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Violet Potter didn't hear of the concept of soulmates until she was four years old.
She lived with her aunt, and uncle, and cousin, and all of them were mean and hated her guts. And they proved it every day without fail too. That was why she slept in the cupboard under the stairs, and why she had to do lots of hard work, while Dudley didn't.
Ugly, stupid, freaks who got themselves killed, had left her on the doorstep of her hardworking relatives who had taken her in out of the goodness of their hearts, despite her being an equally ugly, stupid, freak.
Admittedly, she didn't really understand any of that.
One day, the little girl was picking up her cousin's toys, while he sat on his butt colouring with his new markers. It was an average, and tremendously boring scene, at least until Dudley suddenly began calling out for his mum, very loudly.
Aunt Petunia came running, asking what was wrong, too worried to pay any attention at all to Violet, who was still in the same room. But that was normal too.
Dudley raised his fat arm to show his mum his chubby hand, saying he hadn't put 'it' there, whatever 'it' was. Too far away to see for herself, the little girl listened curiously, while pretending she was still working, a trick she had learned a little while ago.
"Oh, my precious Duddykins! You have a soulmate!"
Dudley looked up at his mum with a frown. "What's a soulmate? Does it mean I'm special?"
"That's right, sweetheart. Very special. Only special people get soulmates." And the cruel woman leveled her young niece with a glare.
But Violet didn't let that deter her, and kept listening as her aunt explained everything to Dudley...
It wasn't until the next morning that she got to experiment for herself. She had stolen one of Dudley's markers-a pretty purple one (her favourite colour), and remembered what her aunt had said about your soulmate seeing whatever you wrote or drew on yourself.
Violet didn't want to write anything, because she didn't really know how to spell yet, and didn't want Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon to see it and get mad at her. So that was why she just drew a little picture of her most favourite flower on the palm of her other hand, where it would be easily hidden away.
She stared at it for a while, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did.
Disappointed, and figuring she just wasn't special, she hid away the marker just as Aunt Petunia came rapping on the door sharply, demanding she get up and help prepare breakfast.
Like most children her age, Violet forgot all about the flower she had drawn until later that night...
She woke very suddenly from a strange dream with flashing green lights, and turned on the dented flashlight she had stolen from Dudley's second bedroom a month ago. He had put it in there thinking it was broken, when all it had really needed was a new set of batteries.
She raised her shaky hands to brush her sweaty fringe back, only to catch a flash of red on her wrist. When she looked at it closely, she realized it was supposed to be a flower, although it looked kind of messy, and she gasped, understanding what exactly it was.
A grin broke out across her face. She had a soulmate too! She was just as special as Dudley!
She fumbled around for another marker eagerly, a green one this time, and then added a stem and leaves to the red flower, because how could she not?
Violet was more special than Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Neither of them had a soulmate, and she knew it. Although, she was smart enough to know this wasn't something she should mention to them. It would stay her very special secret!
Short, yes, but I just wanted a quick view on Violet's side of things. Future chapters should be longer. Remember, I write this whenever I have a few minutes to kill, which means I don't have the time to write an entire novel every chapter while watching a commercial or something like that. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!