All Alone?
:::Warning::: Do not read if you have not finished Order of the Phoenix. MAJOR SPOILERS! Takes place one month after OotP. Let's say that instead of Harry being a boy, he has always been a girl. In this story the death of the major character has left Violet feeling horribly alone, left to deal with hell that no one should ever have to deal with. She begins to cope with the death that have made her miserable, when something bizarre happens to totally screw everything up even more. Enjoy! It's my first fic so please be nice! R/R!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Violet. The rest belongs to our beloved J.K. Rowling, whom we are all very very very mad with for killing off our favorite character.
Chapter 1
All was peaceful on Privet Drive on a calm July night. However in the smallest bedroom of Number 4, a teenage girl's dreams were littered with turmoil.
Dream
Violet stared almost in a trance at Bellatrix Lestrange as she rushed to duel Sirius, now that Tonks, Moody, Shacklebolt, and Lupin were all unconscious or preoccupied. Violet could see the laughter on Sirius's face as he taunted his cousin. Before he could get out another curse, he was hit with a Stunning jinx. There was nothing he could do to repel the jinx, it was too late. Violet watched as he fell, seemingly in slow motion, through the tattered fluttering veil.
"SIRIUS!" She screeched, darting up the steps towards the archway. He'd just fallen through; she had to pull him out before it was too late...
"I'M COMING! DON'T WORRY!" She had almost made it up to the veil, when a pair of arms grabbed her around the waist and started dragging her back. Violet twisted around to see Remus Lupin pulling her back. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I CAN STILL SAVE HIM! LET GO!"
"It's too late, Violet!" he panted, trying his hardest to keep hold of Violet, who was struggling and squirming with all she had to break free. "He's gone!"
This angered her, and she fought even harder. "SHUT UP! THAT'S NOT TRUE! HE'S NOT GONE! HE-HE CAN'T BE!"
"Violet! Stop it! He's--" He never finished his sentence, as Violet brought her elbow hard into his stomach, and he let out a grunt of pain. But, he still would not let go, still dragging her farther and farther away.
"LET GO OF ME!" she screamed, stomping on his foot, and elbowing him again. "HE IS NOT DEAD! SIRIUS! SIRIUS!" However, once Lupin had gotten her to the foot of the steps, she slowed down in her struggling. Sirius had never kept her waiting before. He had risked everything, always to come see Violet. He had always done everything in his power to be there for her, and if he was not coming back to Violet when she was screaming for him like she was being tortured, then the only explanation was that he couldn't come back. That Lupin was right... He really was...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Violet sat bolt upright in her bed, tears mingling with the sweat that was dripping down her face. She caught her breath and buried her face in her hands.
Sirius's death hadn't been easy on her at Hogwarts, but here at the Dursley's with no one to turn to, the pain multiplied tenfold. His death was over a month ago, but she still sobbed herself to sleep every single night. She was able to handle the death of Cedric Diggory, but Sirius was just too much.
Even now, as she sat here, blinking the tears out of her eyes, she pondered angrily: Why did it have to be Sirius? WHY?! Why did it have to be the one person I love most in this world? Why not Snape or Malfoy? Or me?!
With these thoughts tearing at her insides, she fell into a restless sleep.
The next morning at seven o' clock sharp, she was awaken by her Aunt Petunia. "Up!" She snapped. "We need you to cook breakfast for darling Diddy's friends."
Violet moaned, but did as she was told. It was more to distract herself from thinking of Sirius that she went downstairs. She cooked the bacon absentmindedly, burning a piece accidentally. "Shit..." she muttered, praying they hadn't noticed. Unfortunately, they had...
Violet felt the frying pan hit her in the side of the face before she saw it. She collapsed, her eyes shut tightly against the tears in them. "Fuck..." Even as she sprawled on the floor with hazy spots in her eyes, she told herself, :::You must not let them see you cry:::
So, instead, she forced herself upright again. "Is that the best you've got?" She croaked defiantly, knowing she would instantly regret her choice of words.
Uncle Vernon's eyes were reduced to narrow slits. Suddenly, his massive fist collided with Violet's stomach. She bent over and collapsed again, gasping for air. She felt a searing pain in her ribs as she was kicked repeatedly. Eventually, she forgot herself and yelped in pain. She could dimly hear Dudley, Piers, and Malcom's laughter. She saw Vernon's foot swing back, and braced herself, but Petunia grabbed his shoulder, saying, "No, Vernon."
