Chapter 15
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Chap 15
Well, it certainly looked as though things were definetely over for Violet and Eric. Eric woke up the next morning with an intense hangover and flashes of memories from the last night. From what he could recollect, he knew that he had kissed Hermione and broken Violet's heart. When he entered the common room, he was met with cool glares from all of Violet's friends, and she had a lot. He sighed and went back upstairs, laid down and stared at the wall, wondering just what in the hell he was supposed to do.
Meanwhile, Violet tried to stay very busy for the next couple of weeks. She spent almost entire days training, she doubled her efforts in her studies, even Potions, and wrote what some would consider novels to Remus daily. She couldn't tell him what had happened, because he didn't even know about Eric, but she wrote to him a lot to tell him she was having a bad time, missed him, and couldn't wait until Christmas. But, for some reason, he only replied twice, and they were rather brief short answers. For instance his latest:
Violet,
I'm sorry you're having a rough time. I wish I could make it better. Hang in there.
Love, Remus.
Violet suspected something was going on, but couldn't think of anything, so she just decided to write and ask if anything was wrong. It had been four days and she still didn't get a reply. Normally, Remus would reply in less than two days. It was two weeks since Eric kissed Hermione and Violet didn't know what she was going to do. She wasn't angry anymore, but she was still hurting. She really wanted Eric back again, but she was terrified of being hurt again. Luckily, Christmas was coming up, so she had something to look foreward to.
On December 10, Violet finally got a reply from Remus. She eagerly ripped it open, only to be sadly disappointed by:
Dear Vi,
Nothing is wrong. I'm just stressed right now. I can't wait until Christmas.
Love you, Rem
"AAAARRGGGH!" Violet screamed in frustration, throwing the parchment on the table. "Sorry..." she muttered. She put a hand on her chin and thought about Remus for a little bit. She was worried about him. Well, she would have to figure something out, but right now, she had to go to Potions... urgh.
To make matters worse, Snape had that evil look on his face now. Turns out, he was going to make them concoct an Energy boosting Potion. He made them work alone, and as always, Malfoy did his best to knock Violet's goblet over. Finally, while Snape had his back turned, Violet grabbed Malfoy's arm, twisted it behind his back, and put him in a headlock. "Listen, you little asshole." She hissed. "I have had about all I can take from you. If you don't leave me the fuck alone, I'll kick your ass again." With that, she released him, shoving him away from her.
He shot her a hideous look, before stomping to his table and brewing his potion.
Violet added all the ingredients, stirred absentmindedly, and let it brew. She spent the rest of the class staring off at Eric, until he would look at her, then she would pretend to concentrate on her potion.
Finally, Snape spoke up. "All right. You should all be done brewing your potions. Now, who wants to test their potion? Oh, no one?" An unpleasant smile flitted across his face. "Miss Potter, come up here and demonstrate to me your potion."
Violet sighed, and carried her potion to the front of the class. "Would you like me to drink it, sir?" she said innocently. "Or would you like to?"
"You can drink it, Potter." He glared.
Violet sent him an equally hard look, before gulping down her potion. It took a minute, but suddenly, Violet felt incredibly sleepy and had an uncontrollable yawning fit. Snape looked at her in disgust, and thrust a beaker of his own Energy Boosting potion into her hand. "Well, drink it, you idiot!"
Violet chugged it down, and perked up a bit. But Snape wasn't done. "You are amazingly stupid, Potter. Apparantly you added leeches instead of earthworm intestines, and stirred clockwise instead of counterclockwise. Your precious *godfather*-" he lowered his voice. "-may be dead, but it seems to me you're channeling his spirit." The class gasped, and Hermione had to seize handfuls of Ron's robes as he leaped up. Violet stared at Snape in shock, disgust, and utmost loathing.
Suddenly, Violet flung the empty beaker at Snape with all her might. It hit him in the chest and shattered. "DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT SIRIUS LIKE THAT!"
"POTTER!" he shreiked, madder than ever. "HOW DARE YOU?! GO TO MY OFFICE THIS INSTANT!"
"Fuck you." she snarled, standing up now.
"Potter." He hissed in a very dangerous voice. "I'll tell you once more and once more only to go to my office. Go to my office or I will MAKE you."
Violet suddenly stormed in the direction of the door, her hand sweeping the tops of desks, knocking beakers, cauldrons, and books to the floor, creating a very loud ruckus.
