Well, since people have followed this story, I have decided to continue it about Violet's life at Hogwarts. Thank you to those who did read this story as well as the people who followed, favorited, or reviewed.
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And onto the story! Please R&R! I need OCs!
Oh wait, forgot the disclaimer again. Anyways, I don't own Harry Potter, that would be awesome, but I don't.
"Dursley, Violet!" Professor McGonagall, the rather stern and old headmistress called out into the hall. Violet gulped and turned once more to Lily.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine!" her cousin loudly whispered. Violet gave a weak smile and inched her way towards the lady and the hat. Trembling slightly, she sat down on the wooden stool as Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head.
"Hmmm," sounded a voice in her head. Violet nearly jumped out of her seat and frantically looked around for the source of the voice. "Oh don't worry, little one, it is only me! The Sorting Hat!"
Violet blinked. Seriously? And why do I have a talking hat on my head? She thought. "Why, to sort you of course!" Violet's eyes widened. Oh of course, how silly of me. The hat can read my mind? Why didn't I think of that before? "No need to be sarcastic little one, now, onto the sorting." Violet sighed, hopefully this wouldn't take long.
"So, related to Harry Potter, daughter of Dudley and Julia Dursley, and a little spitfire, aren't you?" Violet rolled her eyes. Duh. "There was no need to answer that, it was a rhetorical question. Now, you would do well in Ravenclaw, you have a wisdom about you that I don't see in most," well then put me in Ravenclaw! Violet thought angrily, "but, but, I can see that you have a thirst to prove yourself, much like your uncle. So, maybe, SL-wait. Is that bravery I see? Oh yes I do, lots and lots of bravery. Since you are so much like your uncle, I think that I'll put you in the house that best suited him, GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled. A huge explosion came from the table with the red and gold decorations. She could see Cousin James whooping with a group of his gangly friends.
Grinning, Violet made her way down to sit next to Rose. "Good job," her older friend whispered, "Gryffindor is the best house of them all! Everybody knows that!" Unknowingly, Rose had just made a gaping hole in Violet's confidence. She didn't know that Gryffindor was the best house. She didn't even know the other houses and what they were known for. Suddenly she felt a bolt of red hot anger at her father. Why didn't he educate her? Why didn't he tell her more about Hogwarts? Why? Why?! But just as suddenly as it came the anger disappeared as she envisioned her dad's hopeful, sweet, and proud face. Still, she was worried. How far behind was she?
"Potter, Lily!" Professor called. Violet quickly looked up, not wanting to miss any of her cousin's sorting. Lily nervously made her way up to the hat and timidly perched on the stool. For what seemed like forever, the hat and her conversed. Then, the hat opened it's mouth and shouted out one word.
"Gryffindor!" everyone at the table lept up, including Violet. Everyone was excited to receive yet another Potter. Grinning from side to side, Lily practically skipped down towards the table to sit next to Violet.
"Well done Lily, well done!" James said pompously, as a rather good imitation of Uncle Percy. Everyone chortled and sat down, waiting for the last few first years to be sorted. After a Zingha, Peter, Professor McGonagall put away the stool and hat and stood in the headmaster's place.
"Now, in the words of our late Professor Dumbledore, let the feast begin!" she spoke with a twinkle in her eyes. Every single student cheered as food began to fill the plates.
"Wait, what?" Violet said in wonder.
"Oh, this is just some house elf magic, now, let's eat!" Rose shouted. Violet grinned and began to fill her plate with all sorts of delicious food.
About an hour later, after desert, everyone stretched back and began to sleepily converse. At that same time, Professor McGonagall stood up. "Now, as usual, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that magic should not be used in the corridors between classes." As Professor McGonagall droned on, Violet sleepily turned to look at Mr. Argus Filch, a very old man with a rather nasty face. However, what she was really looking for was his cat, Mrs. Norris that Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron had told her and Lily about. But, the cat wasn't there.
"Um, Rose, how come Mrs. Norris isn't here anymore?" she whispered. Rose discreetly looked at her out of the corner of her eye and whispered back out of the corner of her mouth.
"She died quite a while ago. She was old when Dad and Uncle Harry were at Hogwarts, and that was twenty years ago."
Violet was satisfied with this explanation and drowsily looked back up at Professor McGonagall. Thankfully, her long and boring speech was over and it was time to go up to bed. As Freddy Weasley, (Percy and Penelope's son) led the first years up to the common room, Violet turned this way and that, looking at all the interesting sites. Moving pictures, ghosts, a filthy mouthed poltergeist, and things that she didn't even have names for. Finally, they stopped in front of a painting of a rather overweight woman.
"Password?" she asked.
"Dumbledore's Army," Freddy said clearly. After nodding once, the painting swung open revealing a large, circular, cozy room. "Now then! Girls up the stairs to the left, and same for boys but on the right. Good night everyone!" Freddy called before rushing over to Alexandra Wood.
Violet smiled a bit at Freddy's boyish love and then rushed up the stairs, side by side with Lily. She just knew that Hogwarts was going to be just as good as she'd hoped.
And there you go. I was trying to incorporate the kids of the original characters. As you can probably see. Also, Violet's sarcastic nature is based on my dear friend Jay-Chan, or Marie E. Brooke. You do not know how sarcastic and funny that girl can get. One time I shared a document to two of her emails, and she spent the entire time switching emails and dissing the other email to try and convince me that she had an evil self who was trying to pretend to be her. Hence the name Jay-Chan. Anywho, I know that there wasn't a lot of actiony stuff, but I'll try to make the next chapter much better! Please review with ideas and OCs!