Second chapter to All Alone?
Disclaimer: I own Violet. The song "Angel" belongs to Sarah McLachlan. Violet's just borrowing it. Anyway, I love her music!!!!! You've got to pick up some of her albums. It's a beautiful song. The rest belongs to J.K. Don't worry. I'm not making money, or maybe I'd be in a better house!
Violet found herself landing hard, facedown on the floor of the Weasley's kitchen. She sucked in her breath when her ribs made contact with the floor. She didn't have time to focus on the pain as she was immediately snatched up by Mrs. Weasley, who wrapped her into a hug that would have been painful even if she didn't have two broken ribs. She gritted her teeth against the pain, but still couldn't stop the whimper of pain that escaped her lips.
Mrs. Weasley pulled back, looking concerned. "What happened to you, dear?" she said gently, tracing the gash on her cheekbone with the tip of her finger. "Oh never mind. We can talk later. Ron!"
Ron Weasley, Mrs. Weasley's youngest son, and Violet's best friend, came into the room warily. "Yeah, mum?" His eyes rested on Violet, who looked horrible. "When did Violet get here? And what happened to her?!"
"Never you mind." Mrs. Weasley snapped. "Get me my Healing Potions and Ointment. I've got a bit of work to do on Violet."
Ron wasted no time bringing his mother the ointment and potions. He sat close by while Mrs. Weasley fussed over Violet, handing her potions that tasted of rancid milk and rotten cabbages mixed with what looked suspiciously like Flobberworms. Violet hesitated, but drank it, and only felt a little nauseous afterwards. Already, however, she could feel the wonderful sensation of pain being lifted as her wounds began to heal. Mrs. Weasley dabbed ointment on Violet's gash, which bubbled and hissed, before healing over completely.
"There, there." she said, hugging Violet again. "That's better, isn't it?"
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley." She said appreciatively.
"Oh, dear, it's no trouble at all." she smoothed Violet's hair. A sudden CRACK! resounded from the living room. "Oh, that must be Remus! I wonder what's taken him?" She bustled into the living room, leaving Violet and Ron alone.
Ron could only gape. When he found his voice, he put it as bluntly as he could. "Was it your uncle?"
Avoiding his eyes, she slowly nodded. When she heard a snarl, she looked up. "Calm down, Ron. Profes- Remus got me out. Even though I'm supposed to go back there for my own protection, I don't think I'll have to. I'm fine, Ron."
Ron looked thoroughly miserable now. "It's not fair. I did lose a friend, but I wasn't half as close to him as you were and I've got a family to be here for me. You lost your godfather and you were stuck at your uncle's being treated as a human punching bag." He looked about to cry, so Violet tried her best to comfort him.
"It's okay, Ron!" she tried earnestly to assure him. "I'm fine! Remus came and got me and I doubt I'll have to go back, ever! Look," she said quietly. "Even though it was unfair, he didn't die without a purpose. Not only is he most likely happier where he is, but I know for sure now that I'll kill Lestrange as well as Voldemort!" She sighed when Ron flinched. "Honestly, Ron. You've seen what he's done. Don't tell me you're still afraid to speak his name!"
"All-all right." he swallowed. "V-Vol...Voldemort!" He squeaked, now paler and sweatier than ever and his eyes darted around the room in terror, as if afraid that some invisible Voldemort would burst out from nowhere.
"See? That wasn't so hard." Violet said with a smile.
"Easy for you to say..." he muttered, but she didn't hear him as Remus had bolted into the room, looking worried to death
"Oh, Vi!" he hugged her almost as tightly as Mrs. Weasley did. "Are you going to be okay?"
She smiled. "Yes. She is a much better Healer than you are." She laughed outright when Remus looked sternly at her.
"Violet, I do want to talk to you about what happened later." He said quietly, with a hand on her shoulder. "We all do. So no one is to bother her about it until after dinner." he said to all the Weasleys, who quickly nodded.
Silently she thanked him for saying that, but then she cursed under her breath at the fact that she would have to talk about what happened to the whole Weasley family.
