All Alone?
Chapter 9
Well, how did you like my new character? I based him on an actual person that I know. So, do you think Violet has found herself a true love? *giggles*. I'm thinking about adding some romance to this story. After all the angst and drama, this story could probably use some love in it.
Sirius: It was my idea!
Cierra: No, I'm the creative mastermind here!
Sirius: You're grounded!
Well, I guess I'm grounded, so I'll let you see the rest of the story, then.
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Chapter 9
It had been several days since Eric had last spoken to her, and Violet was making no move to speak to him. She knew deep down she was being unfair to him and that he had no idea what had upset her so much, but everytime she passed him in the halls, her nerve failed her and she looked the other way.
September 4, at breakfast time, something finally took her mind off of Eric. A tawny owl zoomed in front of her, dropping something red on her plate. At first she didn't realize what it was, until Ron gasped, "Is that what I think it is?"
Apon further inspection, Ron turned out to be right. He looked at her. "Run."
Violet wasted no time in sprinting out the doors to the Great Hall and tearing open the envelope.
Immediately, Remus's voice, so loud she stumbled backward, clutching her ears, came booming out of the envelope.
"THE FIRST DAY YOU'RE AT HOGWARTS AND YOU ATTACK SOMEONE! I DON'T CARE WHO IT WAS OR WHAT HE DID, YOU DO NOT ATTACK PEOPLE! DID OUR TALK BEFORE YOU LEFT HAVE ANY EFFECT WHATSOEVER ON YOU?! WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR ME TO DRILL THAT INTO YOUR SKULL?! IF I EVER HEAR AGAIN THAT YOU SO MUCH AS POKED SOMEONE IN THE HEAD, YOU'LL BE ON THE NEXT TRAIN HOME AND GROUNDED FOR A MONTH!"
With that, the envelope shredded itself and vanished in a poof of smoke. It had been the first Howler she'd ever recieved, and she stared at the spot where it had disappeared. Shock was replaced by embarrassment, as she was pretty sure that the whole school had heard Remus's Howler, then anger. Who's he to send me a Howler? she fumed, heading back into the Great Hall, her face burning, as she carefully avoided Eric's eyes. The last time I checked, he wasn't my father!
She sat down hard on the seat and put her hand on her forehead. After a moment, she looked back up. "Who does he think he is?" she said angrily, stabbing her fork into the rest of her scrambled eggs. "He's not my father!"
"Well, he's the closest thing you've got to one!" Hermione said severely. "He loves you and just wants what's best for you."
"I ought to send him a Howler and see how he likes it!" Violet said furiously.
Hermione shook her head, and finished eating. Eric, however, was looking almost sympathetic.
After breakfast was over, Violet pulled out her schedule. "Damn! Double potions with the Slytherins, then Devination, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts! What a lovely schedule!" she said sarcastically, shoving her schedule into her bag. "Well, at least we've got Defense. Who's the Defense teacher? Apparantly, I missed that one."
Hermione spoke up. "You'll never guess this one. It's Tonks!"
Violet's spirits lifted much higher. "Metamorphmagus Tonks? Purple hair?"
"Yes. That Tonks." Hermione said exasperatedly. "How many Tonks's do you know?"
Violet shook her head, and entered the dungeon, followed shortly by Ron, Hermione, and Eric.
"Sit down." Snape said coolly. "Why can't you follow the example of Mr. Malfoy and get to class on time?"
"With all due respect, *sir*," Violet said just as coldly. "By my watch, we were at least three minutes early."
"Use that tongue with me again, Potter, and I'll take fifty points from Gryffindor." Snape said dangerously. "Now, SIT DOWN!"
Violet threw him her most murderous glare, and fought the urge to pound Snape into a greasy pulp. She sat down and slammed her book onto the desk.
"Five points from Gryffindor, Potter." Snape said idly. "Now, I can't imagine how you imbeciles made it into my Advanced Potions class, and I don't want to know. However, I want to make it clear to you all," his eyes settled on Eric, who flushed in embarrassment. "that I will not tolerate any foolishness whatsoever in my class. Is that clear?"
"Crystal." said Violet smoothly. Snape looked as though he would like nothing better than to curse her, but instead turned to the board.
"Now that you mention it, Potter, crystals will come in useful for this next potion. A Calming Drought. Madam Pomfrey has had students come to her office all a bundle of nerves, and she needs Calming Droughts made. This will be worth a hundred points to your grade, and some of you," He smirked as he looked at Violet and Ron. "badly need the grade. I will sort you into pairs. Weasley and Malfoy, Granger and Parkinson, Potter and Miller. I want you all over there."
Violet sighed and dragged her bag over to the next table and sat down across from Eric. Snape flicked his wand at the board and instructions appeared on the board. "You have your instructions. I expect each potion on my desk at the end of class."