He hesitated, before casting Violet a hideous look and stomping off.
Violet moaned, before forcing herself up. She staggered, but somehow managed to serve the bacon without dropping any. She took her two small pieces and retreated the corner she normally sat in.
Piers spoke up. "So, your dad's finally giving the bitch what she deserves again?"
Dudley grinned. "Yup. Some of her friends from school threatened him and took it a bit too far. They were really weird folk too. The one woman looked like a complete freak with pink hair and the older man had a fake eye. The younger guy, although he looked about fifty, wore these old clothes that must have had twelve owners before him."
Violet felt her ears growing hot. Calm yourself, Vi, she told herself. It won't do to make matters worse.
"Biggest bunch of freaks I'd ever seen..." Dudley chortled, raising his orange juice that he'd managed to spike with liquor to his lips.
SMASH! The glass shattered, showering Dudley in orange juice and glass. He gasped then glared menacingly at Violet, who tried her best to look innocent. He almost stood up when Malcom gazed admiringly at Dudley. "Nice grip, Big D!"
"Pity it never worked that way with Violet here." Piers laughed.
Again, Violet had to take deep breaths to calm herself. But the worst was still to come.
As soon as he'd recovered, Dudley started up on Violet. "You should hear her at night, crying!" He put on a high pitched, girly voice. "No! Sirius! Don't kill him, please! AAAAGGH!" He laughed hysterically. "Kill me Dumbledore! End it all! I'll get to see Sirius aga--"
He let out a strangled gasp as he was lifted off his feet y an invisible force. His head scraped the ceiling. "Wha-What are you doing?!"
Violet was on her feet, her hand high in the air with the fingers extended and spread. "IF YOU EVER TALK ABOUT THAT AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU!" she held him like this until Petunia and Vernon screamed.
"PUT HIM DOWN!" roared Vernon. "I MEAN IT GIRL, I'LL--" Without warning, he was flung at the far end of the kitchen as he made his way towards Violet, who threw her left arm out.
She laughed manicly. "As you wish!" She slammed her hand onto the table, bringing Dudley to the ground, making a tumultous crash.
It took a moment for Violet to register just what she had done. Staring at the scene in horror, she backed out the door, and bolted down the street. She made it two blocks, before she slowed ot a walk, her breath ragged.
She was in so much trouble, she knew it. Not just with the Dursley's, but with the Ministry of Magic as well. She had done unauthorized magic again! How stupid could she be--?
She stopped and became aware of a second set of footsteps. She started to walk faster, quickening her pace every second, until a hand grasped her shoulder, and she spun around, screaming, "GET OFF ME!", at the same time, slamming her fist into the attacker's face.
He brought his hands to his face, and felt for blood, which was shooting out of his nose like a fountain. He had to perform a healing spell on his nose. He smiled slightly at Violet's raised fists. "Nice right hook, Vi."
She gasped, lowering her fists. "Professor?!"
Her old professor nodded, "And call me Remus, please. I'm not your professor anymore. What are you doing out here, this far away from Privet Drive? And where in the world did you learn to punch like that?"
"I should ask you the same question, and Sirius taught me." she finished shyly.
"Ah..." he smiled. "He always was rather skilled in fistfighting. He taught me everything he knew about it."
"Well, what are you doing all the way in Surrey?" she pressed.
"As a matter of fact, I was coming to pick you up."
Violet gaped at him. "Really???"
"Really." he grinned as Violet threw her arms around him.
Lupin's eyes widened and she pulled away.
"Uh, sorry about that. I'm just, uh... that excited!"
"No problem." he squeezed her shoulder. He then noticed the odd way she breathed and the bruise rising on her temple. "Good God, what happened to you?"
She considered telling him for a fleeting second, but then realized that she didn't want his or anyone else's pity. "I fell down the stairs on my, er, way to get a glass of water." she said lamely.
Remus didn't look entirely convinced, but to Violet's relief, he let it go. "Well, I suppose I should take you back to Privet Drive so you can pick up your things."
