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Prompt: Sister Act (#358)

October 1991

Violet raised the pastry to her nose and sniffed it, ignoring the look that Tracey was giving her. Though she and Tracey had become the best of friends, bonding over their love for sarcasm and books, Violet knew that some of her habits tended to puzzle her Irish friend. Sniffing almost everything she came across, and sifting through the belongings of others, merely being two of such habits.

"You are such a freak, Potter," Pansy Parkinson cackled, like the hag that she was.

"You're supposed to eat that, not inhale it through your nose," Daphne Greengrass, your typical beautiful, blue-eyed blonde tossed in snottily.

Violet merely ignored the girls. While none of the first years had realized that it was a good idea to bad-mouth Harry to Violet's face, they'd come to realize that where it came to insults towards herself, Violet was nowhere near as volatile.

"What is this?" Violet asked her auburn-haired friend, shoving her overly long and unruly bangs out of her eyes. Her hair now was just an inch short of skimming her shoulders.

Though most of Tracey's face was obscured by her large, black-rimmed glasses, she was extremely pretty. She had wavy hair in dark brown with highlights that were like red velvet. And behind her glasses were pale, greyish green eyes.

"It's a chocoball. They're really good, if you want to go into a diabetic coma. It's got this strawberry mousse and clotted cream on the inside," Tracey replied with her Irish lilt, shoving her overlarge glasses up her nose as she always had to.

Tracey was extremely smart which she said was because of her father. Her father was an Auror, which Violet now knew was a dark-wizard catcher. Her mother was a muggle-born and owned a flower shop. Tracey liked to say she got her work-ethic from her mother.

For her part, Violet was willfully lazy. Though she was by far best in Transfiguration and even showed a certain flare for Charms, all her teachers complained about the lack of effort put into her homework. Although, she was rather atrocious where Potions, Herbology and Astronomy were concerned.

Violet shrugged and placed the treat aside. She really didn't have much of a sweet tooth.

"How'd they get the pumpkins so big?" Violet asked, her gaze once more drawn to the High Table were there were some very large Pumpkins, some large enough that Violet could stand inside of one fully upright.

Not that Violet was tall. In fact, she and Harry were both extremely short and skinny for their age.

Tracey merely shrugged. "A bunch of ways. Growth potions, engorgement spells..."

Violet nodded, her gaze momentarily drifting away and falling on her Head of House who was scowling at her. Violet would have been shocked at this, as the Potions Master very oddly chose to ignore her existence most of the time even though she was especially disastrous in his class.

This was not the case where Harry was concerned. Violet could still recall their very first Potions class and how Snape began to pick on Harry the moment he came across him while calling roll.

"Ah yes, Harry Potter. Our new celebrity."

"It's not like he asked for our parents to be murdered," Violet snapped, arms crossed tightly over her small chest and glaring at Professor Snape whose eyes snapped to her across the room. For a moment, she saw something in his dark depths as the hate previously there flared out and something that made her heart clench, replaced it, though she didn't know what it was.

After that, Snape had gone about ignoring both Harry and herself, even though she earned herself a detention and she could still see the hate-filled glares he would send towards her brother.

"Do you think Snape's still mad at me for hitting Malfoy over the head with my telescope?" Violet asked Tracey as she turned her gaze away form the dour man.

She found Snape to be a very strange and puzzling adult. She couldn't think of anyone less fitted to being a teacher. His blatant favoritism aside, his teaching methods were ineffective as he terrorized most of the class.

The fact that he ignored her so completely was further puzzling, when considering that she was barely much better than Neville Longbottom at Potions. Granted she didn't blow up or melt so many cauldrons. Thus far there had been only the one minor explosion and that wasn't entirely her fault.

How was she supposed to know when she accidentally cut her finger while cutting her roots, that a drop of blood would fall into her potion and upset it so catastrophically?

His unreasonable hatred for Harry was something else that troubled her, even if he no longer said nasty comments to her brother in Potions. Is it just because he's in Gryffindor?

Violet wasn't sure if Snape hated her. Admittedly, Snape didn't seem to like anyone really. However, in her very first detention with him he'd merely set her to writing lines and almost every other detention she had with him was the same. Which didn't fit with all that she'd heard from other students about what detention with Snape were like. She knew that he could be really nasty and put a student to doing the foulest of things.

"Probably. I mean... Malfoy did have to go to the Hospital wing. You hit him with something made of brass," Tracey replied dryly with a shrug of her thin shoulders; though completely unconcerned for the blonde boy, Tracey didn't think it had been a wise decision on Violet's part.