She stomped down the hall to Snape's office and slammed the door so hard it knocked several jars of some kind of green slime to the floor. It ate a few holes in the floor, and Violet was too angry at this point to care. She shoved the ugly chair in front of Snape's desk around so she could see the door. She didn't want him sneaking up on her.
Several moments in Snape's office made her realize just how much trouble she was in. She wasn't afraid of Snape, but she really didn't want to face Remus after this. She'd been in enough trouble this year. She put her head in a hand and sighed.
The minutes, though few, dragged on and on. Finally, the door opened, and there stood Snape, looking positively dangerous. Violet stood up, and walked over to him. As he was over a head taller than her, she was on eye level with his collar, but she didn't care. She stared up into his evil black eyes, daring him to say something.
"Sit down, Potter." When she didn't move, he gripped her shoulders and pushed her into the chair. "NOW."
"Take your fucking hands off me, you greaseball!" Violet spat. Surprisingly, he did, and stalked over to his desk, sitting down on the high backed chair behind it.
"I suppose you think that because you're the famous Violet Potter, you can do whatever you want, huh?" Snape's cold eyes bored into Violet's, but she refused to answer him, knowing full well he was just trying to provoke her. "Yes, I can see how your head's swollen in the last five years, Potter." When she still refused to speak, he kept on. "Just like your father. The famous Violet Potter. Completely full of herself just like her precious godfather."
"Don't you dare bring Sirius into this." Violet snapped.
"I don't recall you being the professor, and myself being the worthless student here, Potter."
"I'm warning you." Violet stood up.
"I'm not the one who killed my godfather, Potter." Snape's eyes glittered with malice. He would stop at nothing to provoke her into doing something stupid.
"SHUT UP!" she shreiked. "WHAT ABOUT ALL THE PEOPLE YOU KILLED, YOU FILTHY DEATH EATER?! What about them? Don't they count as murder?" She knew she'd hit below the belt then. Snape's face turned white, he looked sickened for a moment, and he couldn't get a single word out. "What's the matter, *Snivellus*? You can dish it out, but you can't take it, is that it?"
"Don't you ever," Snape hissed, grabbing her by her collar, and pulling her toward him, so her face was inches from his. "EVER talk about that again. You weren't alive, (great time, that) and you have no idea what I went through in the service the Dark Lord."
"How do I know you even left his service?" Violet said coldly, yanking out of his grasp. "I've never heard anyone other than a Death Eater call him the Dark Lord. For all I know, you're still out murdering, kissing some filthy snake's feet, praying to God he doesn't kill you on the spot!"
Snape looked as though he would like nothing more than to slap Violet senseless, but he fought it, instead slamming his fist onto the table.
"I've warned you, Potter. If you ever speak about the hell I endured in his service, you will truly regret it. You're facing suspension for numerous reasons as it is, Potter."
"Oh, you're breaking my heart now." Violet smirked sarcastically. "You think I give a damn about what you went through? You don't give a damn what I went through, so why should I care?"
"Compared to my life, yours is perfect, Potter." Snape looked fit to kill now, white and trembling with rage.
Violet burst out laughing. "Are you kidding me?" She suddenly screamed, "HUH?! Nothing you went through can even begin to compare with my life! Your life sucked because your parents had a sucky relationship, you were an asshole in school, and you decided to join Voldemort! And who's fault was that? No one's but yours!" She looked desparately at him. "I'm sorry for the way Sirius and my dad treated you in school! Yes! I am and if I could take it back, I would. But I can't! And because you had a bad childhood, you make other people's lives miserable! None of my problems were my fault! It was assholes like you who ruined my life! YOUR 'master' killed my parents! YOU stopped teaching me Occlumency, knowing full well what could happen. And you saw what happened. Because of you, Sirius is dead!"
Something flickered in Snape's eyes as he saw Violet standing there, her fists clenched, her face red, and trembling with rage. She had gone too far. Well, two could play at that game, and he was much better at it.
"Oh, I'm responsible, am I?" he said quietly. "What about a certain girl who thinks she has to play hero all the time?"
"Shut up." Violet said, her eyes filling with tears and her voice shaking.
"You know, perhaps if you didn't think you were the one who could save everyone--"
"Shut up!"
He continued, even louder. "--then you could have used your common sense, and known that there was no way your precious godfather--"
"SHUT UP!"
"--would have been stupid enough to leave Grimmauld Place and get captured."
"I'm warning you." Violet's eyes were brimful with tears of hurt and rage.