Violet suppressed a shudder, and allowed him to walk with her back to Privet Drive. Once they had reached Number 4, Violet began visibly shaking, and Remus looked concerned. As she made her way to the door, she turned around and said, "Just wait here." She knew it was probably a dumb idea, but the last thing she needed was for Uncle Vernon to make a scene in front of Remus. He'd never let her live it down.
Remus hesitated, but obliged. Was it his imagination, or did Violet pause and shudder before disappearing inside?
No sooner had Violet entered the house than a beefy hand clamped firmly on her mouth. She was soon after shoved violently into the wall. She began sinking to the floor in reflex, but found herself being roughly yanked back up by her neck and slapped hard across the face. She tried to scream, but no sound came out.
"You'll pay for what you did to my son, girl!" Vernon snarled, socking Violet in the stomach.
The next thing Violet knew, a large fist was heading straight for her face, and she felt white-hot pain, as well as blood, shooting down her face. Again, she tried to scream for help, but all that came out was a squeak.
"SHUT IT!" Vernon said furiously, before abandoning all attempts at quietly beating her and instead threw her bodily into the china cabinet. Wine glasses and expensive plates shattered and spilled everywhere, making a racket loud enough to wake the dead and showering Violet in glass and blood. She managed something between a muffled yell and a grunt. No sooner had she hit the floor than she felt the familiar sensation of yet another rib cracking, and finally the feeling of losing consciousness.
Meanwhile, Remus was getting worried. Violet had been inside for a while, and he hadn't heard any sign of her emerging. He ventured closer to the house, and instantly heard a loud CRASH! and a muffled scream. "Oh, fuck..." he muttered, and bolted to Number 4, whipping out his wand as he went. He burst through the door in time to see Vernon Dursley kicking Violet in the head.
"STUPEFY!" Remus roared, and Vernon collapsed, feet from Violet, who lay unconscious in a pool of blood and glass. As a precaution, he Stunned Petunia and Dudley, who were watching nearby.
Once they'd fallen, Remus dropped to his knees, next to Violet. He instantly felt her wrist for a pulse, and sighed in relief. He managed a decent Healing spell on her nose; surprisingly healing it without making it crooked. He had to conjure bandages for her head and ribs. Once he was done, he debated whether or not to wake her, then decided for it, as she was most likely concussed. In the softest, most comforting voice he could muster, he pointed his wand between her eyes, and said, "Awaken."
Violet felt consciousness returning to her, and she moaned, automatically flinching to prepare for the onslaught of blinding pain that was sure to come.
Instead, she was greeted by a gentle voice and became aware that she was lying in someone's arms. In her haze, she murmered hopefully, "Sir?" (pronounced seer)
It really hurt to hear that, but he managed to say, "No. It's Remus."
Reality hit her once more, and all she could reply with was, "Oh."
Remus lifted her up under the arms and murmered, "Come on, Vi. Sit up."
It took tremendous effort, but she was sitting up, leaning heavily on Remus. "Where is he?" she said fearfully.
"He's over there." Remus said, assuming her vision was rather blurred. She started shaking again and moved even closer to Remus. "Relax, he's Stunned. They all are." When she still wouldn't stop shaking, he put an arm around her shoulders and said gently, "It's all right. I'm not going to let anything hurt you." He tilted her chin up. "Why didn't you tell anyone sooner? We could have gotten you out."
"I knew you were busy with the Order; I didn't want to bother you."
Remus smacked himself in the forehead so hard Violet would have been surprised if he hadn't drilled a hole in his head. "Damn it, Violet! Jesus! Do you not have any sense?! Honestly..." He noticed Violet beginning to edge away in fear. "Come back here... I'm not going to hurt you." He composed himself. "Vi, you needing help about an abusive uncle can hardly count as bothering me!"
"Could I just get my stuff and get out of here?" she pleaded, starting to get up, and falling back with a grimace.
"Of course," said, Remus, helping her up and leading her over to the fireplace. "Let's get you to the Burrow and I'll get your stuff."
He handed Violet some Floo Powder and nodded encouragingly. She took a deep breath and managed to shout, "THE BURROW!" and disappeared in a swirl of green flames.
Well, how was that for the first chappie? I don't really have anything else intelligent to say so please review!