Everyone hurried to the supply closet, and got out the ingredients. Eric looked incredibly confused and stressed. Violet finally took pity on him and said, "Don't worry. Snape's just tough. If you fail this assignment, you certainly won't be the only one."
Eric looked surprised but said, "I see you're talking to me again, then."
"Yeah, I did want to apologize for being so rude." she said, concentrating so hard on stirring, that it began to foam and she had to stop abruptly and stir the opposite way. "You couldn't have known what had happened."
"What did--?" he said, before stopping, assuming it wouldn't be wise to go on, after what she'd done to the blonde boy.
Speaking of which, the blonde leaned over and "accidentally" knocked the beaker of tequila mixed with Flobberworm intestines. "Oops, sorry about that." he said with a malicious laugh.
"Right." Violet said tersely, reaching over and mixing his into her potion. When he opened his mouth to call for Snape, she poked him in the leg with her wand. "Don't even think about it."
He threw her a nasty look before getting up to go get more tequila and intestines. "Slut." he hissed, just loud enough for Eric to hear.
Eric started up angrily, but Violet seized the front of his robes and pulled him back down roughly. "Leave him to me." she hissed.
Wondering briefly what she had in store for him, he sat down. "He has no right to call you that! Why don't you tell the teacher?"
This made Violet burst out laughing, causing Snape to send a menacing glare her way. "I'd have thought you'd gotten the measure of Snape by now, Miller. To put it nicely, he favors his own students above all others and he and I don't get along. To put it bluntly, he's biased and he hates my guts. Because he and my father were sworn enemies at school." She said smoothly, dropping three crystals into the potion.
Violet stirred the potion three more times clockwise, then five times counterclockwise, and let it sit. Eric stared dumbly at her. "How do you get this stuff?"
"After having Snape for over five years, you get used to it."
Eric opened his mouth to reply, but Snape spoke up, "You should all be finished by now. Three minutes to bottle your potions, place them on my desk, and wash your hands. Go."
Everyone filed to the front of the class, and carefully placed their potions on Snape's desks, knowing full well that if they were to spill the potions they would get D's. Violet and Eric were careful to avoid Malfoy, who was just as careful to try and knock the potion out of their hands, until finally Ron cracked and kicked him in the back of the leg, causing him to splash his potion on Snape. The whole class leaped backwards fearfully, gasping. Malfoy and Ron stood motionless, Ron's leg still bent slightly, Malfoy on one knee, clutching the empty beaker. Everyone stood breathless, wondering what Snape was going to do. They seemed to stand there with bated breath for hours until Snape finally spoke.
"Fifty points from Slytherin and a week's detention for that, Mr. Malfoy!" Snape hissed, causing even more shock than Malfoy spilling it in Snape's face, which had sprouted blue boils all over it.
"But, sir!" Malfoy sputtered. "Weasley kicked me!"
Snape turned to Ron. "Ten points from Gryffindor, Weasley. And if that ever happens again, it'll be a hundred!" With that he stormed out of the classroom and the rest of the class hurriedly placed their potions on Snape's desk, washed their hands, and filed out of the classroom. As Ron and Violet headed for Devination, they gave Eric quick directions to the Study of Ancient Runes classroom, and headed in the direction of Professor Trelawney/Firenze the centaur's classroom, unaware that a blonde boy was following them.
"Amazing!" Ron said spiritedly. "I never thought I'd see the day that Snape took points from his own house!"
"He did take ten points from Gryffindor, Ron." Hermione reminded him, before waving as she headed for Arithmancy.
Once they'd reached the second floor, a voice rose up. "You'll pay for that, Weasley!" He whipped out his wand. "Tarantallegra!"
Violet who had her wand ready behind her back, screeched, "Protego!", sending a shield in front of Ron that disappeared as soon as the curse bounced off and was sent flying back at Malfoy, who's legs began to twitch uncontrollably. Before he could choke out another jinx, Ron had his wand out.
"Expelliarmus!" Ron shouted. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Malfoy was now wandless, and stiff as a board. Only his eyes, which were darting around with rage, moved. "Time for some sweet revenge, Draco darling." Violet said sweetly, before touching his forehead with her wand and slowly tracing letters. She stood up, grinning evilly. "Who's the slut now?"
For indeed, Malfoy had sprouted a bunch of pimples that took the shape of the letters, "SLUT".
"You know, I think it's time we let old Drakkie go, eh?" said Violet, before muttering the countercurse to the full body bind. When he reached for his wand, and lifted it, he found two wands pointing in his face. "Now, we're going to let you go." They stepped back, and he sprang up, his face a brilliant red. "And if you dare hex us, you'll be very sorry indeed." With that, they turned and headed back upstairs, leaving Malfoy with a red face, and a nasty assortment of purple pimples.