"I admit, Black had brains, no matter how big of an ass he was. Only someone as hotheaded and lacking all common sense like him would get himself thrown in Azkaban, escape, and later, be killed at the hands of his own goddaughter--"
Violet didn't know what she was doing, or that she was doing it. But the next thing she knew, she leaped over Snape's desk and tackled Snape to the ground, knocking the chair over and shattering numerous bottles of potions. She didn't mean to keep hitting him, but by the time she stopped, her arm was stiff and sore, her knuckles were broken and bleeding, and Snape's face was a bloody mess. It was then, that she was aware of what she'd done.
"Oh my God..." she gasped, leaping up. Snape didn't reach for his wand or go to hit her, he just sat up, looking at her through a swollen eye. Violet's breath grew raspy, blood was pounding in her ears, her sight grew dim, and suddenly, her knees buckled, and she knew no more.***
The next thing she knew, she was in the hospital wing. Early morning sunlight was streaming into the room, and it hurt her eyes. Her arm hurt, she felt weak, and her knuckles were bandaged. She dimly wondered why her knuckles were bandaged and it all came back to her. Her jumping on Snape yesterday. She started to shake. She was in so much trouble. She might as well have packed up her stuff and gone home instead. What would Remus say? He'd be madder than anything, or worse, hurt.
The next thing she could think to do was run. She actually got up out of bed, staggered over to the door and opened it. There were Dumbledore, Snape, and to her horror, Remus. She leaped backwards toward the bed.
Dumbledore spoke first. "Violet, you may want to sit back down. We feel there is something we need to discuss with you."
"You don't need to." Violet said miserably. "I'll just go get my stuff." She stood up and headed for the door
"I don't think there's any need for that, Violet." Remus said, putting a restraintive hand on her shoulder. Violet looked up and studied his face. He didn't look angry or hurt. He just looked tired, defeated, and extremely stressed. "Sit back down."
Violet wanted to run out, but when she saw the seriousness on his face, instead she humored him and sat down. "How did I get in here?"
"Professor Snape," Dumbledore nodded in his direction. "conjured a stretcher and took you to the hospital after you attacked him, Miss Potter. Which is why we need to talk to you."
The knot in Violet's stomach grew tighter and she thought, here it comes. The expulsion.
"While there was no excuse for what you did, and you will be punished, it is admitted that Professor Snape was wrong."
Violet looked up suddenly. "You mean you actually told them the truth?" She looked at Snape, who's face had been healed and the only difference was a small cut under his eye.
"Yes, Potter, I did." He looked annoyed. "I'm not that low."
"I have arranged a deal with the two of you, Violet." Dumbledore said. "Professor Snape has agreed that it was wrong of him to say those things. BUT, it was wrong of you to hit him. Now, while I will have to suspend you until after Christmas vacation, I don't think it fair to expel you. I will allow you to come back to Hogwarts only if the two of you apologize to each other."
It was immensely difficult, but Violet needed to be able to come back to school, so she swallowed her pride. "I'm sorry for attacking you, Professor Snape. And for calling you a greaseball and a filthy Death Eater." Dumbledore and Remus exchanged raised eyebrows.
"And I, in turn, Potter," Snape swallowed. This was hard for him as well. "Apologize for insulting Black."
Dumbledore spoke up. "Now shake hands."
They both looked as though they would soon as cut off their hands, but they gripped hands tightly, as though trying to cut the other's circulation off, and shook once. They let go after about half a second.
Remus put a hand on Violet's shoulder. "Go get your stuff. You're coming home."
Somehow, those words gave Violet more comfort than she could imagine, and she nodded, heading towards Gryffindor Tower. On the way across the Common Room, who should she crash into but--
"Eric!" she gasped. In fact, she had crashed into him so hard she was now in his arms.
"Violet..." he said quietly. "Can I talk to you?"
"I really don't have time, Eric." Violet said apologetically. "I've got a lot on my mind. I assume you heard what I did?"
"I, er, heard a rumor." She looked up, and he was smiling. "Look, it'll only take a second. Please?"
Violet felt kind of trapped, but the pleading in his eyes was enough. "All right." she sighed, and sat down by the fireplace on the rug. Eric sat across from her.
"Firstoff, I want to apologize for getting drunk in the first place, because that started it. I knew what I was getting myself into, and I didn't care. I just wanted to have fun. I also want to apologize for actually kissing Hermione. She's my friend and I like her, but only as a friend. You're the only one I'm attracted to, Violet. These last few weeks have been hell because you weren't around."