Remus shot her a reprimanding look before Mrs. Weasley said, "Oh, you must be hungry, dear! Do sit down, and I'll fix you something to eat."
Violet wasn't hungry until Mrs. Weasley said that, and suddenly she was starving. She hadn't eaten a decent meal since before Sirius had died.
Once Mrs. Weasley had cooked a huge breakfast, she wasted no time in dishing out the largest portions to Violet. Slipping six eggs over easy on her plate, she said. "You're so peaky. I do hope to fatten you up before school starts up again." She gave Violet nine sausages drowned in gravy, ten peices of bacon, and eight peices of toast positively dripping in butter. "Well, eat up." She smiled approvingly as Violet gobbled the meal up faster than she ever had. "I do love feeding you."
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." she grinned and got up to go to the living room. Remus followed.
"Violet, are- are you sure you'll be okay?" He asked nervously. "With everything that's going on, are you going to be okay?"
"Yes." she said gently. "Thanks to you, I will anyway. You saved my life today, Remus. I don't know how to thank you enough." She said sincerely.
"That's thanks enough." he said with a smile, squeezing her shoulder in response. After a minute, Remus reluctantly left Violet alone in the living room after much persuasion. "Well, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask, okay?"
"All right." she assured him. Once he'd left, she walked aimlessly around the living room. She walked around the rest of the house, stopping in a dark room she hadn't seen before. Curiousity got the better of her, and she lit the magical torches. In the middle of the room was a grand piano. It was an ordinary Muggle piano, but it was a rich shade of oak, and its ivory keys stood out sharply against the black and oak. She sat down at the bench hesitantly and tapped one of the keys. It had the ordinary sound of a piano, but this was the most finely tuned piano she'd ever heard. The song she'd written the summer after Cedric Diggory's death came to mind, and she started playing, her thin fingers running smoothly over the keys like any professional. Her smooth, clear, perfectly pitched voice rang out over the room.
"Spend all your time waiting," she began quietly.
"For that second chance.
For a break that would make it okay.
There's always some reason to feel not good enough.
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps through my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight."
Remus walked down the hall toward the loo, when he heard the beautiful combination of piano keys and a melodious, soft voice distantly. Curiously, he headed in the direction of the music, stopping shortly in front of the open door, gawking at Violet, who sat with her eyes shut tightly against the tears in them. He stood as still as he could, praying she wouldn't see him, for if she did, she would surely stop singing.
"In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you feel
You are born from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an angel
May you find some comfort here." The tear slipped out from beneath her eyelid, and Remus could only gape.
"So tired of the straight life
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
Don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
And this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees." She took a quivering breath and started the chorus again, still oblivious to Remus's presence.
"In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you feel
You are born from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an angel
May you find some comfort here.
You're in the arms of an angel
may you find some comfort here..."
Her voice slowly faded away, as it was supposed to, and she continued playing her song on the piano. Slowly the tune ended, and Violet was left sitting on the stool, her fingers resting lightly on the keys.
Finally she opened her emerald green eyes, and gasped when she saw Remus standing there. "H-how long have you been standing there?" she sputtered.
"For quite a while." he gaped at Violet, who looked thoroughly embarrassed. "How did you learn to sing like that?"
"Was it okay?" she said tentatively.
"Okay? Violet, that was amazing! I've never heard anything that beautiful!"
Violet face turned a brilliant red. In fact, she gave Ron's hair a run for it's money. "Thank you..." she said quietly. She turned to go and Remus wrapped her in another warm embrace. Her eyes blurred with tears again and one dripped onto Remus's shoulder.
Remus lightly patted her back for a few seconds and she pulled away.
She wiped the tears off of her face again and turned away. "I'm, uh, sorry about that..." she muttered, still looking a bit embarrassed. "I-I think I'll, er, go outside and play some Quidditch." she said quickly, sliding past Remus, who stared bewildered after her.
She entered the kitchen where Ron, Bill, Charlie, Ginny, and the twins, Fred and George were lounging around carelessly. When she entered, they all looked around at each other nervously. Violet grinned. "What?" she said innocently. "I just wanted to know if you'd play Quidditch with me."
