I forgot to do the disclaimer last time, haha
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own ANY of this except for Violetta, the plot, and any other Original Character you see throughout this story, the rest belongs to J.K. Rowling and the wonderful world of Harry Potter (:
I grumbled to myself as I walked down to the study, to where the Death Eaters and their Lord held some of their private meetings at. My Father and Mother attended them, my Father normally came out somewhat… pissy after them and my Mother came out in a daze, you would say. Those two, I swear. If someone were to see the three of us together and knew them but not me, they'd think we'd all be some high pureblood family who hated halfbloods, mudbloods, and muggles; which was true for them, not so much for me. I didn't hate them, or dislike them, I was rather fond. My best friend was a Muggle-born, get the WAS part… she's not much my friend anymore when she found out my heritage. That stupid, stupid git.
I snapped out of my thoughts, and slight hatred towards Harry Potter, and walked into the study. I felt the eyes of his minions on me as I walked towards him. I made a slight bow as reached him. I wasn't big on the whole, politeness factor. I was quite rude when I wanted to be. I just figured this was a moment to tone down on the rudeness scale; I didn't feel like being Crucio'd at the moment.
"Bellatrix said you needed to speak to me, my lord?" like I said, didn't feel like being in pain.
"Yes, I did. I have an important task for you, and it's very important. It's a matter of life… and death. Now, everyone except Violetta leave. This is a private matter," his harsh snake-like voice snapped at his Death Eaters. They all walked out of the room and I felt my Father's eyes at the back of my head before, he too, left the room.
"Violetta, I brought you here for a reason. I need you to finish this task of which I'm about to say to you. I want you, no need you, to go back in time and become… acquainted with my younger self, in order to find an old… possession of mine. And I want you to take it, and hide it in a particular place for me, in that time still."
In the beginning there, it sounded like he was implying for me to get to know him when he was younger. And to put it bluntly, have sex with him. But I'm sure that was just my mind running wild. I internally gagged a picturing myself doing young Voldy.
"So, what is this… possession, exactly? And where do you want me to put this… possession?" I asked. I wasn't like everyone else; I didn't cower or become nervous of meeting him. I wasn't fearful. In fact, I had the toned down attitude of my Mother, but I wasn't in love or wanting to fuck him on the spot. I was full of confidence, and I was never one for fear. In fact, I had no idea of what my fear actually was, if I had one.
"I can't say exactly, but you are to get this from me in any way possible. And you are to hide it… at this Manor. Which means getting close to some of the Malfoy's family members, which can be in anyway you want to," cue the implication, "and when you get my… possession that I had while I was going to that school there, and have it hidden in a place only you know… come back to this time."
"I'm sorry, but how can I find something if I have no clue what it is?" I tried saying that in the politest way possible. He narrowed his eyes at me.
"A book of sorts, I used to carry it with me everywhere. You will be able to tell what I'm speaking about when you come across my younger self. Remember, get it, hide it, and come back. Now. I have everything already prepared for you to go into the 1940's—"
"Whoa, whoa, sorry to interrupt you, but you want me to go back fifty years into the past for how long? A year or so in that time? What happens to me? My body will start to destroy itself because I hadn't been made yet. What happens then?" I should really learn to watch my mouth and tone around Voldemort, damn I was so getting my ass cursed into the next life. He narrowed his eyes at me again.
"I was getting to that, but you interrupted me. I am going to put a charm on you to make sure you don't, just so in case your body goes before you can get that book. Time travel is a very tricky thing. Now, as I was saying," cuing the eye narrow once again at me, "you are going back to 1944, I believe I was in my 6th year then, to Hogwarts. You're going by your own name, no alias or anything. The Black name was still a big family in that time, so no trouble there. But, as for your parentage… they're dead; gone. You have no parents, you don't remember them."
I could hear the venom in his voice as he said the last words. I gulped as the venom stung against my skin, and his words echoed in my ear.
"Yes, my Lord."
"And you are not to meddle with anything in that time, just get me that book."
"Yes, my Lord."
"Now, come see me at 9 o'clock tonight… and don't be late."
"Yes, my Lord," oh Merlin, how many times was I going to say that tonight? I could hear my own voice drone it out with boredom. He narrowed his eyes once again for the 3rd time that day and shoo'd me away.
The eyes of the cat by the stairs sat and watched all the guests that were in the foyer, her bright blue eyes followed the people that past her by. She stood up and trotted around and started following Draco Malfoy. She meowed and he looked down at the black cat that was no encircling around his feet. He smirked, immediately knowing who that cat was.
"Really, V? Do you hate parties that much you have to be a cat right now?" Draco bitterly laughed at her, knowing her hatred for balls, dances, and parties. She hissed at him and scratched his leg with her paw. He hissed when her claws dug into his skin and tried to grab the cat, but he was to late; she had already ran off.
"That bloody girl, I will get her back," Draco whispered harshly to himself.
"What in the world are you talking about, Draco dear?" the voice of his Mother sounded from beside him.
"That bloody girl in her stupid bloody cat form, scratched me; and now I'm bleeding," the boy whined to his Mother, who was looking at him with an amused look on her face.
I smirked to myself as I changed forms in the confines of the room I was staying in. I felt dry blood underneath my fingertips, I groaned and walked in the bathroom attached to the room and washed my hands free of the blood. I quickly changed into a skirt, a white button down shirt (with a few buttons undone) and pulled over a gray sweater that made a 'V' shape on her chest. She slipped on a pair of dress shoes and walked out of the room and down to the study where Voldemort was. While she was walking she pulled her tamed curly hair down to the nape of her neck and tied a ribbon around it.
She walked into the study and noticed he wasn't in there yet and it was five till nine. She sighed and walked over to the bookshelf. She was browsing through the collection when she felt another presence in the room; she turned around and faced the snake-like creature in the room with her.
"I presume you are ready," his dark, almost black, blue eyes narrowed at her as he spoke.
"Yes, I am. I've taken the time to research the 1940's, and I've understood how to act, and to dress. I am also understood that there were in fact vegetarians in the 1940's, so I'm safe?" she managed to let out a slight laugh, but then saw that he wasn't laughing; he never did. She turned her face blank.
"Am I understood that you are an Animagus? Except, instead of one form… you can turn into any animal?" He asked with curiousity in his voice.
"Yes. The forms I use most are cat, snake, owl, or wolf. I think I use snake more, it's where I learned Parseltongue," he had a bit of a shocked look on his face for a split second before it turned back into his cold demeanor.
"Yes, well, don't let anyone else know that. And it be best if you didn't turn into an animal around anyone. Now, this trunk I have here for you has everything you need in it. I mean everything. The inside turns into anything you want, or need."
I raised a slender eyebrow and stared at him. I was one of the only people who didn't… wait; I was the only person who didn't get in trouble with Voldemort. I keep forgetting Nagini was a snake, who I spoke to quite often.
"Let's get started," he spoke suddenly and started spreading Time Turner sand around me as I shrunk the trunk (HA, I rhymed!) and put it in my pocket. He spread the last bit around my feet and gave me another Time Turner, I took it and put in around my neck and stuck it in my shirt. He cast a charm on me so nothing would happen to my body while I was back in time. I gave him a nod.
"Well, see you in a few seconds," I joked, "Uh, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, In front of Headmaster Dippet's office, September 1st, 1944."
Suddenly I felt like my body was twisting and I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I saw images flashing, but they were going backwards. I saw myself standing there and then moving backwards. Then the images starting going by faster, and faster, and then they stopped and I was standing in front of a giant golden eagle, holding papers in my hands I didn't realize I was holding before.
Hello 1944.