:::Warning::: Do not read if you have not finished Order of the Phoenix. MAJOR SPOILERS! Takes place one month after OotP. Let's say that instead of Harry being a boy, he has always been a girl. In this story the death of the major character has left Violet feeling horribly alone, left to deal with hell that no one should ever have to deal with. She begins to cope with the death that have made her miserable, when something bizarre happens to totally screw everything up even more. Enjoy! It's my first fic so please be nice! R/R!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Violet. The rest belongs to our beloved J.K. Rowling, whom we are all very very very mad with for killing off our favorite character.
Chapter 1
All was peaceful on Privet Drive on a calm July night. However in the smallest bedroom of Number 4, a teenage girl's dreams were littered with turmoil.
Dream
Violet stared almost in a trance at Bellatrix Lestrange as she rushed to duel Sirius, now that Tonks, Moody, Shacklebolt, and Lupin were all unconscious or preoccupied. Violet could see the laughter on Sirius's face as he taunted his cousin. Before he could get out another curse, he was hit with a Stunning jinx. There was nothing he could do to repel the jinx, it was too late. Violet watched as he fell, seemingly in slow motion, through the tattered fluttering veil.
"SIRIUS!" She screeched, darting up the steps towards the archway. He'd just fallen through; she had to pull him out before it was too late...
"I'M COMING! DON'T WORRY!" She had almost made it up to the veil, when a pair of arms grabbed her around the waist and started dragging her back. Violet twisted around to see Remus Lupin pulling her back. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I CAN STILL SAVE HIM! LET GO!"
"It's too late, Violet!" he panted, trying his hardest to keep hold of Violet, who was struggling and squirming with all she had to break free. "He's gone!"
This angered her, and she fought even harder. "SHUT UP! THAT'S NOT TRUE! HE'S NOT GONE! HE-HE CAN'T BE!"
"Violet! Stop it! He's--" He never finished his sentence, as Violet brought her elbow hard into his stomach, and he let out a grunt of pain. But, he still would not let go, still dragging her farther and farther away.
"LET GO OF ME!" she screamed, stomping on his foot, and elbowing him again. "HE IS NOT DEAD! SIRIUS! SIRIUS!" However, once Lupin had gotten her to the foot of the steps, she slowed down in her struggling. Sirius had never kept her waiting before. He had risked everything, always to come see Violet. He had always done everything in his power to be there for her, and if he was not coming back to Violet when she was screaming for him like she was being tortured, then the only explanation was that he couldn't come back. That Lupin was right... He really was...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Violet sat bolt upright in her bed, tears mingling with the sweat that was dripping down her face. She caught her breath and buried her face in her hands.
Sirius's death hadn't been easy on her at Hogwarts, but here at the Dursley's with no one to turn to, the pain multiplied tenfold. His death was over a month ago, but she still sobbed herself to sleep every single night. She was able to handle the death of Cedric Diggory, but Sirius was just too much.
Even now, as she sat here, blinking the tears out of her eyes, she pondered angrily: Why did it have to be Sirius? WHY?! Why did it have to be the one person I love most in this world? Why not Snape or Malfoy? Or me?!
With these thoughts tearing at her insides, she fell into a restless sleep.
The next morning at seven o' clock sharp, she was awaken by her Aunt Petunia. "Up!" She snapped. "We need you to cook breakfast for darling Diddy's friends."
Violet moaned, but did as she was told. It was more to distract herself from thinking of Sirius that she went downstairs. She cooked the bacon absentmindedly, burning a piece accidentally. "Shit..." she muttered, praying they hadn't noticed. Unfortunately, they had...
Violet felt the frying pan hit her in the side of the face before she saw it. She collapsed, her eyes shut tightly against the tears in them. "Fuck..." Even as she sprawled on the floor with hazy spots in her eyes, she told herself, :::You must not let them see you cry:::
So, instead, she forced herself upright again. "Is that the best you've got?" She croaked defiantly, knowing she would instantly regret her choice of words.
Uncle Vernon's eyes were reduced to narrow slits. Suddenly, his massive fist collided with Violet's stomach. She bent over and collapsed again, gasping for air. She felt a searing pain in her ribs as she was kicked repeatedly. Eventually, she forgot herself and yelped in pain. She could dimly hear Dudley, Piers, and Malcom's laughter. She saw Vernon's foot swing back, and braced herself, but Petunia grabbed his shoulder, saying, "No, Vernon."
