Yo! So, I had one person who seemed quite upset that I put Violet in Gryffindor (Gryffindork, as they so maturely claimed) instead of Hufflepuff. In fact, they were so upset, that they told me they were going to stop reading. ...Congratulations? I'm not quite sure what they thought telling me that was going to accomplish. I think Harry/Violet would make a terrible Puff, but that's just me, and like most people he/she has qualities of all four Houses, and since the only other House I would ever put Harry/Violet in is Slytherin, I decided to keep it canon compliant by putting her in Gryffindor. Unless this person was merely being sarcastic, in which case, it seriously did not come across clearly. At all.
Actually, more than one person has brought up being disappointed with Harry/Violet's Sorting. I'm sorry, but I'm not changing it or how it happened. I have my own reasons for putting her in Gryffindor, and doing it the way I did, and I assumed you would be curious to see how she'd be treated there now that I'm screwing with canon. Because, as we know, in canon, most of the Gryffindors were shit towards Harry. Also, someone asked how Voldemort was able to become a professor when everyone knows he's the Dark Lord. ...I'm preeeeetty sure I spent all of the first chapter explaining that. Anyway, sorry about the long AN, and thank you to all readers so far!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters...
When the Welcoming Feast came to an end, students and staff alike began making their way out of the Great Hall, the first years all following the Prefects of their respective Houses.
Soon enough, Violet was entering the dorm she was sharing with three other girls-Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown, and Parvati Patil. The latter two seemed to have become fast friends, cheerfully chatting as they looked around and put their things away.
Violet and Hermione, who had spoken a bit during the feast, were both too awkward to really start up another conversation, and simply put their own belongings away in silence, before getting ready for bed.
The bed itself was utterly massive, Violet decided, and almost uncomfortably comfortable. She wasn't used to anything like this, not after the 'bed' she'd been sleeping on at the Dursleys. She pulled the hangings shut around her, liking the privacy they gave her, and was reaching for the pen she had brought with her, when she paused in place with a frown on her face.
For the past year or so, almost every night, Violet always wished Marvolo a good night before she went to sleep. But...what if her soulmate really was Professor Slytherin? Not to mention the Dark Lord... Should she still do it? Was it still okay? Or was it wrong?
She supposed there was no guarantee the two were the same person, but the only Marvolo she had ever heard of before was her soulmate. And now the Dark Lord-a professor, just happened to have the same name.
What were the odds of that?
The girl hesitated for another moment. If she was wrong, and started ignoring him, she was scared she was going to lose him, and she really didn't want that.
Resolved, she picked up her pen, and like most days, wished her soulmate goodnight, before lowering down in bed to try and sleep...
A few floors below, Marvolo lay in bed, too many thoughts whirling in his mind, keeping him too distracted to sleep. There was absolutely no guarantee that Violet Potter was his soulmate. There must have been hundreds of Violets out in the world.
...But the purple flower had first appeared on his hand when Miss Potter would have been four years old. She would have been practising her cursive writing when she was eight. He would have caught her cheating on her math test when she was nine, and wished her a happy birthday at ten.
With a painful jolt, he suddenly recalled that Miss Potter had been born on the thirty first of July. The same day as his Violet.
It could still have been a coincidence, but her age fit with the circumstances. And he had suspected, more than once, that his soulmate was a little girl. Violet Potter was a little girl too.
Out of habit, he looked at his left arm, and found the sentence, 'Good night, Marvolo', as he did almost every night. He looked closer. She was nervous. The letters were shaky, but not in the same way as when she was sad. He could tell the difference between them now. After all, the two had been communicating like this for quite a while now.
If Miss Potter really was his Violet, then he had no doubt she had made the connection with him being her soulmate. Perhaps that was why she was nervous now. Not only was he one of her teachers, but he was also the Dark Lord, and it was his followers that had caused the death of her parents.
But she was a Gryffindor, and what did Gryffindors have if not bravery? She was clearly determined not to stop any of this.
His lips curled slightly, as his fingers gently ran over the letters. Yes, she was a brave girl indeed...
And that's it for now. Next chapter should be up tomorrow, and chapter eight the day after that, at which point, unless I finish chapter nine, waits will become longer. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!