Authors' Note: Well, here I am, SpicySugar, with my co-writer, mystery writer. She has requested confidentiality, for some reason . . . Anywho, she started this story on my comp one day, and then I started helping to write it, and then, I convinced her to put it on the site! So, here we are!

Disclaimer: We do NOT own HP and Co.

And, since there isn't much else to say, on with chapter 1!

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An average girl of average height wearing a tank top and a skirt that came just above her knees, was walking around the London train station, looking for her train.

Of course, that's what any innocent, MUGGLE bystander might think. In fact, this girl was anything BUT average. Aside from being a witch, she was Violet Dumbledore, 5th great-grandchild of Albus Brian Wulfric Dumbledore. (AN: I know that there are more middle names, I think anyway, but I don't feel like looking it up, so let's just go with this . . .ummmm . . .yeah . . .) She looked in between platforms 9 and 10, thinking. 'If the platform is 9 ¾, it should be somewhere between 9 and 10, right? Oh, if only I could remember what grandfather told me!'

"Need some help?" asked a male voice behind her. She whirled around, and saw a teenage guy, about her age, with black hair, green eyes, and a lightning bolt shaped scar on the right side of his forehead.

"Yeah, can you tell me where," she looked down at her ticket "Platform 9 ¾ is?" she asked, feeling very stupid. He was a muggle! He wouldn't know where the platform was! Then, she looked down at his trolley, and saw that he had a trunk, and an OWL . . .wasn't it normal for wizard's to have owls?

"Oh, yes actually." He replied. Her head snapped up

"Really? Wow!"

"You ARE a witch, right?" he asked in a low voice, so as not to draw attention to himself. After all, she hadn't immediately gawked at his scar and said 'You're Harry Potter!' or anything like that.

"Yes. At least I THINK I am. I haven't gone to Hogwarts yet, but I've studied at home in my spare time."

"Oh, good," said Harry with relief. "Well, getting on to the platform is very simple, but tricky the first time. Watch me first: just walk straight at the barrier, and you go right through!" With this being said, Harry did as he had just explained, and all of a sudden, he wasn't anywhere. She gasped, looked around, and simply walked straight ahead as the guy she was talking to had done. She suddenly found herself on the platform she had been looking for. She looked around at all the other students, and then she saw the Hogwarts Express.

"Wow." She said. "It's amazing."

"Yeah. By the way, I'm Harry Potter," he said extending his hand in greeting.

"I'm Violet." She replied, taking a firm hold of his hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you! Is this your first year at Hogwarts too?"

"No, this is my sixth year here. I've been going since I was 11. But I still don't think you quite understand who I am."

"I don't? I thought you said you were Harry Potter." she said, looking around nervously.

"Yeah, that doesn't ring a bell anywhere in your head?"

"Should it? Are you, like, a famous wizard or something like that? My grandfather has never mentioned you."

"Yeah, I am famous, not that I like it. I was just concerned for your sanity or something, because you didn't, like, gawk at my scar or ask for my autograph or something." He replied.

"Oh, I did see that scar, but I thought it would be polite not to bring attention to it. But, if you're famous, my grandfather would have told me about you. He knows ALL the students at Hogwarts." She replied, tilting her head to one side.

"Who IS your grandfather, anyway? Not to be rude or anything, but you have brought him up a lot." He asked.

"Oh dear, I seemed to have forgotten my manners! So sorry, Harry. Maybe you know my grandfather. Or, my 5th great-grandfather to be exact. Have you heard of 'Albus Dumbledore'?" she asked him, tilting her head the other way.

"HE'S your grandfather?! Of course I've heard of him! He's headmaster at Hogwarts! And it amazes me that he's never told you about me, since not only am I 'famous'," Harry put air quotes around the word 'famous', "but practically the whole school calls me his 'favorite student', because I always seem to manage severe punishment because of his intervening." He said with a smile. Violet giggled.

"Well, me and grandfather didn't keep in touch very often. It's all because my parents were embarrassed of our family history. He calls me his 'favorite grandchild'." She looked down. "But then, the accident happened. I have to go to Hogwarts now because I have no other living relatives who want to take me in, you see."

"You mean, your parents are . . .?" She nodded her head sadly.

"It happened about two years ago. I've kinda been wandering from house to house since then."

"Wow." Was all Harry could say.

"Yeah. Oh, dear!" she said "Are you waiting for someone? I'm sorry to have kept you so long."

"Actually-"he started, but just then, he heard someone calling his name.

"Harry!!" called the red-haired teen.

"Oh, hey, Ron!" called Harry back, turning in the direction his voice was. Ron walked over, followed by a brown, bushy-haired girl named Hermione. All of a sudden, Violet became very shy and took a step back. She was unsure of what to do. 'These are Harry's friends, not mine. Maybe I should just board the train.' She thought as she looked around the platform nervously.

"Harry, who's that?" asked Ron, pointing behind Harry. Violet just shrank back even more and turned around.

"Oh, her name's Violet." He turned around to the girl cowering in nervousness behind him. "It's OK, they don't bite, you know."

"I know, it's just been SO long since I was around more than one person." She replied looking back and forth between Harry and Ron.