He hesitated, before casting Violet a hideous look and stomping off.
Violet moaned, before forcing herself up. She staggered, but somehow managed to serve the bacon without dropping any. She took her two small pieces and retreated the corner she normally sat in.
Piers spoke up. "So, your dad's finally giving the bitch what she deserves again?"
Dudley grinned. "Yup. Some of her friends from school threatened him and took it a bit too far. They were really weird folk too. The one woman looked like a complete freak with pink hair and the older man had a fake eye. The younger guy, although he looked about fifty, wore these old clothes that must have had twelve owners before him."
Violet felt her ears growing hot. Calm yourself, Vi, she told herself. It won't do to make matters worse.
"Biggest bunch of freaks I'd ever seen..." Dudley chortled, raising his orange juice that he'd managed to spike with liquor to his lips.
SMASH! The glass shattered, showering Dudley in orange juice and glass. He gasped then glared menacingly at Violet, who tried her best to look innocent. He almost stood up when Malcom gazed admiringly at Dudley. "Nice grip, Big D!"
"Pity it never worked that way with Violet here." Piers laughed.
Again, Violet had to take deep breaths to calm herself. But the worst was still to come.
As soon as he'd recovered, Dudley started up on Violet. "You should hear her at night, crying!" He put on a high pitched, girly voice. "No! Sirius! Don't kill him, please! AAAAGGH!" He laughed hysterically. "Kill me Dumbledore! End it all! I'll get to see Sirius aga--"
He let out a strangled gasp as he was lifted off his feet y an invisible force. His head scraped the ceiling. "Wha-What are you doing?!"
Violet was on her feet, her hand high in the air with the fingers extended and spread. "IF YOU EVER TALK ABOUT THAT AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU!" she held him like this until Petunia and Vernon screamed.
"PUT HIM DOWN!" roared Vernon. "I MEAN IT GIRL, I'LL--" Without warning, he was flung at the far end of the kitchen as he made his way towards Violet, who threw her left arm out.
She laughed manicly. "As you wish!" She slammed her hand onto the table, bringing Dudley to the ground, making a tumultous crash.
It took a moment for Violet to register just what she had done. Staring at the scene in horror, she backed out the door, and bolted down the street. She made it two blocks, before she slowed ot a walk, her breath ragged.
She was in so much trouble, she knew it. Not just with the Dursley's, but with the Ministry of Magic as well. She had done unauthorized magic again! How stupid could she be--?
She stopped and became aware of a second set of footsteps. She started to walk faster, quickening her pace every second, until a hand grasped her shoulder, and she spun around, screaming, "GET OFF ME!", at the same time, slamming her fist into the attacker's face.
He brought his hands to his face, and felt for blood, which was shooting out of his nose like a fountain. He had to perform a healing spell on his nose. He smiled slightly at Violet's raised fists. "Nice right hook, Vi."
She gasped, lowering her fists. "Professor?!"
Her old professor nodded, "And call me Remus, please. I'm not your professor anymore. What are you doing out here, this far away from Privet Drive? And where in the world did you learn to punch like that?"
"I should ask you the same question, and Sirius taught me." she finished shyly.
"Ah..." he smiled. "He always was rather skilled in fistfighting. He taught me everything he knew about it."
"Well, what are you doing all the way in Surrey?" she pressed.
"As a matter of fact, I was coming to pick you up."
Violet gaped at him. "Really???"
"Really." he grinned as Violet threw her arms around him.
Lupin's eyes widened and she pulled away.
"Uh, sorry about that. I'm just, uh... that excited!"
"No problem." he squeezed her shoulder. He then noticed the odd way she breathed and the bruise rising on her temple. "Good God, what happened to you?"
She considered telling him for a fleeting second, but then realized that she didn't want his or anyone else's pity. "I fell down the stairs on my, er, way to get a glass of water." she said lamely.
Remus didn't look entirely convinced, but to Violet's relief, he let it go. "Well, I suppose I should take you back to Privet Drive so you can pick up your things."
