calm personality that was his mother's. Violet in the other hand what she resemblance with Lily in appearance she had in personality with James. With only a year, she was already a Marauder always running around the house during bath time wetting everything.

After dinner the Potters were playing in the living when James felt the defense around the house break he turned to his wife and told

"Take the children, it's him! I'm going to distract him! GO!"

She did what her husband told her, but Voldemort was too strong for him and with just one spell James was no more. Voldemort then walked slowly to the second floor of the house where he found a door ajar inside Lily talking with Harry.

Voldemort was so focused on his "victory" that he didn't realize that in the corner of the room was another crib, thank Merlin Violet stayed quiet something that rarely happened when she was awake.

"You do not need to die; such a smart witch like you cannot be let to waste. My servant asked me to spare you. Come with me there is nothing keeping you at Dumbledore side, I killed your husband and will kill your son it does not matter what you do, be one of my Death Eaters and I will spare you, you just have to get out of my way."

While the Dark Lord did his little speech, he didn't notice Lily cast a spell at Violet, Lily was a great student and she knew she would not survive, but she would do everything in her power to make sure her children would make out alive.

"I will never join your scum Tom, you can kill me, but you won't win this war, Good and Love always win."

Lily rose her wand ready to duel to defend her son, but the duel never came, Voldemort casted his famous killer curse and the room filled with a green light and that is how Lily Potter died.

Voldemort disappointed with the choices of his servant, Severus, went forward pushing the unmoving body with his foot. When he got closer to the crib, he saw the little boy that only now with the death of his mother started crying. Without any remorse, Lord Voldemort rose his wand and started casting his curse, but before he could complete the curse, a shine white light took the whole room and the bedroom explode, leaving only two crying babies unharmed in all but a little lighting scar in Harry forehead.

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A few hours later a Half-Giant called Rubeus Hagrid arrived at the destroyed Potter house and with a care that no one would think someone like him could have took the babies and got up in the motorcycle that Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, had lend. The giant and the two babies flew through south of England from Godric's Hollow to Surrey where Vernon and Petunia Dursley lived. Ms. Dursley was, before her marriage, Petunia Evans sister of Lily Potter and therefore Harry and Violet Aunt.

When Hagrid arrived at Privet Drive, he saw Albus Dumbledore talking with Minerva McGonagall. As soon as Hagrid landed and dismounted from the huge and noisy flying motorcycle, he delivered the babies to Dumbledore. After a very loud goodbye in Hagrid's part and very emotional Minerva's part, Dumbledore left the babies at Petunia's doorstep, with baby Harry he left a letter explaining what happened and when the children turned eleven, they would go to Hogwarts. With Violet, he left a necklace that belonged to Lily the only thing that Hagrid found untouched at the house after the explosion.

The trio kept looking at the babies for about a minute Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall eyes shine with tears and the always present twinkle in Dumbledore eyes were gone.

"Well," said Dumbledore at last. "We have nothing else to do here; we can join the others to celebrate."

"Yeah" Hagrid said in a pure muffled voice. "Oi gonna return Sirius's motorcycle. gran' evenin', professor McGonagall, professor Dumbledore ..." Wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his jacket, Hagrid got on the motorcycle and kicked the engine, with a roar he took off and disappeared into the darkness.

"See you soon, Professor McGonagall," Dumbledore said with a nod. Professor McGonagall nuzzled in response.

Dumbledore turned and walked down the street. At the corner, he stopped and pulled the Deluminator. He clicked it and twelve spheres of light returned to the lanterns so that the Privet Drive suddenly lit up in orange clarity and he saw a striped cat dodging down the other end of the street. You could barely see the blanket wrapping at the stop of number four.

"Good luck, Harry. Good luck, Violet," he murmured. He turned on his heel and, with a flick of his cloak, disappeared.

A breeze shattered the well-kept fences of the Privet Drive, the last place in the world where anyone would expect dreadful things to happen. Harry Potter turned inside the blankets and his hands grabbed the letter as Violet clung to his mother's necklace as if she knew it was her last relic, but they continued to sleep, not knowing they were special. Not knowing they were famous. Not knowing that they would wake up in a few hours with Mrs. Dursley's screaming as she opened the front door to put the milk bottles outside. Not even that they would spend the next weeks being pinched and poke by Cousin Dudley. They could not know that at this very moment, there were people gathering secretly across the country raising their glasses and saying in muffled voices.

To Harry and Violet Potter, the babies who survived