"Well, maybe it's time you broke out of your shell" said Hermione, speaking for the first time.

"Ummm, okay. What's your name?" she replied, her voice shaking just a little.

"Me? I'm Hermione, and as you know already, this is Ron. He has no manners, so I'll introduce him for you." Violet giggled and smiled at Hermione.

"There's no need for that. Besides, I think it's time to board." She said and she pointed to the clock behind her without looking at it. "It IS 10:50, right?"

"Well, yeah. But how do you know what time it is? Do you have a watch?" Ron asked curiously.

"No."

"Ummm, did Harry tell you the time?"

"Nope."

"Are you physic?"

"I don't know."

"Strange" Ron whispered

"Last call for boarding!" yelled a conductor, who was standing on the platform.

"Well, let's get on!" Violet said and began walking towards the train. As she walked away, the others noticed that a white cat with gray spots had been sitting quietly and obediently on her trolley, and they also noticed the tan barn owl in the owl cage, also sitting on the trolley. They all looked at each other with raised eyebrows. As she took a couple of small bags off her trolley, the cat hopped off of it and up on to her shoulder, turned it head towards them and meowed as if saying to them 'Well, it's time to get on! Don't just stand there like a bunch of mindless little trolls!'. This time, they stopped standing there, and got on the train.

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Violet stared out at the countryside going past the window, stroking the small, purring cat in her lap. Harry looked at her and noticed a butterfly shaped scar on her left shoulder and he wondered where she got it. Hermione was rambling endlessly about all the different classes at Hogwarts, but Violet looked like she wasn't even paying attention. In fact, it looked like she was daydreaming.

"Are you excited about Hogwarts, Violet?" Harry asked Violet, who was sitting beside him. She turned her head towards him.

"Very." She said with a smile. "I can't wait for broom flying lessons. I'm thinking about joining the Quidditch team of whatever house I get put in."

"I hope we get put in the same house, V." said Ron Violet turned her head towards Ron with a question in her eyes and asked,

"Why did you call me 'V'?"

"Cause it sounded cool." Ron said with a shrug. Violet just nodded her head and looked back out the window. "Violet, are you OK? You're awfully quiet," said Harry. "Just tired." She said, turning towards Harry and gave him a sleepy smile.

"I had to walk a few miles before I found a bus stop to the station." When she had said this, Hermione and Ron gave Harry curious looks, as if saying 'And WHY would she have to WALK to a bus stop?' Harry ignored them, as he wasn't sure Violet wanted that information shared. She laid her head against the back of her seat and closed her eyes.

"Could you all tell me some more about Hogwarts? It sounds wonderful." She said quietly.

"Okay, but you have to wake up first," said Ron. Hermione gave him a sharp look and elbowed him in the ribs.

"What?" said Ron. Hermione just rolled her eyes.

"Anyway," started Harry, "Hogwarts is the best place you'll ever see, in my opinion, anyway. I've called it home for the past five years," said Harry.

"Why do you call it home? Don't you have one?" Violet asked, her eyes still closed. Ron and Hermione looked at Harry again, curiously. This time they were wondering why this new girl didn't know about Harry's, erm, HISTORY. And by this point, the cat that was in Violet's lap had crawled over to Harry's lap and had fallen asleep.

"Is Cassiopeia bothering you?" she asked, eyes still closed.

"Cassiopeia?" asked Harry, Ron, and Hermione in unison.

"Mm, hm." Violet said. "She's my cat, who is sitting in Harry's lap."

"Right," said Harry, looking down at the cat awkwardly. "Well, anyway, Violet, I think it's about time you learned my history, judging by all the curious looks Ron and Hermione have been giving me." Violet opened her eyes.

"I take it that this is something that I should be awake for." She said and gave a little laugh.

"Yes, as some parts of it are just a TINY bit serious," said Harry.

"And frightening," added Hermione.

"And sad," added Ron.

"Um, are you SURE that I want to hear this? Because I have something I want to tell all of you too." She said, a bit curious.

"You'd be laughed at up at the school if you didn't know it, and, if you want to understand the stuff in the Daily Prophet, you'll have to know it," said Harry.

"Oh." Was all Violet could say, because she had no IDEA of what the Daily Prophet was, AND she didn't want to be laughed at when she got to the school.

"Actually, Harry, I think she should know about your school history, too," said Hermione.

"What, you mean all my bad Potions grades?" said Harry. Violet laughed.

"No, Harry. I mean your end-of-the-school-year-adventures." Said Hermione.

"Oh, THOSE," said Harry. Violet gave Harry a puzzled look.

"Adventures? What is she talking about?" asked Violet. Cassiopeia still sat purring in Harry's lap. "I think my cat likes you, considering that she isn't much of a lap cat, except with me, and that she's VERY shy."

"Well, moving on," said Harry. "I think it's about time you learned my history, life and school. About 27 years ago, a Dark Wizard came to power . . ." and they talked about this the whole way to Hogwarts. {AN: I mean, come on, if it can fill five books, it's surely a good enough conversation topic for god knows how many hours that train ride is.}

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