Evangeline and Violet were sitting out in the stands at the Quidditch fields. The common room was out, and the library was much too quiet for their liking. A few books were scattered around themselves. A few minutes later, the Gryffindor team came down to the fields. They walked into the changing rooms. And then Potter came a little bit later with a little blonde boy trailing after him.
The little blonde boy came up and sat by them.
"You're the Slytherins that helped save Harry!" he exclaimed. "Can I get a picture?"
Before Violet could answer "no", the kid had snapped a picture.
"And when I get it developed, will you sign it?" he asked. "Oh, and I'm Colin Creevey. You're the Willow twins right? I heard about two Death Eaters named Willow. Are you related?"
"Leave us alone," Violet snapped and shut her book.
"We're trying to do some homework. Okay, Colin?" Evangeline asked patiently.
"Oh, hey, Evangeline and Violet," Hermione Granger said.
Violet looked up and noticed Ron Wealsey as well.
"Oh, hey," she said.
"Want some toast?" Wealsey asked, holding out some.
"Sure!" the twins said. "We never got around to breakfast."
The Gryffindorr team walked out then and mounted their brooms.
"Aren't you finished yet?" Ron called.
"Haven't even start!" Harry called back. "Wood's been teaching us new moves!"
The girls went back to their homework, where Hermione asked them about how far they were getting and what answers they had gotten. Violet and Hermione had pretty similar answers, and Evangeline was puzzled. Colin began taking pictures constantly.
"Would you STOP already?" Violet asked, taking the camera away.
"Noooo!" Colin said and took it back.
"Look this way, Harry! This way!" he called shrilly.
"Hey, uh, Violet, you're not gonna like this," Evangeline said shortly after.
"What is it?" Violet asked.
"The Slytherin's are here," Evangeline answered.
"Aw, shit," she said.
"Violet," Hermione said.
"Sorry," Violet said. "I picked it up a few years ago."
The Slytherins walked onto the field. The Gryffindor team landed, and they started talking.
"Wanna see what's up?" Hermione asked.
Ron agreed.
"Colin, stay here," Evangeline said.
They crossed down to the field and crossed the grass.
"What's going on?" Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you playing? And what's HE doing here?"
That's when the girls noticed that Draco Malfoy was standing there, smirking, wearing Slytherin robes.
"Oh, look, Rejects, Father bought me a broom and not you," he bragged.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Violet spat, clenching and unclenching her fists.
"Anyway, I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," Malfoy said, smugly.
Ron gaped at the new broomsticks in front of him.
"Good, aren't they?" Malfoy said smoothly. "But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them."
The Slytherin team howled with laughter. Violet and Evangeline were surprised that they found this funny. It was so cruel to poor Fred and George. And they were so awesome!
"At least no one on Gryffindor had to BUY their way in," Hermione said sharply. "THEY got in on pure talent."
Malfoy's smug look faltered for a second.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat.
Fred and George dove for Malfoy, but Flint blocked them. Violet sprang towards him, but Evangeline locked her arms around her waist. Violet squirmed in her arms, trying to get to the rat.
"Oh, and let me guess!" Violet yelled. "You think half-bloods suck, too!"
"Violet," Evangeline hissed warningly. "You do remember we aren't pure, right?"
One of the girls shrieked, "How dare you!", and Ron pulled out his wand saying, "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!" and pointed it under Flint's arm at Malfoy's face.
There was a loud bang achoing around the stadium and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron's taped wand. It hit him in the stomach and sent him reeling back onto the grass.
"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" squealed Hermione.
i Ron made to speak, but no words came out. In their place, he gave a huge belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.
"We'd better get him to Hagrid's, it's nearer," Harry said. The two pulled Ron up by the arms and ran off.
"And you two are friends with those three!" Malfoy said. The whole team was paralyzed with laughter.
"Let me punch him," Violet said, trying to pull Evangeline's arms off. "Let me kill that bastard. He's just like his jackass of a father. You know what he did!"
"No!" Evangeline said, trying to hold her back, but her grip wasn't strong enough. She looked up at Fred and George. "Help!"
The older twins grabbed the Violet, and helped Evangeline drag her off inside the Gryffindor changing rooms.