They ran the rest of the way to the Devination tower, and leaped up. Professor Trelawny looked up. "I saw that you would be late, so there is no need to punish you, dears."
Firenze, the handsome centaur with the shining blue eyes, scoffed at this. "You saw nothing. Human nonsense. If you were lucky, you could perhaps read a star, but nothing more."
This caused a great quarrel between them, in which Trelawny was almost boiling with rage, while Firenze replied calmly to everything. This lasted almost the whole class. They all milled about while Trelawny and Firenze went at it. Violet slapped Ron a high five under the table, and said, "I told Eric I'd get Malfoy back."
"What are you talking about? Get him back for what?" Ron looked confused.
"After he knocked my goblet of tequila on the floor, I poured his into mine. He went to call Snape, and I, er, 'persuaded' him not to. He threw a fit and called me a slut." She grinned. "But who got the last laugh?"
"You're amazing, honestly." Ron gaped at her. "I mean, look at you. It's a wonder no one runs screaming for the hills when they take one look at you."
Perhaps that was because under the robes, she was wearing the tight, dirty looking jeans, a black tee-shirt that had long white sleeves, and said, "Godsmack" on it, her ever popular boots, a bunch of wristbands, spiky and dull, a sweatband, rubber bracelets, and the charm bracelet. She also had a shotbead necklace, a spiky collar, various pins, and her skull ring. She had in all her earrings, and she'd done her hair differently today. She'd pulled the two sections in front to the back, tied them together, put gel in them, and spiked sections up. But what was even more amazing was that she was actually wearing makeup. Dark grey eyeshadow, dark eyeliner, and mascara. She looked positively scary.
"You look like you could kill someone, Vi. Honestly, you do." Ron said earnestly.
"Well, that was the plan." she said with an evil laugh, and pulled out, "So you want to be an Auror?" and read for quite a while.
Finally, Firenze and Professor Trelawny turned away from each other, Professor Trelawny's hair was rather mussed, and Firenze was as calm as ever, his eyes glittering slightly. In his mournful voice, he said, "For tonight, I want you to gaze at the stars and whatever planets your pitiful human eyes can see."
"Then, I want you to make a months worth of predictions on how the stars can affect your lives." Professor Trelawny glared at him.
Firenze simply stared at her and shook his head, clopping away. "Good day to you all."
They all gathered their books and headed for the next class, which was unfortunately for all of the Gryffindors, Transfiguration.
They all sat down, and awaited whatever torture McGonagall was going to put them through. "Since not one of you, aside from Miss Granger, was able to make anything disappear last year, we'll start on that." Her beady little eyes rested on Violet. "Miss Potter, you will work on conjuring over here."
Violet moaned and pulled out her wand, and headed to a table by herself. "Miss Potter, you will be conjuring a snail. I see no need for you to vanish anything, when you already can."
The rest of the class gaped at her, before trying to vanish their snails. After ten minutes, Hermione had vanished three snails. "Miss Granger," McGonagall spoke up. "You can go over and join Miss Potter in conjuring objects. You, however, will start with conjuring smaller objects, such as a toothpick. You have read up on conjuring, I presume?"
"Yes, Professor." Hermione nodded, and dragged her bag over to Violet's table.
"Miss Potter, will you kindly assist Miss Granger in conjuring the toothpick?"
"Yes, Professor," said Violet, before vanishing the snail she'd conjured, and giving Hermione instructions. She shook her head, wondering why she had to be so pathetic, as Hermione conjured the toothpick on her third try. "I wish it came that easily for me." Violet said jealously.
"Well, I've had practice, and you're still better at it than me." Hermione said, matter-of-factly.
"Not for long. And I've had practice too, a whole summer's worth, in fact."
"How did you manage to learn to conjure things over the summer?" Hermione gaped, over her pile of toothpicks.
"Remus has been training me." Violet said casually. "He recieved special permission from the Ministry to allow me to use a wand during certain times of the day. Although the Ministry seems to be more than willing to give special permission for just about anything, now that Voldemort's out in the open and all."
"Oh. How do you conjure a snail?" For the rest of the class period, Violet patiently explained and demonstrated how to conjure a snail. It took several tries, but Hermione had half a snail by the end of class.
"Good job, Hermione. It took me much longer to learn how to conjure a snail." Violet congratulated her. "It's tough, isn't it?"
"You're telling me!" Ron spoke up. "I still can't even vanish a snail, let alone conjure one!"
"You try going to all your classes, training with McGonagall, a week's detentions, and tutoring first to fourth years in Defense!" Violet said exasperatedly.
"Are you joking?" Ron gasped. "For your sake, please tell me you're joking."
"Would you have me lie?" Violet said, looking over at him.
