Chapter one
There he was again, tugging my leg. I saw him shake his red hair out of his azure
eyes. As he looked sternly at his mother and said, "Mine." His mother's eyebrows
shot up. "Now Ronald you know better. I told you Violet has to go away." He shook
his head furiously, tears rolling down his cheeks. I didn't like that, I don't want
him to be sad. It made me sad too, and I too began to sob. I saw her look at her
husband, looking for a sloution. He came to us, smiling. "Well Ron, do you want
to go with Violet?" I saw Ron nod. "You'll be going to bed then." It didn't seem
to phase Ron at all, he extended his arms towards his father. His father took him in
in his arms. We were both carried upstairs, and placed into bed. As Mr. Weasley
flicked his wand a small ora of light went across the room leaving a luminous glow.
He kissed us both. "Goodnight you two, sweet dreams." And he left the room. Ron
turned on his side and scuttled towards me. His hand locked with mine, as we tried
to melt ourselves together. I felt his lips near the soft shell of my ear, and hot breath
entered it as he whispered,"Mine. My Violet." As we both drifted off to sleep.
I bolted upright in a cold sweat. I can hardly remember that dream, but I know
it's true, a fact. I guess I can remember a few things. I remember when I was two
after my mother died, or the person who I thought was my mother. And my
so-called father went off to defeat people. I'll tell you now before I go any further
I know I wak kidnapped, and I know who my biological parents are. James and Lily
Potter, I also found out that I have a twin brother named Harry. When I was about
a week old Peter Pettigrew stole me. It seems Voldemort's wife, Skye, baby had been
stillborn. It had been stressed to her that she wouldn't be able to have any more
children after that. Voldemort wanted at least one child to pass down his legacy to.
So they kidnapped me, and it goes without saying Voldemort didn't find out til later
who I really was. But to tell you the truth from the things I can remember, they
were good to me. But while a war was on against my "father," people came to search
the house for any Death Eaters. I saw a red-headed woman spot me, and was about
to reach for me. When a short man with a green bowler hat stuck his hand in her
way. "No, Molly she could be a Metamorphmagus." The woman snorted, "You're
out of your mind Cornelius." She tried to pick me up, but I pushed myself
backwards. "I want my mummy and daddy." It seemed I leaned back too far,
because a vase fell right on top of me. I screamed, and the woman took the moment
of my vulnerability to scoop me up in her arms. I sobbed in her neck as she took
care of my wounds. She tried to soothe me, rocking back and forth. As she did I
caught a glimpse of our family portrait. My "mother" and "father" both holding
me, all of us beaming with glee. I reached for it. The red-haired woman saw it, and
gave it to me. "Mummy and daddy." I hugged it to my chest. The woman turned to
all the people, "We could keep her til the Ministry finds a safe placement for her."
The man I suspected was her husband looked up, maybe to protest, but he saw
The determined look on his wife's face and merely nodded. A skinny woman with
purple hair went upstairs to pack my things. As we were flying to our separate
destinations I saw a house that was at least several stories high. When we reached
the ground, the woman picked me up. "This is our home, it's called The Burrow."
I hadn't talked for hours, but finally I felt that I could find words. "What are
your names?" The woman smiled,"The Weasleys, we have plenty of children that
you can play with, and one on the way." It was then that I finally noticed the bulge
beneath her dress. We walked inside, and I saw eight chairs around the dining room
table, pots and pans being scrubbed magically, a clock with a bunch of pictures on
them. Majority of them said, "in bed." Dozens of children pictures on the walls. I
saw a middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa reading. "Thank you so much Ms.
Cukor." "No problem Molly they're little angels." They bid each other farewell as
Ms. Cukor left. "Sweetie do you have a name we can call you?" I nodded, "Violet."
"That's a very pretty name." I smiled, I couldn't help it, they seemed so nice.
"Where should she sleep Molly?" "I think it would be good if she roomed with
Ron," she said. Then she turned to me again. "You'll like Ron, he's your age. Let's
get you into some night clothes." We went up a dozen flights of stairs, when we
finally stopped at a door with a sign on it. As we entered I heard someone snoring,
and I saw a shadowed figure in bed. Mrs. Weasley helped me into my pink pajamas
with purple cuffs, and stars on them. She then laid me next to Ron, and kissed me
on the forehead. "Goodnight deary." She looked at us one more time before she
closed the door. I snuggled under the covers, and suddenly Ron turned over with his
arm going around my waist. But it wasn't scary or anything. Actually it was quite
nice, safe and secure, and I drifted off to sleep. As I am sure this is getting long I will
summarize it. For the next three years I stayed with the Weasleys, each one became
a part of me….Especially Ron. And even though I can't remember that well, I'm
sure they're still apart of me to this day. Maybe until the day I die.