Violet quietly crept toward the front door. Lord Voldemort had already assigned her mission. She was to leave, without a word to anyone. This is way too easy, she thought. After reaching the bottom of the majestic granite stairs, she tiptoed to the door. She only carried a small tote bag filled the minimal amount of supplies. However, she also carried 100 Galleons and a few Sickles and Knuts, courtesy of the ignorant Malfoys. She held no regrets about stealing from her gracious hosts, who were about as exciting as eggplants when they're near her. She'd often hear them whispering secrets when she as within earshot. Maybe buying some extendable ears would have done her good. Well, it's too late now, there's no turning back.
Her hand reached for doorknob just as a series of green sparks flew toward her head. Without hesitation, Violet conjured a thick wall of bricks to protect herself. Transformation had always been her best subject.
Although it seemed very strange, she's actually gone to the wizard school, Hogwarts, for three years. After she turned 14, Violet was no longer interested the ties of sportsmanship and friendship that came along with being in Slytherin's House. Also, there was the fact that Malfoy despised her due to his jealousy of her connection to Voldemort. Testing better than him in all the subjects didn't lighten the tension between them, either.
Then there was Harry Potter. He entered the school during her second year. She had gleefully watched the school falling into chaos in her third year, as everyone began turning against the Potter. And, of course, she was the one who started all this madness. It was her who convinced Lucius to remove the Horcrux and sabotage Potter. She watched while that Weasley girl fell into her carefully crafted plan. She'd hoped her twisted game could have lasted longer, yet still felt a bit of admiration towards Potter for his victory over Slytherin's monster, seeing as it was only his second year at Hogwarts.
"Please don't underestimate me, child," Lucius said smugly, as he stood on the top of the staircase. "I happen to know that the Dark Lord assigned you a top-secret mission. You might be his favorite little pet after my small, ah, mishaps, but I shall soon return to his favor by crushing the Order of the Phoenix." Lucius paused to gloat over Violet in order for his statement to sink through. "Now, tell me what it is he told you to do, or you shall feel real pain under the Cruciatus Curse. So, what will it be?"
"Do not pretend that you actually have power over me," Violet said coolly. "Perhaps you have forgotten who you're talking to. Although the Dark Lord isn't here to protect me, he has given a most special mark upon my arm. If any harm comes to me, he shall know." Violet paused for a moment to find the words that'll bring a chill Lucius' spine. "The Lord knows all, Malfoy, and you might want to rethink that death threat of yours, or you might just end up dead yourself." Violet's voice got softer and softer.
Violet smirked as she saw the color slowly draining from Lucius' face. Just then, Draco and Narcissa arrived at the stairs. Draco took one look at his father and froze in shock. He'd never seen his father so agitated.
"So what will it be, Mr. Malfoy?" Violet said mockingly.
Suddenly, Narcissa spoke up in a shrill voice that was so unlike her. "LEAVE OUR HOUSE! Don't you DARE come back to this doorstep again. You! You evil little shrew!" Narcissa paused to catch her breath.
During that time, Violet raised her wand and pointed it at Draco. "A little shrew, am I? Well why don't you see for yourself who is the traitor here! Crucio!"
Draco fell to the floor, screaming. After a few seconds, Violet lifted the curse and swiftly walked outside. Before she Disapparated, she took one last look at the Malfoys, shaking in fear and said: "Don't you ever dare forget who I am."
In Spinner's End, there came a knock on Severus Snape's door.