"I really do pity you." Ron shook his head, as they headed for Defense class.
Tonks was lounging in the teacher's chair, in denim robes with holes and patches artfully placed. Her hair was curly and black today.
"Hello, Ton-Professor." Violet said.
"Wotcher!" Tonks grinned, winking at them. "You won't need your books today. It's a practical lesson."
"Awesome!" said Ron enthusiastically, pulling out his wand. Soon enough the rest of the class filed in, and got their books out, only to put them away soon after, and take out their wands.
Tonks finally spoke up, looking as confident as though she were simply at a restaurant, ordering food. "I am Professor Tonks. Some of you may know me," her eyes twinkled at Violet, Ron, and Hermione. ", but for those who don't, I work at the Ministry of Magic as an Auror, which is no doubt why Professor Dumbledore hired me. I am dead clumsy," Ironically, she knocked over a book, purely by accident. "And I am a Metamorphmagus." Immediately, she screwed up her eyes and immediately her hair turned short, spiky, and bubblegum pink. The class gasped and applauded. "Thank you. I must say it does come in handy when I need a disguise. Now, I thought we might try amateur dueling today. In light of everything that's happened, what with Voldemort's return," she ignored the class's flinches. ", Dumbledore wants you trained as best as possible, as opposed to the way things were going last year. I thought we might have Violet Potter and Hermione Granger demonstrate."
Violet looked up suddenly, and shook her head violently, but Tonks disregarded this, and beckoned for them to both come forward. "You and Hermione are the best duelists in the class, from what I've heard. I do recall some excellent dueling at the end of last year."
At these words, the pain of the previous summer came to mind, and she decided to take her mind off of it and humor Tonks by dueling. "Wands at the ready?" Violet and Hermione pulled out their wands and brandished them at each other, with evil grins on their faces. "Now, do not use anything other than Disarming, blocking, Stunning, or MINOR jinxes! Turn away from each other, that's it. Now move five paces foreward and turn around. One, two, three... DUEL!"
"Expelliarmus!" Hermione shouted.
"Protego!" Violet bellowed before Hermione had even finished. Soon enough, a shield was in front of her, and the curse rebounded on Hermione, sending her wand flying out of her hand. The class gaped at Violet, who allowed Hermione to scramble for her wand, and stand up. Once she was up, Violet yelled, "Impedimenta!"
Hermione surprised her with, "Protego!" sending the jinx flying back at Violet, who dove out of the way, and from the floor, shouted, "Stupefy!"
A jet of red light hit Hermione, who fell backwards, her eyes widened with shock. An image ran through Violet's head as Hermione hit the ground. A jet of light hitting Sirius, his eyes widening with shock at being hit, before falling through the veil. Was it possible that he was hit only with a Stunning jinx and not Avada Kedavra? Violet's adrenaline was pumping so high that night that she didn't know what color the light was. She was brought back to reality when Tonks clapped her on the shoulder.
"Excellent dueling, Violet! Ten points to Gryffindor!" She leaned over Hermione. "Ennervate!"
Hermione opened her eyes and sat up groggily. "That was amazing." Hermione stuttered. "Just what did Remus teach you?"
"He taught me almost everything he knows, and believe me, he knows a lot!" Violet smiled, before getting up and heading back for her seat, writing herself a mental note to send Remus a long, angry letter after school. If she didn't know better, she'd send him a Howler, just to see how he liked it. But, then again, she supposed, that wouldn't be very wise to send a Howler to someone who was now her legal guardian.
After dinner, she pulled out a peice of wrinkled parchment and a quill, and started writing.
Dear Remus, she started.
I can understand your being upset about me hitting Malfoy, and you had every right to be. But, you didn't know half of the story. Malfoy insulted Sirius, as well as you and Harry. Granted, I should never have hit him, but you had no right to send me a Howler when you know damn well that you would have done the same thing in my shoes. I know you're trying to make up for the fact that I don't have parents by pretending to be my father, but, you've got to face facts. And, Moony, the fact is, you are NOT my father. I'm sorry.
Love, Violet
Violet felt bad for writing this, but it was the nicest true thing she could think to say. She tied the scroll to Hedwig's leg, and watched as she flew off.
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So, how was that for the first detailed school day? Yes, I know, that was rather cold of Violet, but I promise it will ensure some major bonding later on. After all, there's always good with the bad, right? I'm so sorry I haven't been updating. We've recently moved and we haven't had Internet for quite a while. We live out in the boondocks of Delaware, and it totally BITES BIG FAT ASS! Sorry about that, I just hate living out here! I totally deserve the big city life, not this loser hick town life. Anyway, I just got my eyebrow pierced. I'm thinking of having Violet get her eyebrow pierced or maybe a tattoo, or hey! maybe both! It could happen, eh?