After a moment, they all reacted at the same time. "Sure! Let's go!" they all said, leaping up and racing out the door.
Violet grinned and followed, beating them all to the broom shed effortlessly. Violet's Firebolt was easily the best broom of all. In any case, it beat everyone's Cleansweeps and even Charlie's Numbus 2002, which he'd saved and scrimped for almost a year to buy.
"Okay!" Bill yelled as they were all up in the air. "Violet and Ginny are both Seekers, so they're Captain. Choose a Keeper, Violet!"
"Ron!" she decided straightaway.
"Bill!" Ginny said with a grin.
"The Keepers will have to be Chasers as well. It gives it a bit of a twist. Who do you want as your Beaters? If you get Fred and George, they have to take turns playing, as there will only be one Beater for the opposite team."
"Fred and George, obviously." She beckoned them over.
"Ha ha! I get Charlie!" Ginny cheered. "I pity your team!"
"Release the balls!" Bill ordered. "And don't you dare do anything with those Bludgers this time, FRED!"
Fred looked crestfallen, but obliged and released the balls.
"Hold on..." Bill handed Violet the Quaffle. "Drop that when I say go... GO!"
And the game began. Bill and Ron fiercely battled for the Quaffle. Even though Bill wasn't trying as hard as he could have and Ron was trying his hardest, Ron was certainly no match for Bill. He demonstrated that same spectacular save he'd made the prrevious school year, kicking the Quaffle away from his goals and landing it in the middle of Bill's goal post, leaving Bill staring blankly at Ron, who blushed deeply. Violet had a suspicious feeling that it had been an accident, but she didn't say anything, hoping it would instead boost Ron's confidence.
Charlie did prove to be a better Beater than the twins combined. The result of this was that Fred or George would hit the Bludgers harder and quicker than ever before, nearly taking off Ginny's head in the process. "Sorry, Gin!" George called to his sister, who was fuming.
Violet and Ginny were slowly circling the pitch looking all over for the Snitch. Ginny looked as though she'd seen it, but what she had seen was the glint of Ron's watch. Violet noticed that Ginny was tailing her constantly, so she suddenly dived toward the ground, Ginny automatically following her. Two feet from the ground, she pulled sharply back up, Ginny nearly crashing to the ground. Immediately after, Violet saw the Snitch floating lazily directly above Ron's head. She zoomed toward it, snatching it up just as it had nearly gotten away. Her team cheered; Ginny's groaned and cursed. For a split second, Violet forgot everything but the game. It had felt wonderful to play Quidditch again.
As they all dived down toward the ground again, the small crowd below erupted into cheers. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Remus, Percy (who looked rather nervous about being accepted back into the family), and surprisingly, Albus Dumbledore. What he was doing here was beyond Violet, but she had the sinking feeling it had to do with her uncle.
As she hopped off her broom and towards the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he spoke. "Before you ask, I have indeed heard of what happened at your uncle's house. However, I have not yet decided what to do about the situation. Of course, you cannot come back this summer, but I haven't yet figured out what to do about next summer. Warnings have not worked; threats have not worked; reminders have not worked. Tonight I will decide what to do about what happened." With that, he turned around and entered the house without another word.
Remus beckoned to Violet. She suddenly realized just how angry she was. "Just what did you tell him?" she said angrily.
"Everything..." he said slowly. "Vi, don't get mad. I had to tell him. It's because of him that you had to live with your aunt and uncle in the first place."
"REMUS, I DON'T WANT EVERYONE KNOWING ABOUT IT!" Violet screamed in rage, not caring that the Weasley's were edging away in fear. She knew deep down that this was the most rational thing for Remus to do, but right now she didn't care. "I JUST WANT TO FORGET THE WHOLE THING EVER HAPPENED!"
He grabbed her shoulders and she yanked away. Remus willed himself not to lose his own temper. "Violet, calm down. As good as it may feel, you can't just forget about what happened. Something has to be done about it. I told him for your own good, you know."
"Forget it." She snapped, and stormed into the house and up the stairs, into Ginny's bedroom, where she was to sleep for the rest of the summer.