"And the same goes for me." Violet whispered, and touched his face. "I miss you too." Then, she pulled him to her and kissed him, at first gentle and sweet, then passionate and rough. She had one arm wrapped around his waist, and the other hand was clutching his. They sat there, almost lying on top of each other, before Violet pulled back. "I've got to go."
"Why?" Eric looked wounded.
"I'm suspended, remember." She grinned, and ran up the stairs to the girl's dorm. She packed everything up, and lugged it downstairs. Finally, she thought to grab her wand and levitate it all. She crossed the room to the fireplace, hugged Eric tightly, and said, "I'll miss you."
"I can't wait until after Christmas." Eric said warmly, kissing her cheek. Violet finally pulled away with a grin, and disappeared out of the portrait hole.
Outside Dumbledore's office, she could hear all three men having an intense argument. Naturally, she pressed her ear to the door to eavesdrop.
"Lupin, who do you think you're kidding?" Snapped guess who. "Though I can't stand her, Potter's not stupid. She'll figure it out soon enough. And the response will be worse than if you told her yourself, Lupin."
"How in the hell am I supposed to tell her, Snape?!" Remus snapped. "She's finally started to get on with her life now. I can't upset her worse than she is now!"
"Courageous Gryffindor..." Snape spat. "Afraid to tell the closest thing you can ever have to a daughter the truth, eh, Lupin?"
"You shut up." Remus sounded mad now. "Keep out of it."
"Remus," Dumbledore spoke up. "Severus is right. You're going to have to tell her sooner or later, and if you don't, she'll just find out on her own, and like Severus said, she'll react worse than if you'd told her."
Suddenly, the door, apparantly not all the way shut, swung open and Violet tumbled into Dumbledore's office, her trunk falling to the ground with a thud. "Hi." she squeaked.
"Let's go." Remus said shortly, helping her up, eager to change the subject. He pulled out his own wand, levitated her trunk, and led her out the front doors.
The snow that had just fallen yesterday was stiff and slippery. Violet fell hard once, and Remus sighed, helping her up.
"Ow." Violet said, disgruntled. She finally, grabbed Remus's arm as they grew closer to the Hogwarts Express, which Dumbledore had specially requested for Remus to take her home. Something told Violet she was in a lot of trouble with Remus. And sure enough, when they got on the train, he let her have it.
"What a great way to start the Christmas holidays, Violet!" He exploded. "Yeah, I think I'll beat up a professor! YOU'RE LUCKY YOU WEREN'T EXPELLED!" he shouted, now standing over Violet, who was hunched up and had drawn her knees up to her chest and staring away from him. "What is your problem?! I've told you time and again to learn to control yourself, Violet! You're grounded for the whole holiday, Violet!"
"Are you done?" she finally spoke. "Because I've gotten plenty of crap from everyone else, you might as well get it all out."
Remus was struck dumb at Violet's attitude. "Violet, what's going on?" he demanded.
"Just forget it." Violet stared sullenly out the window. "You wouldn't understand."
"Oh, I wouldn't understand?!" Remus said, angrily. "How can I when you won't talk to me?"
"For what? So you can judge, yell, and scream? Well, tough. I screwed up, I know. I'm stupid, okay?"
Remus forced her face upward so she was staring him in the face. "NO. I do NOT want to hear that from you. You are NOT stupid and everyone knows it." He released her face and his voice grew slightly softer now. "What's wrong? Why are you doing this? Why did you attack Snape yesterday?"
She avoided his eyes, concentrating instead on not crying.
"Violet..." he put a hand on her shoulder. "Talk to me, love."
"I'm just having a rough time, is all." she bit her lip, knowing full well she couldn't tell Remus about Eric. "I've been under a lot of stress... and what with Christmas coming, I just miss Sirius. And when Snape insulted him, I cracked. It was too much. Before I knew what happened, his face was a bloody mess and I'd broken my knuckles. I'm really sorry, Remus. After all you told me about controlling myself, less than two months later, I beat up Snape!"