Chapter 9
Well, how did you like my new character? I based him on an actual person that I know. So, do you think Violet has found herself a true love? *giggles*. I'm thinking about adding some romance to this story. After all the angst and drama, this story could probably use some love in it.
Sirius: It was my idea!
Cierra: No, I'm the creative mastermind here!
Sirius: You're grounded!
Well, I guess I'm grounded, so I'll let you see the rest of the story, then.
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Chapter 9
It had been several days since Eric had last spoken to her, and Violet was making no move to speak to him. She knew deep down she was being unfair to him and that he had no idea what had upset her so much, but everytime she passed him in the halls, her nerve failed her and she looked the other way.
September 4, at breakfast time, something finally took her mind off of Eric. A tawny owl zoomed in front of her, dropping something red on her plate. At first she didn't realize what it was, until Ron gasped, "Is that what I think it is?"
Apon further inspection, Ron turned out to be right. He looked at her. "Run."
Violet wasted no time in sprinting out the doors to the Great Hall and tearing open the envelope.
Immediately, Remus's voice, so loud she stumbled backward, clutching her ears, came booming out of the envelope.
"THE FIRST DAY YOU'RE AT HOGWARTS AND YOU ATTACK SOMEONE! I DON'T CARE WHO IT WAS OR WHAT HE DID, YOU DO NOT ATTACK PEOPLE! DID OUR TALK BEFORE YOU LEFT HAVE ANY EFFECT WHATSOEVER ON YOU?! WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR ME TO DRILL THAT INTO YOUR SKULL?! IF I EVER HEAR AGAIN THAT YOU SO MUCH AS POKED SOMEONE IN THE HEAD, YOU'LL BE ON THE NEXT TRAIN HOME AND GROUNDED FOR A MONTH!"
With that, the envelope shredded itself and vanished in a poof of smoke. It had been the first Howler she'd ever recieved, and she stared at the spot where it had disappeared. Shock was replaced by embarrassment, as she was pretty sure that the whole school had heard Remus's Howler, then anger. Who's he to send me a Howler? she fumed, heading back into the Great Hall, her face burning, as she carefully avoided Eric's eyes. The last time I checked, he wasn't my father!
She sat down hard on the seat and put her hand on her forehead. After a moment, she looked back up. "Who does he think he is?" she said angrily, stabbing her fork into the rest of her scrambled eggs. "He's not my father!"
"Well, he's the closest thing you've got to one!" Hermione said severely. "He loves you and just wants what's best for you."
"I ought to send him a Howler and see how he likes it!" Violet said furiously.
Hermione shook her head, and finished eating. Eric, however, was looking almost sympathetic.
After breakfast was over, Violet pulled out her schedule. "Damn! Double potions with the Slytherins, then Devination, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts! What a lovely schedule!" she said sarcastically, shoving her schedule into her bag. "Well, at least we've got Defense. Who's the Defense teacher? Apparantly, I missed that one."
Hermione spoke up. "You'll never guess this one. It's Tonks!"
Violet's spirits lifted much higher. "Metamorphmagus Tonks? Purple hair?"
"Yes. That Tonks." Hermione said exasperatedly. "How many Tonks's do you know?"
Violet shook her head, and entered the dungeon, followed shortly by Ron, Hermione, and Eric.
"Sit down." Snape said coolly. "Why can't you follow the example of Mr. Malfoy and get to class on time?"
"With all due respect, *sir*," Violet said just as coldly. "By my watch, we were at least three minutes early."
"Use that tongue with me again, Potter, and I'll take fifty points from Gryffindor." Snape said dangerously. "Now, SIT DOWN!"
Violet threw him her most murderous glare, and fought the urge to pound Snape into a greasy pulp. She sat down and slammed her book onto the desk.
"Five points from Gryffindor, Potter." Snape said idly. "Now, I can't imagine how you imbeciles made it into my Advanced Potions class, and I don't want to know. However, I want to make it clear to you all," his eyes settled on Eric, who flushed in embarrassment. "that I will not tolerate any foolishness whatsoever in my class. Is that clear?"
"Crystal." said Violet smoothly. Snape looked as though he would like nothing better than to curse her, but instead turned to the board.
"Now that you mention it, Potter, crystals will come in useful for this next potion. A Calming Drought. Madam Pomfrey has had students come to her office all a bundle of nerves, and she needs Calming Droughts made. This will be worth a hundred points to your grade, and some of you," He smirked as he looked at Violet and Ron. "badly need the grade. I will sort you into pairs. Weasley and Malfoy, Granger and Parkinson, Potter and Miller. I want you all over there."
Violet sighed and dragged her bag over to the next table and sat down across from Eric. Snape flicked his wand at the board and instructions appeared on the board. "You have your instructions. I expect each potion on my desk at the end of class."