Late that night Draco Malfoy crept from his dorm and snuck down the stairs. He was clenching a sort of powder in his hands and looked around to make sure no one was watching. The fire lit dimly in the dark room. He walked over and threw the powder into the flames and it flew up green. His father's tough face stared back at him. He had dark circles under his eyes and were slightly bloodshot.
"Father," he said. "The girls are half bloods! I did exactly what you asked for. Do I get the hand of glory now?"
"Yes, yes of course," his father spat. "They're the Willows you're sure?"
"Positive," said Draco in his drawling voice. "Everything you said they should qualify for. They're not fitting in well though. Were there parents the same?"
"It doesn't matter," Lucius snarled. "If they get upset enough, they might run away. We need those girls to stay at Hogwarts. Draco, become friends with them again."
"Father!" said Draco in disbelief. "But they're the Slytherin rejects!"
"I don't care!" he cried. "These girls are important!
"But-but-"
"Do what your father says," he said. "Or when the Dark Lord returns-"
"Alright!" said Draco his eyes widening in fear. "I'll do it. But I won't be happy about it."
"I don't care about your happiness. The kids won't be mean to you, their parents are afraid of me."
The girls tossed and turned that night and woke up before anyone else. They dressed quickly and went down to the common room. They noticed Draco Malfoy, sleeping in one of the armchairs as if he had been up most of the night.
"Aww, he's kind of cute while he's sleeping," said Evangeline, smiling at him.
"Too bad he's a jackass," Violet muttered. "I wonder if the staff members would suspect anything of him dying in his sleep..."
"Oh, you know you don't want him to die," said Evangeline. "It's Parkinson remember?"
"Sorry Ev, I'm just ticked at everyone at the moment, alright?" Malfoy groaned then sat up and slowly opened his eyes.
"Get ready for the insults," Violet warned herself in her mind.
"Morning Draco," said Evangeline. "Sleep well? Were you sleep walking?"
"I don't think so," he said. "I must have passed out, or something."
"Wow!" said Violet with fake cheerfulness. "It's been nearly fifteen seconds, and we haven't received any insults!" She felt his forehead. "Are you sick or something? You do feel a little warm."
"I'm fine," said Draco taking her hand off his forehead and jumping off the armchair. "I just want to say I'm... s-s-" he sighed. "I'm sorry for making fun of you." Violet had taken a large drink of her water, then spat it all over the floor. She started laughing hysterically.
"Violet!" Evangeline snapped.
"He-he-he's sorry!" Violet laughed. "That-that's the funniest thing I've heard all day!" She stopped laughing then stared at him seriously. "What proof do you have?"
Draco scanned the room then then of something. "Give me a second," he said and ran off, but quickly returned with a bag of marsh mellows. He threw them towards Evangeline then picked up a slip of paper.
"Pansy Parkinson homework," he smirked then tossed it into the fire. He handed both girls a metal stick. Then they grinned and stuck the marsh mellows through it then started to roast the marshmellows. Pansy Parkinson and a bunch of other girls walked down the stairs.
"Oh, Ev," said Violet taking a bite of her marshellow. "I just love the taste of misery in the morning." They started to cackle.
"You were down here with these losers?" Parkinson asked, sticking up her pug nose.
"No, I just woke up," Draco lied.
"Wha?" Evangeline asked her mouth full of marsh mellow. He gave her a please-don't-tell-anyone look. Violet was ticked. Was he their friend or not? If he was then why did he try and hide it? Hermione, Ron, and Harry didn't hide it, and the girls were Slytherins!
At potions class Snape walked around the room and picked up everyones homework.
"I see Parkinson doesn't have it?" he asked.
"No!" she freaked digging through her binder. "I-It's here somewhere! Oh, I know, I left it in the common room!"
"Then be quick about it," said Snape. She ran out and was gone for about five minutes then came back stressed.
"I can't find it!" she cried. Evangeline and violet glanced at each other trying not to laugh.
"Then I am afraid that is a F," he said simply then walked around the rest of the room. Parkinson covered her face with her hands and slumped in her desk. Violet let out a snigger. They both had Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, (even if he didn't defend them) and Draco was a semi-friend. Maybe Hogwarts wasn't so bad after all.
But later that day, Violet was walking back from the library with a book on potions. She started to hear the voices of laothing from around the corner. She apused and started to listen.