Remus hated seeing Violet upset, and he felt all of his anger slip away in spite of him. "Violet... I'm not angry with you anymore, love. Just... I'll figure something out when we get home." He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, and stared out the window for the rest of the trip.***
Are you happy? I made Violet and Eric get back together! Something totally big and insane to totally change the story and our character's lives is going to happen next chapter! Bye
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Chap 15
Well, it certainly looked as though things were definetely over for Violet and Eric. Eric woke up the next morning with an intense hangover and flashes of memories from the last night. From what he could recollect, he knew that he had kissed Hermione and broken Violet's heart. When he entered the common room, he was met with cool glares from all of Violet's friends, and she had a lot. He sighed and went back upstairs, laid down and stared at the wall, wondering just what in the hell he was supposed to do.
Meanwhile, Violet tried to stay very busy for the next couple of weeks. She spent almost entire days training, she doubled her efforts in her studies, even Potions, and wrote what some would consider novels to Remus daily. She couldn't tell him what had happened, because he didn't even know about Eric, but she wrote to him a lot to tell him she was having a bad time, missed him, and couldn't wait until Christmas. But, for some reason, he only replied twice, and they were rather brief short answers. For instance his latest:
Violet,
I'm sorry you're having a rough time. I wish I could make it better. Hang in there.
Love, Remus.
Violet suspected something was going on, but couldn't think of anything, so she just decided to write and ask if anything was wrong. It had been four days and she still didn't get a reply. Normally, Remus would reply in less than two days. It was two weeks since Eric kissed Hermione and Violet didn't know what she was going to do. She wasn't angry anymore, but she was still hurting. She really wanted Eric back again, but she was terrified of being hurt again. Luckily, Christmas was coming up, so she had something to look foreward to.
On December 10, Violet finally got a reply from Remus. She eagerly ripped it open, only to be sadly disappointed by:
Dear Vi,
Nothing is wrong. I'm just stressed right now. I can't wait until Christmas.
Love you, Rem
"AAAARRGGGH!" Violet screamed in frustration, throwing the parchment on the table. "Sorry..." she muttered. She put a hand on her chin and thought about Remus for a little bit. She was worried about him. Well, she would have to figure something out, but right now, she had to go to Potions... urgh.
To make matters worse, Snape had that evil look on his face now. Turns out, he was going to make them concoct an Energy boosting Potion. He made them work alone, and as always, Malfoy did his best to knock Violet's goblet over. Finally, while Snape had his back turned, Violet grabbed Malfoy's arm, twisted it behind his back, and put him in a headlock. "Listen, you little asshole." She hissed. "I have had about all I can take from you. If you don't leave me the fuck alone, I'll kick your ass again." With that, she released him, shoving him away from her.
He shot her a hideous look, before stomping to his table and brewing his potion.
Violet added all the ingredients, stirred absentmindedly, and let it brew. She spent the rest of the class staring off at Eric, until he would look at her, then she would pretend to concentrate on her potion.
Finally, Snape spoke up. "All right. You should all be done brewing your potions. Now, who wants to test their potion? Oh, no one?" An unpleasant smile flitted across his face. "Miss Potter, come up here and demonstrate to me your potion."
Violet sighed, and carried her potion to the front of the class. "Would you like me to drink it, sir?" she said innocently. "Or would you like to?"
"You can drink it, Potter." He glared.
Violet sent him an equally hard look, before gulping down her potion. It took a minute, but suddenly, Violet felt incredibly sleepy and had an uncontrollable yawning fit. Snape looked at her in disgust, and thrust a beaker of his own Energy Boosting potion into her hand. "Well, drink it, you idiot!"
Violet chugged it down, and perked up a bit. But Snape wasn't done. "You are amazingly stupid, Potter. Apparantly you added leeches instead of earthworm intestines, and stirred clockwise instead of counterclockwise. Your precious *godfather*-" he lowered his voice. "-may be dead, but it seems to me you're channeling his spirit." The class gasped, and Hermione had to seize handfuls of Ron's robes as he leaped up. Violet stared at Snape in shock, disgust, and utmost loathing.
Suddenly, Violet flung the empty beaker at Snape with all her might. It hit him in the chest and shattered. "DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT SIRIUS LIKE THAT!"
"POTTER!" he shreiked, madder than ever. "HOW DARE YOU?! GO TO MY OFFICE THIS INSTANT!"
"Fuck you." she snarled, standing up now.
"Potter." He hissed in a very dangerous voice. "I'll tell you once more and once more only to go to my office. Go to my office or I will MAKE you."
Violet suddenly stormed in the direction of the door, her hand sweeping the tops of desks, knocking beakers, cauldrons, and books to the floor, creating a very loud ruckus.