Everyone hurried to the supply closet, and got out the ingredients. Eric looked incredibly confused and stressed. Violet finally took pity on him and said, "Don't worry. Snape's just tough. If you fail this assignment, you certainly won't be the only one."
Eric looked surprised but said, "I see you're talking to me again, then."
"Yeah, I did want to apologize for being so rude." she said, concentrating so hard on stirring, that it began to foam and she had to stop abruptly and stir the opposite way. "You couldn't have known what had happened."
"What did--?" he said, before stopping, assuming it wouldn't be wise to go on, after what she'd done to the blonde boy.
Speaking of which, the blonde leaned over and "accidentally" knocked the beaker of tequila mixed with Flobberworm intestines. "Oops, sorry about that." he said with a malicious laugh.
"Right." Violet said tersely, reaching over and mixing his into her potion. When he opened his mouth to call for Snape, she poked him in the leg with her wand. "Don't even think about it."
He threw her a nasty look before getting up to go get more tequila and intestines. "Slut." he hissed, just loud enough for Eric to hear.
Eric started up angrily, but Violet seized the front of his robes and pulled him back down roughly. "Leave him to me." she hissed.
Wondering briefly what she had in store for him, he sat down. "He has no right to call you that! Why don't you tell the teacher?"
This made Violet burst out laughing, causing Snape to send a menacing glare her way. "I'd have thought you'd gotten the measure of Snape by now, Miller. To put it nicely, he favors his own students above all others and he and I don't get along. To put it bluntly, he's biased and he hates my guts. Because he and my father were sworn enemies at school." She said smoothly, dropping three crystals into the potion.
Violet stirred the potion three more times clockwise, then five times counterclockwise, and let it sit. Eric stared dumbly at her. "How do you get this stuff?"
"After having Snape for over five years, you get used to it."
Eric opened his mouth to reply, but Snape spoke up, "You should all be finished by now. Three minutes to bottle your potions, place them on my desk, and wash your hands. Go."
Everyone filed to the front of the class, and carefully placed their potions on Snape's desks, knowing full well that if they were to spill the potions they would get D's. Violet and Eric were careful to avoid Malfoy, who was just as careful to try and knock the potion out of their hands, until finally Ron cracked and kicked him in the back of the leg, causing him to splash his potion on Snape. The whole class leaped backwards fearfully, gasping. Malfoy and Ron stood motionless, Ron's leg still bent slightly, Malfoy on one knee, clutching the empty beaker. Everyone stood breathless, wondering what Snape was going to do. They seemed to stand there with bated breath for hours until Snape finally spoke.
"Fifty points from Slytherin and a week's detention for that, Mr. Malfoy!" Snape hissed, causing even more shock than Malfoy spilling it in Snape's face, which had sprouted blue boils all over it.
"But, sir!" Malfoy sputtered. "Weasley kicked me!"
Snape turned to Ron. "Ten points from Gryffindor, Weasley. And if that ever happens again, it'll be a hundred!" With that he stormed out of the classroom and the rest of the class hurriedly placed their potions on Snape's desk, washed their hands, and filed out of the classroom. As Ron and Violet headed for Devination, they gave Eric quick directions to the Study of Ancient Runes classroom, and headed in the direction of Professor Trelawney/Firenze the centaur's classroom, unaware that a blonde boy was following them.
"Amazing!" Ron said spiritedly. "I never thought I'd see the day that Snape took points from his own house!"
"He did take ten points from Gryffindor, Ron." Hermione reminded him, before waving as she headed for Arithmancy.
Once they'd reached the second floor, a voice rose up. "You'll pay for that, Weasley!" He whipped out his wand. "Tarantallegra!"
Violet who had her wand ready behind her back, screeched, "Protego!", sending a shield in front of Ron that disappeared as soon as the curse bounced off and was sent flying back at Malfoy, who's legs began to twitch uncontrollably. Before he could choke out another jinx, Ron had his wand out.
"Expelliarmus!" Ron shouted. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Malfoy was now wandless, and stiff as a board. Only his eyes, which were darting around with rage, moved. "Time for some sweet revenge, Draco darling." Violet said sweetly, before touching his forehead with her wand and slowly tracing letters. She stood up, grinning evilly. "Who's the slut now?"
For indeed, Malfoy had sprouted a bunch of pimples that took the shape of the letters, "SLUT".
"You know, I think it's time we let old Drakkie go, eh?" said Violet, before muttering the countercurse to the full body bind. When he reached for his wand, and lifted it, he found two wands pointing in his face. "Now, we're going to let you go." They stepped back, and he sprang up, his face a brilliant red. "And if you dare hex us, you'll be very sorry indeed." With that, they turned and headed back upstairs, leaving Malfoy with a red face, and a nasty assortment of purple pimples.