"God, she's a psycho!" Flint was saying. "I can't believe Dumbledore allowed that freak to stay here!"
"I totally agreed," Parkinson said. "And she threatened Draco!"
"Yeah," they heard Draco's voice agree.
"She'll probably become some psycho murderer, like that Sirius Black freak," one of the Chasers was saying.
Tears were starting to fall from Violet's eyes. She wiped away a few of them. But they came back faster.
"It's the loony bin for her!" Flint said.
Violet gave a small sob and ran from them.
Violet went into the west part of the castle, and up to the top floor she could get to without being in Raveclaw tower. She noticed the bronze knocker just sitting on the door frame.
Violet found a window seat and flopped into it. She pulled her knees to her chest, still sobbing.
"I-I-I'm not p-p-psycho," she muttered to herself.
"What?" she heard a voice ask.
Violet looked up and saw one of the Ravenclaw boys in her year. He had dark hair and looked a little like Harry. A bit, not a lot.
"Are you okay?" the boy asked, sitting down next to her.
"No," Violet answered.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"They're calling me psycho, a killer, off my rocker," she moaned, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I hate being the Slytherin reject."
"There's no way you're a killer," he said. "You're...uh, Violet Willow, right?"
"Yeah," Violet said, sniffling and wiping away more tears.
"Those Slytherins suck anyway," he said. "You'd be better off in Ravenclaw with me. And my friend Terry Boot. I'm Michael Corner, by the way."
Violet nodded and wiped her eyes again. She gave a sad little smile and choked out another sob.
"And it's not like Ev and I have any friends," she said, continuing her speech of pain. "I mean, yeah, there's Harry, Ron and Hermione, and Sev, but we never see them. And Severus never sticks up for us. And I don't believe Malfoy's actually trying to be our friend. God, Michael, I hate Hogwarts."
"It's okay," Michael said. "They're just acting like that 'cause it's different. And it happened at the end of the year when you didn't have a chance to explain. I wouldn't trust Draco Malfoy, anyway. He seems like a jerk."
"His father is," Violet muttered, feeling her wrist.
"What do you mean?" Michael asked.
"Nothing," she mumbled and put her hand under her cloak.
"Now," Michael said, standing up. "How about you and your sister come eat dinner with the Ravenclaws tonight. We ARE better than them after all."
"Sure," Violet said, smiling slightly and stretching out her legs.
"And smile more often," Michael said. He grinned and walked off, waving as he stepped into his common room.
"Damn, he's cute," Violet muttered and ran to the nearest bathroom to clean her face off.
That night, after dinner with the Ravenclaws, which was much fun, the girls were sitting around the common room.
"Earlier today I over-heard some of the Slytherins making fun of me," Violet told Evangeline.
"Aren't you used to that by now?" Evangeline asked, pulling out a Transfiguration book.
"But it was different this time," Violet said.
"What do you mean?" Evangeline said, looking at her with a puzzled look.
Violet explained everything she had heard them talking about. Evangeline hugged her sister tightly.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" she said.
"Eh, whatever," Violet shrugged. "I met a really cute boy out of it though. His name's Michael Corner, our year, Ravenclaw. That one we sat with at dinner tonight."
"Oh, him!" Evangeline said. "Dude, he was cute."
"I think I would prefer leaving Hogwarts, though," Violet sighed, shutting her eyes. "This place sucks. No one likes us."
"But what about Severus, Harry, Ron and Hermione?" Evangeline asked. "And what about Michael?"
"I don't know!" Violet muttered, clapping a hand over her face. "I just don't know anymore."
"I want to leave, but I also don't," Evangeline sighed. "Let's just think about it."
That weekend the girls went outside in the sunshine and finished up the little homework they had left. They sat under the shade of an oak tree and looked out onto the Quidditch grounds. They didn't blame anyone for not being outside it was burning hot. But they soon spotted Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George. They had brooms in their hands, but Hermione was holding school books. The girls scrambled to their feet and ran over.
"Finally!" said Evangeline. "It's been forever! Oh, Ron, did you get your slug problem fixed?" Ron nodded.
"Aww, it was kind of funny," Violet said. The kids looked at her weirdly. "What?"
"We're going to play Quidditch," said Fred. "You guys want to play?"