She stomped down the hall to Snape's office and slammed the door so hard it knocked several jars of some kind of green slime to the floor. It ate a few holes in the floor, and Violet was too angry at this point to care. She shoved the ugly chair in front of Snape's desk around so she could see the door. She didn't want him sneaking up on her.
Several moments in Snape's office made her realize just how much trouble she was in. She wasn't afraid of Snape, but she really didn't want to face Remus after this. She'd been in enough trouble this year. She put her head in a hand and sighed.
The minutes, though few, dragged on and on. Finally, the door opened, and there stood Snape, looking positively dangerous. Violet stood up, and walked over to him. As he was over a head taller than her, she was on eye level with his collar, but she didn't care. She stared up into his evil black eyes, daring him to say something.
"Sit down, Potter." When she didn't move, he gripped her shoulders and pushed her into the chair. "NOW."
"Take your fucking hands off me, you greaseball!" Violet spat. Surprisingly, he did, and stalked over to his desk, sitting down on the high backed chair behind it.
"I suppose you think that because you're the famous Violet Potter, you can do whatever you want, huh?" Snape's cold eyes bored into Violet's, but she refused to answer him, knowing full well he was just trying to provoke her. "Yes, I can see how your head's swollen in the last five years, Potter." When she still refused to speak, he kept on. "Just like your father. The famous Violet Potter. Completely full of herself just like her precious godfather."
"Don't you dare bring Sirius into this." Violet snapped.
"I don't recall you being the professor, and myself being the worthless student here, Potter."
"I'm warning you." Violet stood up.
"I'm not the one who killed my godfather, Potter." Snape's eyes glittered with malice. He would stop at nothing to provoke her into doing something stupid.
"SHUT UP!" she shreiked. "WHAT ABOUT ALL THE PEOPLE YOU KILLED, YOU FILTHY DEATH EATER?! What about them? Don't they count as murder?" She knew she'd hit below the belt then. Snape's face turned white, he looked sickened for a moment, and he couldn't get a single word out. "What's the matter, *Snivellus*? You can dish it out, but you can't take it, is that it?"
"Don't you ever," Snape hissed, grabbing her by her collar, and pulling her toward him, so her face was inches from his. "EVER talk about that again. You weren't alive, (great time, that) and you have no idea what I went through in the service the Dark Lord."
"How do I know you even left his service?" Violet said coldly, yanking out of his grasp. "I've never heard anyone other than a Death Eater call him the Dark Lord. For all I know, you're still out murdering, kissing some filthy snake's feet, praying to God he doesn't kill you on the spot!"
Snape looked as though he would like nothing more than to slap Violet senseless, but he fought it, instead slamming his fist onto the table.
"I've warned you, Potter. If you ever speak about the hell I endured in his service, you will truly regret it. You're facing suspension for numerous reasons as it is, Potter."
"Oh, you're breaking my heart now." Violet smirked sarcastically. "You think I give a damn about what you went through? You don't give a damn what I went through, so why should I care?"
"Compared to my life, yours is perfect, Potter." Snape looked fit to kill now, white and trembling with rage.
Violet burst out laughing. "Are you kidding me?" She suddenly screamed, "HUH?! Nothing you went through can even begin to compare with my life! Your life sucked because your parents had a sucky relationship, you were an asshole in school, and you decided to join Voldemort! And who's fault was that? No one's but yours!" She looked desparately at him. "I'm sorry for the way Sirius and my dad treated you in school! Yes! I am and if I could take it back, I would. But I can't! And because you had a bad childhood, you make other people's lives miserable! None of my problems were my fault! It was assholes like you who ruined my life! YOUR 'master' killed my parents! YOU stopped teaching me Occlumency, knowing full well what could happen. And you saw what happened. Because of you, Sirius is dead!"
Something flickered in Snape's eyes as he saw Violet standing there, her fists clenched, her face red, and trembling with rage. She had gone too far. Well, two could play at that game, and he was much better at it.
"Oh, I'm responsible, am I?" he said quietly. "What about a certain girl who thinks she has to play hero all the time?"
"Shut up." Violet said, her eyes filling with tears and her voice shaking.
"You know, perhaps if you didn't think you were the one who could save everyone--"
"Shut up!"
He continued, even louder. "--then you could have used your common sense, and known that there was no way your precious godfather--"
"SHUT UP!"
"--would have been stupid enough to leave Grimmauld Place and get captured."
"I'm warning you." Violet's eyes were brimful with tears of hurt and rage.