"It wasn't a big deal. It's not like I gave him a concussion. It was just a small cut and head wounds are notorious for being real bleeders," Violet complained, before going on heatedly. "Besides he deserved it. That was a nasty trick he pulled on Harry... trying to get him expelled!"

"Well I think your method of handling it was very funny," Tracey replied, smirking slightly. Like Violet, Tracey was outcast from Slytherin for being a half-blood and not having a stupid prejudice against muggle-borns. Which Violet and Harry may as well have been. "I don't think I'll ever forget how he twirled around before falling on his face!"

"That was funny," Violet couldn't help but smile, picturing it herself.

There they were in their dimly lit, and eerily green common room. Draco standing in the center, being looked adoringly upon by the two goons and Pansy when Violet suddenly strode in and made a beeline for him. She couldn't quite remember anymore why she had her telescope in her hand, but as soon as she saw Draco all she could think was bash! Bash! Bash!

"But Malfoy is his favorite. You're lucky all you got was two weeks detention, especially if he only had you writing lines," Tracey commented. "And especially if Draco's dad is furious!"

Before Violet could say anything to this, the sound of Quirrel running and shouting stopped her.

"-Troll in the dungeons! Thought you ought to know," he said just as he reached the High table before falling over in a dead faint.

Almost immediately, screams broke out all over the hall as students everywhere jumped out of their seats. Violet watched in bewilderment, getting up slowly and grabbing onto Tracey who, though she had not screamed, had jumped out of her skin and was ready to race after the rest of the students.

"Are trolls really bad?" Violet asked Tracey with a frown on her small features, having to raise her voice significantly as she tried to maintain balance while people rushing past shoved her.

Before Tracey could respond, her eyes wide and her face extremely pale, purple sparks shot from the High Table as Dumbledore called for silence. As everyone stopped and turned to give him their attention, he advised Prefects to escort their houses to their dorms before telling the teachers to convene in the dungeons.

"Are we really going to go down to the dungeons... where the troll is?" Violet asked, thinking that was a stupid set of instructions for the Headmaster to give considering that Slytherin house was located in the dungeons. Where the troll supposedly was.

"Doubtful... maybe Snape's got better instructions?" Tracey stated nervously as they both allowed themselves to be herded by the Slytherin Prefects. However, they didn't get far. Just in the Entrance Hall, as other houses pushed past them, the Slytherins were creating an unmoving mass of students, at the head of which, it appeared that a few of their Prefects were arguing.

"We can't go to the Dungeons, bird for brains," Violet could just hear Gemma Farley snarling at a sixth year Prefect whose name Violet didn't know. "A troll is down there!"

"And I'm just saying we should wait for instructions from Professor Snape!" the Prefect girl with strawberry blonde hair snapped in turn.

"We can't wait here all night! We need to relocate somewhere we can secure and fast! The troll might not stay in the dungeons long!"

"I'm with Farley on this one. We can't just stand here," a prefect boy called from somewhere behind Violet and Tracey, where the two girls were standing, with Tracey clutching onto Violet's left arm.

"We're going to the library," a girl with platinum blonde hair stated, appearing out of nowhere, her tone firm and authoritative; there was a Head Girl badge on her chest.

And with that, they all started moving once more, heading up the stairs. However, they were just at the point of passing the third floor when Violet saw something strange. At another staircase, she could just make out a boy with red hair, trailing after whom she was sure was her brother.

Pausing in the middle of the stairs, her hand on the railing, she ignored the people shoving past her and Tracey's incessant tugging, and stared.

"What is he doing!" she wondered, suddenly feeling very annoyed at her twin, who was moving against the grain of the rest of his House.

While she and Harry were very different and she wouldn't call them close, she still loved and felt very protective of her brother. Though, ever since they started going to school they didn't get together very much and were even, possibly, drifting further apart.

"Vi, what are you doing! We are going to be left behind!" Tracey griped, tugging on Violet who merely shook her off and pointed towards where her brother was headed down a hall.

"LOOK!"

Following her friend's finger, Tracey pushed her glasses up her nose and stared at the two small figures, disappearing around a corner and watched in bewilderment as Violet hopped off the stairs and started to make her way towards the two figures.

"What are you doing?" Tracey called, hopping after her friend and catching her by the robes, trying to pull her back.

"To see what my brother is doing! He should be going to his house!"

"And we should be heading with our house to the library!"

Violet stopped trying to tug against her friend, who had dug her heels in the ground and was leaning back to keep Violet from moving forward. Turning around, she gave her friend an exasperated look.

"You don't have to come with me," Violet frowned.

Tracey shifted her feet uncomfortably. However, the sudden sounds of screams had them both jumping and clutching at each other, their little hearts hammering hard against their respective chests. "What was that?" Tracey asked breathlessly.