They ran the rest of the way to the Devination tower, and leaped up. Professor Trelawny looked up. "I saw that you would be late, so there is no need to punish you, dears."
Firenze, the handsome centaur with the shining blue eyes, scoffed at this. "You saw nothing. Human nonsense. If you were lucky, you could perhaps read a star, but nothing more."
This caused a great quarrel between them, in which Trelawny was almost boiling with rage, while Firenze replied calmly to everything. This lasted almost the whole class. They all milled about while Trelawny and Firenze went at it. Violet slapped Ron a high five under the table, and said, "I told Eric I'd get Malfoy back."
"What are you talking about? Get him back for what?" Ron looked confused.
"After he knocked my goblet of tequila on the floor, I poured his into mine. He went to call Snape, and I, er, 'persuaded' him not to. He threw a fit and called me a slut." She grinned. "But who got the last laugh?"
"You're amazing, honestly." Ron gaped at her. "I mean, look at you. It's a wonder no one runs screaming for the hills when they take one look at you."
Perhaps that was because under the robes, she was wearing the tight, dirty looking jeans, a black tee-shirt that had long white sleeves, and said, "Godsmack" on it, her ever popular boots, a bunch of wristbands, spiky and dull, a sweatband, rubber bracelets, and the charm bracelet. She also had a shotbead necklace, a spiky collar, various pins, and her skull ring. She had in all her earrings, and she'd done her hair differently today. She'd pulled the two sections in front to the back, tied them together, put gel in them, and spiked sections up. But what was even more amazing was that she was actually wearing makeup. Dark grey eyeshadow, dark eyeliner, and mascara. She looked positively scary.
"You look like you could kill someone, Vi. Honestly, you do." Ron said earnestly.
"Well, that was the plan." she said with an evil laugh, and pulled out, "So you want to be an Auror?" and read for quite a while.
Finally, Firenze and Professor Trelawny turned away from each other, Professor Trelawny's hair was rather mussed, and Firenze was as calm as ever, his eyes glittering slightly. In his mournful voice, he said, "For tonight, I want you to gaze at the stars and whatever planets your pitiful human eyes can see."
"Then, I want you to make a months worth of predictions on how the stars can affect your lives." Professor Trelawny glared at him.
Firenze simply stared at her and shook his head, clopping away. "Good day to you all."
They all gathered their books and headed for the next class, which was unfortunately for all of the Gryffindors, Transfiguration.
They all sat down, and awaited whatever torture McGonagall was going to put them through. "Since not one of you, aside from Miss Granger, was able to make anything disappear last year, we'll start on that." Her beady little eyes rested on Violet. "Miss Potter, you will work on conjuring over here."
Violet moaned and pulled out her wand, and headed to a table by herself. "Miss Potter, you will be conjuring a snail. I see no need for you to vanish anything, when you already can."
The rest of the class gaped at her, before trying to vanish their snails. After ten minutes, Hermione had vanished three snails. "Miss Granger," McGonagall spoke up. "You can go over and join Miss Potter in conjuring objects. You, however, will start with conjuring smaller objects, such as a toothpick. You have read up on conjuring, I presume?"
"Yes, Professor." Hermione nodded, and dragged her bag over to Violet's table.
"Miss Potter, will you kindly assist Miss Granger in conjuring the toothpick?"
"Yes, Professor," said Violet, before vanishing the snail she'd conjured, and giving Hermione instructions. She shook her head, wondering why she had to be so pathetic, as Hermione conjured the toothpick on her third try. "I wish it came that easily for me." Violet said jealously.
"Well, I've had practice, and you're still better at it than me." Hermione said, matter-of-factly.
"Not for long. And I've had practice too, a whole summer's worth, in fact."
"How did you manage to learn to conjure things over the summer?" Hermione gaped, over her pile of toothpicks.
"Remus has been training me." Violet said casually. "He recieved special permission from the Ministry to allow me to use a wand during certain times of the day. Although the Ministry seems to be more than willing to give special permission for just about anything, now that Voldemort's out in the open and all."
"Oh. How do you conjure a snail?" For the rest of the class period, Violet patiently explained and demonstrated how to conjure a snail. It took several tries, but Hermione had half a snail by the end of class.
"Good job, Hermione. It took me much longer to learn how to conjure a snail." Violet congratulated her. "It's tough, isn't it?"
"You're telling me!" Ron spoke up. "I still can't even vanish a snail, let alone conjure one!"
"You try going to all your classes, training with McGonagall, a week's detentions, and tutoring first to fourth years in Defense!" Violet said exasperatedly.
"Are you joking?" Ron gasped. "For your sake, please tell me you're joking."
"Would you have me lie?" Violet said, looking over at him.