"I admit, Black had brains, no matter how big of an ass he was. Only someone as hotheaded and lacking all common sense like him would get himself thrown in Azkaban, escape, and later, be killed at the hands of his own goddaughter--"
Violet didn't know what she was doing, or that she was doing it. But the next thing she knew, she leaped over Snape's desk and tackled Snape to the ground, knocking the chair over and shattering numerous bottles of potions. She didn't mean to keep hitting him, but by the time she stopped, her arm was stiff and sore, her knuckles were broken and bleeding, and Snape's face was a bloody mess. It was then, that she was aware of what she'd done.
"Oh my God..." she gasped, leaping up. Snape didn't reach for his wand or go to hit her, he just sat up, looking at her through a swollen eye. Violet's breath grew raspy, blood was pounding in her ears, her sight grew dim, and suddenly, her knees buckled, and she knew no more.***
The next thing she knew, she was in the hospital wing. Early morning sunlight was streaming into the room, and it hurt her eyes. Her arm hurt, she felt weak, and her knuckles were bandaged. She dimly wondered why her knuckles were bandaged and it all came back to her. Her jumping on Snape yesterday. She started to shake. She was in so much trouble. She might as well have packed up her stuff and gone home instead. What would Remus say? He'd be madder than anything, or worse, hurt.
The next thing she could think to do was run. She actually got up out of bed, staggered over to the door and opened it. There were Dumbledore, Snape, and to her horror, Remus. She leaped backwards toward the bed.
Dumbledore spoke first. "Violet, you may want to sit back down. We feel there is something we need to discuss with you."
"You don't need to." Violet said miserably. "I'll just go get my stuff." She stood up and headed for the door
"I don't think there's any need for that, Violet." Remus said, putting a restraintive hand on her shoulder. Violet looked up and studied his face. He didn't look angry or hurt. He just looked tired, defeated, and extremely stressed. "Sit back down."
Violet wanted to run out, but when she saw the seriousness on his face, instead she humored him and sat down. "How did I get in here?"
"Professor Snape," Dumbledore nodded in his direction. "conjured a stretcher and took you to the hospital after you attacked him, Miss Potter. Which is why we need to talk to you."
The knot in Violet's stomach grew tighter and she thought, here it comes. The expulsion.
"While there was no excuse for what you did, and you will be punished, it is admitted that Professor Snape was wrong."
Violet looked up suddenly. "You mean you actually told them the truth?" She looked at Snape, who's face had been healed and the only difference was a small cut under his eye.
"Yes, Potter, I did." He looked annoyed. "I'm not that low."
"I have arranged a deal with the two of you, Violet." Dumbledore said. "Professor Snape has agreed that it was wrong of him to say those things. BUT, it was wrong of you to hit him. Now, while I will have to suspend you until after Christmas vacation, I don't think it fair to expel you. I will allow you to come back to Hogwarts only if the two of you apologize to each other."
It was immensely difficult, but Violet needed to be able to come back to school, so she swallowed her pride. "I'm sorry for attacking you, Professor Snape. And for calling you a greaseball and a filthy Death Eater." Dumbledore and Remus exchanged raised eyebrows.
"And I, in turn, Potter," Snape swallowed. This was hard for him as well. "Apologize for insulting Black."
Dumbledore spoke up. "Now shake hands."
They both looked as though they would soon as cut off their hands, but they gripped hands tightly, as though trying to cut the other's circulation off, and shook once. They let go after about half a second.
Remus put a hand on Violet's shoulder. "Go get your stuff. You're coming home."
Somehow, those words gave Violet more comfort than she could imagine, and she nodded, heading towards Gryffindor Tower. On the way across the Common Room, who should she crash into but--
"Eric!" she gasped. In fact, she had crashed into him so hard she was now in his arms.
"Violet..." he said quietly. "Can I talk to you?"
"I really don't have time, Eric." Violet said apologetically. "I've got a lot on my mind. I assume you heard what I did?"
"I, er, heard a rumor." She looked up, and he was smiling. "Look, it'll only take a second. Please?"
Violet felt kind of trapped, but the pleading in his eyes was enough. "All right." she sighed, and sat down by the fireplace on the rug. Eric sat across from her.
"Firstoff, I want to apologize for getting drunk in the first place, because that started it. I knew what I was getting myself into, and I didn't care. I just wanted to have fun. I also want to apologize for actually kissing Hermione. She's my friend and I like her, but only as a friend. You're the only one I'm attracted to, Violet. These last few weeks have been hell because you weren't around."
