So this will be the final chapter! Thankyou to all those who have reviewed/followed this story! I am sorry my updating has been to say the least awful- next time I write a fic I will amend that!
I hope this concludes the story of Harry and Dudley's reunion nicely. I may write some one shots in the future that link into this so keep an eye open! Until then, ENJOY!!!!!!
Violet Dursley was nervous. Today was her first day at redmoore primary and as she waited on the playground in her fresh pleated skirt and crisp white polo, she couldn't help but feel a little bit excited as well. She looked up at her father who held her hand protectivley and smiled. This was her first big step into the world of independance, and she felt both very small yet very grown up all at the same time. Her mother knelt down beside her as the first Bell of the day rung, and placed her hands on her daughter's shoulders.
"I'm so proud of you Vi," she smiled.
Violet returned the smile with a huge bear hug for each of her parents.
"I love you." She said as she pulled away and reached for her new satchel and lunch box. This was it. It was time for her to join her classmates for the next seven years and truth be told, Violet couldnt wait.
As she entered the large and colourful classroom behind the rest of her peers, Violet couldnt help but shiver in delight. Paints adorned the wall in one corner whilst bean bags and books were scattered in another. Her teacher, a young man that couldnt have been much older than her aunt Ginny, smiled at the class as they pointed and chatted before falling quiet in the middle of the room.
"Good Morning!" he grinned, his face fresh and full of life as he addressed his new pupils. "Today we will just be learning each others names, what we like and so on. Come and sit on the carpet, that's it, in a circle, and I'll start"
He beckoned the children to the back of the classroom where a large rug decorated with the alphabet lay and promptly sat down. Violet was a surprised- werenr teachers supposed to be strict? Formal? After all, she had heard from her uncle ron all about the fearsome professor mcGonnagal at Hogwarts. However, her classmates had followed the young teacher's example so, with a slight shrug of her head, Violet decided to join them.
She sat down between a blonde girl with glasses and a skinny, mousy haired boy that seemed to be constantly moving. She offered a smile to both of them and was about to introduce herself when her teacher began to speak.
"Ok guys. It's really great that you are here at redmoore. I'm Mr Potter and I'll be your teacher for the next year."
At this, Violet couldnt help but put her hand up. A mr Potter? Her teacher! She couldnt wait to tell her dad!
"Yes?" Mr Potter smiled at her and gestures for her to speak.
"My Uncle is called Mr Potter too!" She grinned. "He's an auror!"
"That's very interesting ….. .."
"Violet"
"That s very interesting Violet." He smiled, "Perhaps you could tell us aĺl what an auror is?"
"A dark wizard catcher." At this Violet puffed her chest out with pride. She was very admiring of her aunt and uncle. They were war hero's after all! However, much to her confusion, Mr Potter seemed to think she was merely joking for he chuckled before replying,
" That sounds very exciting Violet," in the same voice that Uncle harry used when he could tell James Sirius was fibbing about something.
But being the bright child she was, Violet decided to let the matter pass. After all, her dad had said that people at school might not understand wizards. She just hadn't expected those people to include the teachers.
As she was thinking, Mr Potter had started moving around the circle, asking the pupils their names and for them to tell the class about themselves and their family. Violet snapped out of her thoughts in time to hear the girl beside her introduce herself. She spoke quietly and in a Scottish accent that immediately caught Violet's attention.
"Er… my name is Elsie McVey, I'm from scotland and… um… we have a pet called Marley?"
Here the girl glanced nervously at Mr Potter, as if searching for approval. He smiled back at her and she visibly relaxed.
"That s very nice Elsie. What thow of animal is Marley, can I ask? It sounds like a dog's name."
Elsie shook her head at this, making her blonde pigtails waggle about like two little snakes.
"No, He's an owl" she replied simply.
Mr Potter looked confused here as if he had never heard of someone owning an owl before.
Elsie didn't seem to notice though, and she enthusiastically elaborated on her statement.
" We names him after my mum's first cousin, Marlene McKinnon. She was killed in the war. Mum didn't really know her as she went to Lochallanor whilst Marlene went to Hogwarts but she thought it would be a good way to remember her by."
Violet could barely suppress an excited gasp as she realised that this girl, Elsie, was a witch. However, it seemed that Mr Potter was, if possible, even more confused by this revelation and frowned before asking,
"And what war would that be, Elsie?"
Now it was Elsie's turn to frown as she searched for an answer, eventually she replied triumphantly:
"The first one."
And it was all Violet could do not to snicker as Mr Potter merely nodded and rubbed his eyes before moving on.
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The day flew by and soon it was hometime. Violet couldnt wait to see her parents and tell them all about her day. But first she wanted to introduce her new best friend, Elsie, to them. After all, they had spent all day with each other, swapping stories on the magical world and debating whether Bertie Botts every flavour beans were better than Chocolate frogs. Searching amidst the throng of parents she immediately spotted her father and…….
"Dad! Uncle Harry!"
Violet grinned at the sight of her uncle and ran towards the two, Elsie in tow. Harry smiled as he turned to see his niece cannonballing towards him and his smile only grew as he recognised the pale girl hurtling along behind. If he was not mistaken, she was a McKinnon.
After the war, Harry had made it a priority to read up on all of the wizards and witches that his parents had known or that had died in the war and he remembered that the McKinnon clan, now McVey through marriage, had moved back down to England. He just hadn't realised that one of them would be at the same school as Violet!
However, his thoughts were soon scattered as said niece enveloped him in a huge hug. Harry returned the guesture before turning to smile at his cousin, thinking for the hundredth time how glad he was that his cousin had had the guts to write that letter all those years ago.