The end of this chapter
Disclaimer: I own Violet. The song "Angel" belongs to Sarah McLachlan. Violet's just borrowing it. Anyway, I love her music!!!!! You've got to pick up some of her albums. It's a beautiful song. The rest belongs to J.K. Don't worry. I'm not making money, or maybe I'd be in a better house!
Violet found herself landing hard, facedown on the floor of the Weasley's kitchen. She sucked in her breath when her ribs made contact with the floor. She didn't have time to focus on the pain as she was immediately snatched up by Mrs. Weasley, who wrapped her into a hug that would have been painful even if she didn't have two broken ribs. She gritted her teeth against the pain, but still couldn't stop the whimper of pain that escaped her lips.
Mrs. Weasley pulled back, looking concerned. "What happened to you, dear?" she said gently, tracing the gash on her cheekbone with the tip of her finger. "Oh never mind. We can talk later. Ron!"
Ron Weasley, Mrs. Weasley's youngest son, and Violet's best friend, came into the room warily. "Yeah, mum?" His eyes rested on Violet, who looked horrible. "When did Violet get here? And what happened to her?!"
"Never you mind." Mrs. Weasley snapped. "Get me my Healing Potions and Ointment. I've got a bit of work to do on Violet."
Ron wasted no time bringing his mother the ointment and potions. He sat close by while Mrs. Weasley fussed over Violet, handing her potions that tasted of rancid milk and rotten cabbages mixed with what looked suspiciously like Flobberworms. Violet hesitated, but drank it, and only felt a little nauseous afterwards. Already, however, she could feel the wonderful sensation of pain being lifted as her wounds began to heal. Mrs. Weasley dabbed ointment on Violet's gash, which bubbled and hissed, before healing over completely.
"There, there." she said, hugging Violet again. "That's better, isn't it?"
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley." She said appreciatively.
"Oh, dear, it's no trouble at all." she smoothed Violet's hair. A sudden CRACK! resounded from the living room. "Oh, that must be Remus! I wonder what's taken him?" She bustled into the living room, leaving Violet and Ron alone.
Ron could only gape. When he found his voice, he put it as bluntly as he could. "Was it your uncle?"
Avoiding his eyes, she slowly nodded. When she heard a snarl, she looked up. "Calm down, Ron. Profes- Remus got me out. Even though I'm supposed to go back there for my own protection, I don't think I'll have to. I'm fine, Ron."
Ron looked thoroughly miserable now. "It's not fair. I did lose a friend, but I wasn't half as close to him as you were and I've got a family to be here for me. You lost your godfather and you were stuck at your uncle's being treated as a human punching bag." He looked about to cry, so Violet tried her best to comfort him.
"It's okay, Ron!" she tried earnestly to assure him. "I'm fine! Remus came and got me and I doubt I'll have to go back, ever! Look," she said quietly. "Even though it was unfair, he didn't die without a purpose. Not only is he most likely happier where he is, but I know for sure now that I'll kill Lestrange as well as Voldemort!" She sighed when Ron flinched. "Honestly, Ron. You've seen what he's done. Don't tell me you're still afraid to speak his name!"
"All-all right." he swallowed. "V-Vol...Voldemort!" He squeaked, now paler and sweatier than ever and his eyes darted around the room in terror, as if afraid that some invisible Voldemort would burst out from nowhere.
"See? That wasn't so hard." Violet said with a smile.
"Easy for you to say..." he muttered, but she didn't hear him as Remus had bolted into the room, looking worried to death
"Oh, Vi!" he hugged her almost as tightly as Mrs. Weasley did. "Are you going to be okay?"
She smiled. "Yes. She is a much better Healer than you are." She laughed outright when Remus looked sternly at her.
"Violet, I do want to talk to you about what happened later." He said quietly, with a hand on her shoulder. "We all do. So no one is to bother her about it until after dinner." he said to all the Weasleys, who quickly nodded.
Silently she thanked him for saying that, but then she cursed under her breath at the fact that she would have to talk about what happened to the whole Weasley family.
