Yo! Someone asked if I know how much time I intend on spending for years 1-5. Honest answer? I have absolutely no idea. Like I've said before, I write this fic whenever I've got a few minutes to kill. That doesn't give me much time for planning. Not to mention I rarely plan fics out in the first place. So no, I don't know how long it'll take. I certainly won't be spending too much time on the early years, but I don't really want to skip them entirely, especially since I've pretty much tossed canon out the window. Not to mention the early years are what's going to develop the relationship between Marvolo and Violet. Anyway, thank you to all readers so far!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters...
When Violet woke on Halloween morning, it was with a heavy heart. Halloween itself didn't have much meaning for her. Aunt Petunia had always taken Dudley trick or treating, but she had always spent that same time locked in her cupboard, only to watch apathetically as Dudley went through his many sweets in front of the cupboard door, taunting her because she didn't have any of her own. (The Dursleys never realized she always stole a handful every year.)
No, Violet didn't particularly care for Halloween for the same reasons as everyone else, but this year, today did matter to her.
She, Ron, and Hermione met up in the common room, and together, headed down to the Great Hall, only to stop in place when they walked through the Hall's doors. The Hall had been decorated for Halloween, jack o' lanterns, bats, and other classic Halloweenish things everywhere in view.
It was an amazing sight for sure, but Violet wasn't quite as enthusiastic as her friends. Instead, she told them to go on ahead to their House Table, saying she would join them in a moment. Ron shrugged and walked off, but Hermione, being a little more perceptive, squeezed Violet's hand in a gesture of support and comfort, before going on, despite not knowing what the emerald eyed girl was thinking.
Once alone, Violet took a deep breath, steeling herself, and then carefully made her way across the room, and up to the Head Table.
The Headmaster and her Head of House seemed quite surprised to see her. From Dumbledore's other side, Snape's eyes narrowed as she neared, and beside him, Professor Slytherin...Marvolo, glanced up at her, looking rather interested.
"Miss Potter," Dumbledore voiced, "what can I do for you this fine morning?"
"Good morning, sir," the girl began politely. "I was just wondering...since today is Halloween, if I might be able to..." she trailed off, hesitating and wondering how best to ask what it was that she was thinking.
"Yes, my dear?"
"W-would it be possible to see where my-my parents have been buried?" She received no answer, only looks of surprise. "I-I mean, they have been buried, haven't they, sir?"
"You're relatives never took you to see them?" questioned McGonagall, before the Headmaster could say anything himself.
Violet shook her head. "No, ma'am. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't really...like my parents very much. They never talked about them." Unless they were insulting them, she finished in her head. There was no reason to say that bit out loud.
McGonagall appeared as if she knew exactly what she had just thought though, and didn't look happy at all. That unhappiness, however, was quickly directed at Dumbledore. "You left her there, Albus. The least you could do is allow her the chance to-to visit her parents. She deserves that much."
Dumbledore looked oddly hesitant at that for some weird reason, but after a moment, he turned to Snape. "Severus, would you mind accomp-"
"I'll take her," Marvolo interrupted smoothly. "There is no reason to put Severus through that torture. You know of his relationship with them."
McGonagall frowned. "I really don't think that's-"
"It's fine, Professor," Violet spoke. "I don't mind. I'd be happy if Professor Slytherin came with me, if it's alright with him."
Said professor gave her a tiny, barely noticeable smile. "I offered, did I not? We will depart after your classes today. You don't have Astronomy today, do you?"
The girl shook her head. "No, not today. Thank you for this." Maybe it was bold of her to accept that offer, considering who he was and the connection he had to her parents' deaths, but for some reason, it just felt...right.
At least it's an update. Be happy. I did this despite having pulled a muscle in my hand. I didn't even know that was possible, but apparently it is. It hurts. A lot. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!