"And the same goes for me." Violet whispered, and touched his face. "I miss you too." Then, she pulled him to her and kissed him, at first gentle and sweet, then passionate and rough. She had one arm wrapped around his waist, and the other hand was clutching his. They sat there, almost lying on top of each other, before Violet pulled back. "I've got to go."
"Why?" Eric looked wounded.
"I'm suspended, remember." She grinned, and ran up the stairs to the girl's dorm. She packed everything up, and lugged it downstairs. Finally, she thought to grab her wand and levitate it all. She crossed the room to the fireplace, hugged Eric tightly, and said, "I'll miss you."
"I can't wait until after Christmas." Eric said warmly, kissing her cheek. Violet finally pulled away with a grin, and disappeared out of the portrait hole.
Outside Dumbledore's office, she could hear all three men having an intense argument. Naturally, she pressed her ear to the door to eavesdrop.
"Lupin, who do you think you're kidding?" Snapped guess who. "Though I can't stand her, Potter's not stupid. She'll figure it out soon enough. And the response will be worse than if you told her yourself, Lupin."
"How in the hell am I supposed to tell her, Snape?!" Remus snapped. "She's finally started to get on with her life now. I can't upset her worse than she is now!"
"Courageous Gryffindor..." Snape spat. "Afraid to tell the closest thing you can ever have to a daughter the truth, eh, Lupin?"
"You shut up." Remus sounded mad now. "Keep out of it."
"Remus," Dumbledore spoke up. "Severus is right. You're going to have to tell her sooner or later, and if you don't, she'll just find out on her own, and like Severus said, she'll react worse than if you'd told her."
Suddenly, the door, apparantly not all the way shut, swung open and Violet tumbled into Dumbledore's office, her trunk falling to the ground with a thud. "Hi." she squeaked.
"Let's go." Remus said shortly, helping her up, eager to change the subject. He pulled out his own wand, levitated her trunk, and led her out the front doors.
The snow that had just fallen yesterday was stiff and slippery. Violet fell hard once, and Remus sighed, helping her up.
"Ow." Violet said, disgruntled. She finally, grabbed Remus's arm as they grew closer to the Hogwarts Express, which Dumbledore had specially requested for Remus to take her home. Something told Violet she was in a lot of trouble with Remus. And sure enough, when they got on the train, he let her have it.
"What a great way to start the Christmas holidays, Violet!" He exploded. "Yeah, I think I'll beat up a professor! YOU'RE LUCKY YOU WEREN'T EXPELLED!" he shouted, now standing over Violet, who was hunched up and had drawn her knees up to her chest and staring away from him. "What is your problem?! I've told you time and again to learn to control yourself, Violet! You're grounded for the whole holiday, Violet!"
"Are you done?" she finally spoke. "Because I've gotten plenty of crap from everyone else, you might as well get it all out."
Remus was struck dumb at Violet's attitude. "Violet, what's going on?" he demanded.
"Just forget it." Violet stared sullenly out the window. "You wouldn't understand."
"Oh, I wouldn't understand?!" Remus said, angrily. "How can I when you won't talk to me?"
"For what? So you can judge, yell, and scream? Well, tough. I screwed up, I know. I'm stupid, okay?"
Remus forced her face upward so she was staring him in the face. "NO. I do NOT want to hear that from you. You are NOT stupid and everyone knows it." He released her face and his voice grew slightly softer now. "What's wrong? Why are you doing this? Why did you attack Snape yesterday?"
She avoided his eyes, concentrating instead on not crying.
"Violet..." he put a hand on her shoulder. "Talk to me, love."
"I'm just having a rough time, is all." she bit her lip, knowing full well she couldn't tell Remus about Eric. "I've been under a lot of stress... and what with Christmas coming, I just miss Sirius. And when Snape insulted him, I cracked. It was too much. Before I knew what happened, his face was a bloody mess and I'd broken my knuckles. I'm really sorry, Remus. After all you told me about controlling myself, less than two months later, I beat up Snape!"
Remus hated seeing Violet upset, and he felt all of his anger slip away in spite of him. "Violet... I'm not angry with you anymore, love. Just... I'll figure something out when we get home." He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, and stared out the window for the rest of the trip.***
Are you happy? I made Violet and Eric get back together! Something totally big and insane to totally change the story and our character's lives is going to happen next chapter! Bye