"Sure!" said Violet.
"No thanks guys," smiled Evangeline. "Hermione, can you help me with my Potions homework? I'm sort of confused."
"Sure!" she said.
"Hey, why do you refuse to help us?" Ron asked.
"I DO help, but that's after you nag me. And besides I usually end up doing all of the work!" The boys couldn't argue with that.
"Do you have a broom?" Harry questioned. Violet shook her head sadly.
"I'm sure Wood has a broom you could borrow," said George and disappeared for a while, but came back successfully. "It's one of the older brooms., he said handing it to her. "But I'm sure it'll do you just fine."
"Uh, okay," Violet said, trying to remember the flying lessons from the previous year.
She mounted the broom and kicked off, hovering about ten feet in the air.
"Well, are you going to join me?" she asked. "Oh, and what am I playing?"
"Try being Keeper," Ron said, joining her in the air.
The others followed, while Violet flew over to the goal posts.
I hope I can do this, Violet thought worriedly. She didn't think she could cover all three posts and block the ball. She was better at hitting things, which had come from years of practicing with apples and a stick. She got bored often when they were without a home.
The boys started playing, Harry and Ron playing Chasers and Fred and George being Beaters.
I want to be a Beater, Violet thought and watched them come closer.
Harry aimed and shot towards the goal to Violet's left. She flew towards it and missed by several inches.
"Sorry!" she called and flew down to grab it. "I haven't gotten to fly much!"
"It's okay!" Ron called as she threw the ball at him.
This continued for a few more goals, and Violet couldn't catch anything. Meanwhile, Evangeline and Hermione were progressing easily on the homework.
"Why doesn't Violet help you?" Hermione asked as she watched Violet miss another goal by about a foot.
"She's not a great teacher," Evangeline answered, writing in a few things. "She's not the most patient either."
"Okay, Violet," Fred said. "Let's try something else. Come here."
Violet landed next to him on the ground where she dismounted. Fred handed her his Beater's bat.
"Let's try this," he said. He showed her how to hold it and had George throw one of the balls towards her.
Violet swung at it with all her might and watched it sail to the other end of the field.
"That was awesome!" Harry said. "You should be on the team for Slytherin!"
"Oh, Harry," George said. "Are you sure we want that kind of competition?"
"Actually, Ev and I tried out, her for Keeper, but they didn't let us on the team. Dunno why. They probably just hate us."
"That's screwed up," Ron said. "Is Ev any good?"
"Yeah," Violet said. "Hey, Evangeline! Wanna play?"
"I guess!" Evangeline replied and ran over. George got her another broom and she flew up to the goals. Violet took over Fred's job as a Beater, and he joined Harry and Ron as Chasers.
They played for a few more hours until the sun was starting to set. They called it a night and landed. Hermione had already gather up everyone's things.
"You're quite good," she told Evangeline and Violet.
"Thank you," the twins said, bowing deeply.
"Anyway," Violet said stretching. "I'm hungry."
"Evangeline, Violet," they heard someone call. They all glanced over and saw Dumebledore, smiling softly. "Come here."
Violet and Evangeline gave George the brooms and grabbed their stuff before running over to him.
"Yes, sir?" Evangeline asked.
"You two aren't on the team, correct?" he asked.
"Yeah. So?" Violet said, crossing her arms over her chest. She was finally able to wear short sleeves again, now that her bruise was gone.
"Would you like to be on the team?" Dumbledore asked.
"Sure!" Evangeline said brightly, smiling up at him.
"Yeah," Violet agreed.
"I'll pull a few strings, and you shall be on it," Dumbledore said. He smiled and walked off.
"I doubt this will go well," Violet muttered, shaking her head. "Let's go back to the dungeons, wash up a bit."
"Okay," Evangeline said, grinning.
They walked down along a corridor they had found a few days ago, and no one else used.
Kill, Evangeline heard a hissing voice whisper.
"Hear that?" she asked her twin.
"Hear what?" Violet asked.
"Kill...blood...let me leave here," the same voice continued.
"I just heard a hissing voice - like a snake - saying 'kill...kill...blood...let me leave here'," Evangeline explained.
"We should leave!" Violet said and sprinted ahead. Evangeline followed after her, rolling her eyes.
"And I meant Hogwarts!" Violet called.