I disclaim for the first chapter, the last chapter and all the chapters to come.

"Hufflepuff! Yeah, right. Seriously what house are all you smarty pants in?" Pansy asked.

Violet's face showed her outrage at the idea of Hufflepuff not being 'smarty pants.'

"What's that supposed to mean!" she asked Pansy, stepping up to the girl.
"You're Hufflepuff! You never do anything! You're not that smart, you can't play Quidditch! You're just a bunch of-"
"Pansies?" Violet cut the girl off, enjoying the arguement.

"Ohohohoho, I didn't think you had it in you, Violet. This is just surpring since the last Hufflepuff who did anything thing right was Cedric Diggory and..." Pansy stopped right there, quite a few Hufflepuffs had started listening and she figured it'd be a bad idea to talk about the guy.

"Oh, I get it," Violet started, her tone sharp and her eyes narrowed, "you think if Hufflepuff does anything, we'll end up dead, fright?"

"Uhhh..."
"Lemme guess, we're just a bunch of pushovers, don't you?"

"Well..."

"Apparently everyone believes that, judging by the way that I'm being stared at. Well, guess what. We're all done being the pushover house. You, your house, and everyone else is about to find out what happens when you push Hufflepuff too far." Violet stormed off after she was done hissing at a rather shocked Pansy.

The rest of her house followed, many shooting dirty looks at the people who were staring.

"I'll bet you five galleons that's as far as they're going to go." Pansy mumbled over to Hermione.

"No deal." Hermione replied, also believing that there was no way Hufflepuff would do anything.

The hall went back to their meals, eating as usual.
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"You better get your house in line, Sprout." Snape remarked to his fellow professor, enjoying the idea of his Hufflepuff students trying to do anything in retaliation.
"I don't think I will, Snape." Sprout replied, "They're all very patient and hardworking, but when it gets right down to it, they've been known to...well, they can be a bit dangerous."

The rest of the professors laughed at this, not noticing how serious Sprout was being.

"I think it'll be interesting to see what they're capable of, actually." Dumbledore said thoughtfully.

"Well, not much with all these rules keeping them from being able to do what I'm pretty sure most of them have planned." Sprout volunteered. She had seen how so many of them had elaborate plans that they had patiently made, only to see that if they got caught they would be expelled.

"Well then! I say that we give Hufflepuff a bit of freedom, then. They won't lose house points for anything, within reason. No detentions, or anything. Make it official, Headmaster?" McGonagall was too interested to see what her students were capable of to think about the consequences.

"Since you all seem so adament about this, I dare say I approve." Dumbledore agreed. He did think of the consequences of what he had just agreed to, but he would much rather deal with those than miss out on the show Hufflepuff would give..
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Back in the Hufflepuff common room, tempers were flairing.

"I'm so mad I could just-I could just-"

"What, Ernie? Act out one of the plans! C'mon, the one with Whomping Willow is a stroke of genius, and you could do it!" Violet encouraged.

"But, what if I got caught?" he thought. That was the trouble with Hufflepuff, they planned ahead.

"Then you'd be a legend.We'd all be legends! And finally, we'd get some respect."

"Vi, you're crazy. And your eyes are all dreamy." Ernie stubbornly told her. He always was stubborn.

"No, I'm peeved. I'm going to go to the library and throw books for awhile." she decided.

"Was she serious?" a small first year girl who had been watching the whole conversation asked.

"I believe so..." Ernie mumbled as he watched her go.

Violet's housemates didn't know much about her, but they knew quite a bit more than anyone else in the school. They all knew that her only friends were in the same house with her, but that was because that's how it was for all of Hufflepuff. They knew that she was easily excited and compared to the rest of them, not too patient at times. The one thing that the other houses would have known about her if they had ever bothered to pay any attention was that the girl has a mouth on her. A rather fiesty one at that, which she rarely used.

Violet mumbled rather angrily to herself about "all the damn gits and their damn git-ness"as she made her way to the library and then a ways in, out of the view of Madame Pince, the librarian.

Violet stopped her ramblings and walking and looked around. There were books everywhere. And not just books, thick books. She got right down to business and started throwing as many of them as far as she could.

Until a loud "WHUMP!" sound told her to stop.

The loud sound, along with the person who's head making contact with the book did, anyways.

"Bitch!" the head screamed, and as it turned out, it was Pansy's head.
"Me! You're the one who got in the way of my book!" Violet retaliated.
"Are you crazy!"
"No, but you're ugly!"
"What the-! What are you talking about! Is this about the 'smarty pants' thing!"
"Ugly AND dense, eh!"
"You threw a book at me and now you're calling me dense!"

"Well, obviously! Gah, I knew you were dense, but still!"
"Do you want me to hit you!"
"I'd like to see you try!"

And Pansy did try. Try and succeed. She hit Violet in the nose, which immediately started gushing blood.

Violet being the weirdo that she is, started giggling. And then slapped Pansy so hard her lip split.
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Within seconds the two had a full on girl fight going. It was rather vicious, seeing as both girls have tempers that are startlingly short at times.

It took two minutes before the librarian made her way down to the fight scene, and by then quite a bit of damage had been done. There was blood splattered at random places from the many slaps, and Pansy was sure she had lost a tooth.

It took several spells to get the pair to the Great Hall, and Madame Pince was less than pleased. By the time the three of them were through the doors dinner was in full swing and most of Hufflepuff had joined the Great Hall.

"These two were fighting in the library!" Pince screeched in anger as she came in, dragging the girls.
"And who might these two be?" Dumbledore calmly asked, not able to see the faces.

"This one's Parkinson," Pince barked, forcing Pansy to face the professor table, "and I haven't got a bloody clue who this is." she barked again, this time forcing Violet.

"Violet Hayes, pleasure to meet you." Violet said to the very angered librarian, keeping her tone nice as if they really were meeting for the first time under pleasant circumstances.

"I'm going back to work." Pince mumbled as she went back to the library.

"Fighting is unacceptable! Miss Parkinson, fifty points taken from Slytherin and two weeks detention!" McGonagall ordered.

"And you, Miss Hayes-" McGonagall started, but the sound of Sprout clear her throaght reminded her of the deal she had just made.

"And you Miss Hayes, what a poor example you're setting for younger Hufflepuffs!" at the name of her house, students all around the Great Hall dropped forks, spoons and knives to gasp.

A Hufflepuff? Fighting? How? Why?

"What would your mother say?" McGonagall continued.

"I dunno, probably something along the lines of 'why did you bury me alive?' instead of bothering with this." Violet answered, shrugging as if this were a normal thing to say.

The Great Hall went silent.

"Oh, gods, your mother has...passed on?" McGonagall said into her hands.

"Well, yes and maybe. It's complicated." Violet sort of explained.

"Dear, why don't you get something to eat? How about rice?" Sprout volunteered. Sprout always encouraged her house to eat any organic food.

"Rice is good. I'm not very hungry, but I really could go for two thousand of something." Violet told her as she went to her table.

The Great Hall watched the strange girl none of them had really noticed before.

"And so it begins." Sprout commented to her fellow professors, grinning as she spoke.

A/N: Alright m'dears, scurry on and update. It'll be greatly appreciated.

And just a heads up, this story doesn't stay this...happy. Don't want people to get upset at me for not warning anyone.