Violet suppressed a shudder, and allowed him to walk with her back to Privet Drive. Once they had reached Number 4, Violet began visibly shaking, and Remus looked concerned. As she made her way to the door, she turned around and said, "Just wait here." She knew it was probably a dumb idea, but the last thing she needed was for Uncle Vernon to make a scene in front of Remus. He'd never let her live it down.
Remus hesitated, but obliged. Was it his imagination, or did Violet pause and shudder before disappearing inside?
No sooner had Violet entered the house than a beefy hand clamped firmly on her mouth. She was soon after shoved violently into the wall. She began sinking to the floor in reflex, but found herself being roughly yanked back up by her neck and slapped hard across the face. She tried to scream, but no sound came out.
"You'll pay for what you did to my son, girl!" Vernon snarled, socking Violet in the stomach.
The next thing Violet knew, a large fist was heading straight for her face, and she felt white-hot pain, as well as blood, shooting down her face. Again, she tried to scream for help, but all that came out was a squeak.
"SHUT IT!" Vernon said furiously, before abandoning all attempts at quietly beating her and instead threw her bodily into the china cabinet. Wine glasses and expensive plates shattered and spilled everywhere, making a racket loud enough to wake the dead and showering Violet in glass and blood. She managed something between a muffled yell and a grunt. No sooner had she hit the floor than she felt the familiar sensation of yet another rib cracking, and finally the feeling of losing consciousness.
Meanwhile, Remus was getting worried. Violet had been inside for a while, and he hadn't heard any sign of her emerging. He ventured closer to the house, and instantly heard a loud CRASH! and a muffled scream. "Oh, fuck..." he muttered, and bolted to Number 4, whipping out his wand as he went. He burst through the door in time to see Vernon Dursley kicking Violet in the head.
"STUPEFY!" Remus roared, and Vernon collapsed, feet from Violet, who lay unconscious in a pool of blood and glass. As a precaution, he Stunned Petunia and Dudley, who were watching nearby.
Once they'd fallen, Remus dropped to his knees, next to Violet. He instantly felt her wrist for a pulse, and sighed in relief. He managed a decent Healing spell on her nose; surprisingly healing it without making it crooked. He had to conjure bandages for her head and ribs. Once he was done, he debated whether or not to wake her, then decided for it, as she was most likely concussed. In the softest, most comforting voice he could muster, he pointed his wand between her eyes, and said, "Awaken."
Violet felt consciousness returning to her, and she moaned, automatically flinching to prepare for the onslaught of blinding pain that was sure to come.
Instead, she was greeted by a gentle voice and became aware that she was lying in someone's arms. In her haze, she murmered hopefully, "Sir?" (pronounced seer)
It really hurt to hear that, but he managed to say, "No. It's Remus."
Reality hit her once more, and all she could reply with was, "Oh."
Remus lifted her up under the arms and murmered, "Come on, Vi. Sit up."
It took tremendous effort, but she was sitting up, leaning heavily on Remus. "Where is he?" she said fearfully.
"He's over there." Remus said, assuming her vision was rather blurred. She started shaking again and moved even closer to Remus. "Relax, he's Stunned. They all are." When she still wouldn't stop shaking, he put an arm around her shoulders and said gently, "It's all right. I'm not going to let anything hurt you." He tilted her chin up. "Why didn't you tell anyone sooner? We could have gotten you out."
"I knew you were busy with the Order; I didn't want to bother you."
Remus smacked himself in the forehead so hard Violet would have been surprised if he hadn't drilled a hole in his head. "Damn it, Violet! Jesus! Do you not have any sense?! Honestly..." He noticed Violet beginning to edge away in fear. "Come back here... I'm not going to hurt you." He composed himself. "Vi, you needing help about an abusive uncle can hardly count as bothering me!"
"Could I just get my stuff and get out of here?" she pleaded, starting to get up, and falling back with a grimace.
"Of course," said, Remus, helping her up and leading her over to the fireplace. "Let's get you to the Burrow and I'll get your stuff."
He handed Violet some Floo Powder and nodded encouragingly. She took a deep breath and managed to shout, "THE BURROW!" and disappeared in a swirl of green flames.
Well, how was that for the first chappie? I don't really have anything else intelligent to say so please review!