Violet

By Jay Orin

Chapter 1-Animals and Children, Part 1

Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie
Which one is more human
There's a thought, now you decide- Savage Garden

You know the drill. I don't own Harry Potter. I wished I did, but I don't.

On with the story.

Harry's summer was becoming just a little brighter with Violet around. True, he had gotten into trouble a little more. However, the Dursleys were not getting off so lightly. Violet made sure to cry a lot whenever the Dursleys were around, causing them to become very agitated with her. They had decided to leave her alone except when she needed to be fed, or changed. Petunia had told Dudley that it was "just a phase." Vernon eyed Violet with distaste and suspicion.

First off, Vernon Dursley had wanted another boy, another son and heir. Second, he noticed that her stare was familiar. He remembered when "the Boy" had given him that same look as a baby. But that was impossible.

She couldn't be another freak like Harry.

Vernon Avery Dursley wouldn't stand for it.

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One morning, a terrible scream could be heard from Dudley's bedroom.

"MMMMUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Petunia and Vernon were up the stairs in a flash, to see Dudley with very blue hair, holding Violet, who was giggling. Harry was at the far corner of the room, a mixture of anger and shock on his face.

"What happened, Diddy Duddums?"

"I was shaking the baby to make it stop crying, and suddenly, my hair turned blue!"

Everyone looked at the baby that was laughing and cooing in her crib.

Harry knew that they would lose it if they thought, even for a second, that Violet might be a "freak" like him. They might even try to abuse her.

"I did it! It was an accident! I was trying to charm the window blue, and it bounced off! It was a school assignment!"

Whether it was the need to blame Harry for everything, the hope that their child was a normal baby, or just the fact that they were so dense that any excuse would do, they accepted it and yelled at Harry for being a clumsy good-for-nothing and left the room, except for Dudley.

"I don't care what they believe," growled Dudley. "You are a freak, just like Harry, and I hope they beat you to death when they find out."

Then the pig in the (now blue) wig stomped off.

Harry bent over the crib and looked at his cousin with sad eyes.

"What am I going to do with you? I will be off at Hogwarts in a few months, and then the Dursleys will know that I wasn't the one using magic."

Violet put her palm to Harry's cheek, as if to say, "It's alright."

A solitary tear streamed down Harry's face.