"I really do pity you." Ron shook his head, as they headed for Defense class.
Tonks was lounging in the teacher's chair, in denim robes with holes and patches artfully placed. Her hair was curly and black today.
"Hello, Ton-Professor." Violet said.
"Wotcher!" Tonks grinned, winking at them. "You won't need your books today. It's a practical lesson."
"Awesome!" said Ron enthusiastically, pulling out his wand. Soon enough the rest of the class filed in, and got their books out, only to put them away soon after, and take out their wands.
Tonks finally spoke up, looking as confident as though she were simply at a restaurant, ordering food. "I am Professor Tonks. Some of you may know me," her eyes twinkled at Violet, Ron, and Hermione. ", but for those who don't, I work at the Ministry of Magic as an Auror, which is no doubt why Professor Dumbledore hired me. I am dead clumsy," Ironically, she knocked over a book, purely by accident. "And I am a Metamorphmagus." Immediately, she screwed up her eyes and immediately her hair turned short, spiky, and bubblegum pink. The class gasped and applauded. "Thank you. I must say it does come in handy when I need a disguise. Now, I thought we might try amateur dueling today. In light of everything that's happened, what with Voldemort's return," she ignored the class's flinches. ", Dumbledore wants you trained as best as possible, as opposed to the way things were going last year. I thought we might have Violet Potter and Hermione Granger demonstrate."
Violet looked up suddenly, and shook her head violently, but Tonks disregarded this, and beckoned for them to both come forward. "You and Hermione are the best duelists in the class, from what I've heard. I do recall some excellent dueling at the end of last year."
At these words, the pain of the previous summer came to mind, and she decided to take her mind off of it and humor Tonks by dueling. "Wands at the ready?" Violet and Hermione pulled out their wands and brandished them at each other, with evil grins on their faces. "Now, do not use anything other than Disarming, blocking, Stunning, or MINOR jinxes! Turn away from each other, that's it. Now move five paces foreward and turn around. One, two, three... DUEL!"
"Expelliarmus!" Hermione shouted.
"Protego!" Violet bellowed before Hermione had even finished. Soon enough, a shield was in front of her, and the curse rebounded on Hermione, sending her wand flying out of her hand. The class gaped at Violet, who allowed Hermione to scramble for her wand, and stand up. Once she was up, Violet yelled, "Impedimenta!"
Hermione surprised her with, "Protego!" sending the jinx flying back at Violet, who dove out of the way, and from the floor, shouted, "Stupefy!"
A jet of red light hit Hermione, who fell backwards, her eyes widened with shock. An image ran through Violet's head as Hermione hit the ground. A jet of light hitting Sirius, his eyes widening with shock at being hit, before falling through the veil. Was it possible that he was hit only with a Stunning jinx and not Avada Kedavra? Violet's adrenaline was pumping so high that night that she didn't know what color the light was. She was brought back to reality when Tonks clapped her on the shoulder.
"Excellent dueling, Violet! Ten points to Gryffindor!" She leaned over Hermione. "Ennervate!"
Hermione opened her eyes and sat up groggily. "That was amazing." Hermione stuttered. "Just what did Remus teach you?"
"He taught me almost everything he knows, and believe me, he knows a lot!" Violet smiled, before getting up and heading back for her seat, writing herself a mental note to send Remus a long, angry letter after school. If she didn't know better, she'd send him a Howler, just to see how he liked it. But, then again, she supposed, that wouldn't be very wise to send a Howler to someone who was now her legal guardian.
After dinner, she pulled out a peice of wrinkled parchment and a quill, and started writing.
Dear Remus, she started.
I can understand your being upset about me hitting Malfoy, and you had every right to be. But, you didn't know half of the story. Malfoy insulted Sirius, as well as you and Harry. Granted, I should never have hit him, but you had no right to send me a Howler when you know damn well that you would have done the same thing in my shoes. I know you're trying to make up for the fact that I don't have parents by pretending to be my father, but, you've got to face facts. And, Moony, the fact is, you are NOT my father. I'm sorry.
Love, Violet
Violet felt bad for writing this, but it was the nicest true thing she could think to say. She tied the scroll to Hedwig's leg, and watched as she flew off.
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So, how was that for the first detailed school day? Yes, I know, that was rather cold of Violet, but I promise it will ensure some major bonding later on. After all, there's always good with the bad, right? I'm so sorry I haven't been updating. We've recently moved and we haven't had Internet for quite a while. We live out in the boondocks of Delaware, and it totally BITES BIG FAT ASS! Sorry about that, I just hate living out here! I totally deserve the big city life, not this loser hick town life. Anyway, I just got my eyebrow pierced. I'm thinking of having Violet get her eyebrow pierced or maybe a tattoo, or hey! maybe both! It could happen, eh?