Remus shot her a reprimanding look before Mrs. Weasley said, "Oh, you must be hungry, dear! Do sit down, and I'll fix you something to eat."
Violet wasn't hungry until Mrs. Weasley said that, and suddenly she was starving. She hadn't eaten a decent meal since before Sirius had died.
Once Mrs. Weasley had cooked a huge breakfast, she wasted no time in dishing out the largest portions to Violet. Slipping six eggs over easy on her plate, she said. "You're so peaky. I do hope to fatten you up before school starts up again." She gave Violet nine sausages drowned in gravy, ten peices of bacon, and eight peices of toast positively dripping in butter. "Well, eat up." She smiled approvingly as Violet gobbled the meal up faster than she ever had. "I do love feeding you."
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." she grinned and got up to go to the living room. Remus followed.
"Violet, are- are you sure you'll be okay?" He asked nervously. "With everything that's going on, are you going to be okay?"
"Yes." she said gently. "Thanks to you, I will anyway. You saved my life today, Remus. I don't know how to thank you enough." She said sincerely.
"That's thanks enough." he said with a smile, squeezing her shoulder in response. After a minute, Remus reluctantly left Violet alone in the living room after much persuasion. "Well, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask, okay?"
"All right." she assured him. Once he'd left, she walked aimlessly around the living room. She walked around the rest of the house, stopping in a dark room she hadn't seen before. Curiousity got the better of her, and she lit the magical torches. In the middle of the room was a grand piano. It was an ordinary Muggle piano, but it was a rich shade of oak, and its ivory keys stood out sharply against the black and oak. She sat down at the bench hesitantly and tapped one of the keys. It had the ordinary sound of a piano, but this was the most finely tuned piano she'd ever heard. The song she'd written the summer after Cedric Diggory's death came to mind, and she started playing, her thin fingers running smoothly over the keys like any professional. Her smooth, clear, perfectly pitched voice rang out over the room.
"Spend all your time waiting," she began quietly.
"For that second chance.
For a break that would make it okay.
There's always some reason to feel not good enough.
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps through my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight."
Remus walked down the hall toward the loo, when he heard the beautiful combination of piano keys and a melodious, soft voice distantly. Curiously, he headed in the direction of the music, stopping shortly in front of the open door, gawking at Violet, who sat with her eyes shut tightly against the tears in them. He stood as still as he could, praying she wouldn't see him, for if she did, she would surely stop singing.
"In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you feel
You are born from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an angel
May you find some comfort here." The tear slipped out from beneath her eyelid, and Remus could only gape.
"So tired of the straight life
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
Don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
And this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees." She took a quivering breath and started the chorus again, still oblivious to Remus's presence.
"In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you feel
You are born from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an angel
May you find some comfort here.
You're in the arms of an angel
may you find some comfort here..."
Her voice slowly faded away, as it was supposed to, and she continued playing her song on the piano. Slowly the tune ended, and Violet was left sitting on the stool, her fingers resting lightly on the keys.
Finally she opened her emerald green eyes, and gasped when she saw Remus standing there. "H-how long have you been standing there?" she sputtered.
"For quite a while." he gaped at Violet, who looked thoroughly embarrassed. "How did you learn to sing like that?"
"Was it okay?" she said tentatively.
"Okay? Violet, that was amazing! I've never heard anything that beautiful!"
Violet face turned a brilliant red. In fact, she gave Ron's hair a run for it's money. "Thank you..." she said quietly. She turned to go and Remus wrapped her in another warm embrace. Her eyes blurred with tears again and one dripped onto Remus's shoulder.
Remus lightly patted her back for a few seconds and she pulled away.
She wiped the tears off of her face again and turned away. "I'm, uh, sorry about that..." she muttered, still looking a bit embarrassed. "I-I think I'll, er, go outside and play some Quidditch." she said quickly, sliding past Remus, who stared bewildered after her.
She entered the kitchen where Ron, Bill, Charlie, Ginny, and the twins, Fred and George were lounging around carelessly. When she entered, they all looked around at each other nervously. Violet grinned. "What?" she said innocently. "I just wanted to know if you'd play Quidditch with me."