"I don't know, but it came from the direction my brother just went," Violet called before running towards the direction the screams and yells were coming from. It wasn't long before they were standing outside what appeared to be a girl's lavatory from which a cacophony of sounds was coming from.

"I don't think the troll is in the dungeons," Tracey gulped, staring with wide and frightened eyes at the loo before snapping towards Violet as she started to make her way towards the door. "What are you doing?" she asked sharply, grasping her friend's robes.

"My brother is in there! He could be hurt!" Violet stated, filling with fear and panic at the thought of her brother, the only family she loved and really had as she didn't count the Dusleys.

"You can't just go in there! Something could happen to you... we should go get a teacher!" Tracey stated to which Violet merely shoved her away, hard.

"Great idea. You go get one, meanwhile I'm going to see about my brother," she said as she dashed towards the bathroom, moving quickly so as not to be stopped again.

Tracey didn't follow behind this time, but as she came into the lavatory, Violet found she didn't care. Her heart was thundering so hard in her chest, that it drowned out any other sound as she stared at the mayhem before her.

A very large, green thing stood in the bathroom, holding her brother by the ankles and dangling him in mid-air while Ron Weasley stood a few feet before her, throwing chunks of wood from the destroyed stalls, at the monster.

"Harry!" Violet gasped at the sight of her brother hanging upside down as the large troll took repeated swings at her brother with a very large, wooden club, luckily missing her brother every time.

"Do something!" Harry called.

"What?" Ron Weasley asked as Violet wondered what the hell to do as she stood frozen, wracking her brain.

"Anything!" Harry called back.

"Just swish and flick!" Another voice called, drawing Violet's gaze to the sinks, where Hermione Granger was hiding.

Violet didn't know what Granger was talking about as she felt her stomach roil violently. She had a feeling that all the sweets she had at dinner were threatening to make a reappearance just as Weasley pulled out his wand and cast the levitation charm. With one hand on the wall and another holding her stomach, she watched with wide eyes as the club suddenly slid out of the troll's hand and hung over it's head for a moment before falling on it, causing the troll to drop Harry unceremoniously on the floor while it struggled to stay conscious.

Shoving past Weasley, Violet ignored her nausea as she tugged her brother out of the way just as the troll collapsed on it's face. She could feel Harry shaking against her as they all stared at the troll.

"Is it dead?" Hermione asked as Violet and Harry both breathed heavily, trying to calm their thundering hearts.

"I don't think so, just knocked out," Harry said as he pulled away from Violet to retrieve his wand, which was apparently shoved up the creature's nose.

"Ugh, troll buggers."

Watching her brother wiping buggers from his wand, Violet suddenly felt the nausea and tremors she felt stop. Her fear was suddenly replaced by overwhelming anger. Heading over to her brother, she grabbed him by the robes and started shaking him.

"What the bloody hell were you doing?" she asked angrily, her face turning red with rage as she glared at her brother. However, before Harry could do anything more but look at her with wide eyes, the sound of footsteps alerted them to the arrival of several people.

McGonagall was the first to burst into the room, followed very quickly by Snape and Quirrel. Tracey brought up the rear looking very worried and taking in everything before her with wide-eyes.

Letting go of her brother, they both stared at their respective Heads of House with apprehension as they both looked equally livid. Though, as Snape made his way over to her, she noticed that he shot her brother a very nasty glare, as though it were all his fault. Which, Violet had to admit, it sort of was.

Violet didn't say anything, though she frowned as Professor Snape took her by the robes and moved her as far away from the troll as he could manage while McGonagall laced into the rest of them about what they were doing, and how they were lucky they were alive. Violet noticed as Snape pulled her, that his gait was different and frowned as she stared at his leg wondering what was wrong with it.

She found she didn't really care about the explanation as she stood next to Tracey and exchanged looks with the other girl.

"And you, Miss Potter?" Violet snapped to attention, startled when Professor McGonagall pierced her with a stern glare, lips still pressed into a tight line.

"I... well, I saw Harry moving away from his house and I was worried," she mumbled, briefly shooting her brother a glare, causing him to duck his head and rub the back of his neck. "Tracey followed me and I sent her to fetch a teacher."

"I see... well-"

"If you don't mind, I will see to my own students," Snape suddenly cut in with his voice deadly, showing that he wasn't asking at all.

Tracey and Violet exchanged looks as Snape then grabbed them and pushed them gingerly towards the exit. Violet mouthed an apology to Tracey, knowing that Snape was unlikely to be easy on them, considering the stormy expression on his face and the way his vein at his temple was throbbing.

TBC...

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