After a moment, they all reacted at the same time. "Sure! Let's go!" they all said, leaping up and racing out the door.
Violet grinned and followed, beating them all to the broom shed effortlessly. Violet's Firebolt was easily the best broom of all. In any case, it beat everyone's Cleansweeps and even Charlie's Numbus 2002, which he'd saved and scrimped for almost a year to buy.
"Okay!" Bill yelled as they were all up in the air. "Violet and Ginny are both Seekers, so they're Captain. Choose a Keeper, Violet!"
"Ron!" she decided straightaway.
"Bill!" Ginny said with a grin.
"The Keepers will have to be Chasers as well. It gives it a bit of a twist. Who do you want as your Beaters? If you get Fred and George, they have to take turns playing, as there will only be one Beater for the opposite team."
"Fred and George, obviously." She beckoned them over.
"Ha ha! I get Charlie!" Ginny cheered. "I pity your team!"
"Release the balls!" Bill ordered. "And don't you dare do anything with those Bludgers this time, FRED!"
Fred looked crestfallen, but obliged and released the balls.
"Hold on..." Bill handed Violet the Quaffle. "Drop that when I say go... GO!"
And the game began. Bill and Ron fiercely battled for the Quaffle. Even though Bill wasn't trying as hard as he could have and Ron was trying his hardest, Ron was certainly no match for Bill. He demonstrated that same spectacular save he'd made the prrevious school year, kicking the Quaffle away from his goals and landing it in the middle of Bill's goal post, leaving Bill staring blankly at Ron, who blushed deeply. Violet had a suspicious feeling that it had been an accident, but she didn't say anything, hoping it would instead boost Ron's confidence.
Charlie did prove to be a better Beater than the twins combined. The result of this was that Fred or George would hit the Bludgers harder and quicker than ever before, nearly taking off Ginny's head in the process. "Sorry, Gin!" George called to his sister, who was fuming.
Violet and Ginny were slowly circling the pitch looking all over for the Snitch. Ginny looked as though she'd seen it, but what she had seen was the glint of Ron's watch. Violet noticed that Ginny was tailing her constantly, so she suddenly dived toward the ground, Ginny automatically following her. Two feet from the ground, she pulled sharply back up, Ginny nearly crashing to the ground. Immediately after, Violet saw the Snitch floating lazily directly above Ron's head. She zoomed toward it, snatching it up just as it had nearly gotten away. Her team cheered; Ginny's groaned and cursed. For a split second, Violet forgot everything but the game. It had felt wonderful to play Quidditch again.
As they all dived down toward the ground again, the small crowd below erupted into cheers. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Remus, Percy (who looked rather nervous about being accepted back into the family), and surprisingly, Albus Dumbledore. What he was doing here was beyond Violet, but she had the sinking feeling it had to do with her uncle.
As she hopped off her broom and towards the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he spoke. "Before you ask, I have indeed heard of what happened at your uncle's house. However, I have not yet decided what to do about the situation. Of course, you cannot come back this summer, but I haven't yet figured out what to do about next summer. Warnings have not worked; threats have not worked; reminders have not worked. Tonight I will decide what to do about what happened." With that, he turned around and entered the house without another word.
Remus beckoned to Violet. She suddenly realized just how angry she was. "Just what did you tell him?" she said angrily.
"Everything..." he said slowly. "Vi, don't get mad. I had to tell him. It's because of him that you had to live with your aunt and uncle in the first place."
"REMUS, I DON'T WANT EVERYONE KNOWING ABOUT IT!" Violet screamed in rage, not caring that the Weasley's were edging away in fear. She knew deep down that this was the most rational thing for Remus to do, but right now she didn't care. "I JUST WANT TO FORGET THE WHOLE THING EVER HAPPENED!"
He grabbed her shoulders and she yanked away. Remus willed himself not to lose his own temper. "Violet, calm down. As good as it may feel, you can't just forget about what happened. Something has to be done about it. I told him for your own good, you know."
"Forget it." She snapped, and stormed into the house and up the stairs, into Ginny's bedroom, where she was to sleep for the rest of the summer.
The end of this chapter