Hello! Ugh, I'm tired. We always get the worst game schedules ever, so I had two back to back water polo games in the RAIN. It was wet, cold, and tiring. But, it's always wet, cold, and tiring, so I guess it wasn't any different. Anyways, I've been getting follows and favorites, but hardly any reviews! Thanks to Marie E. Brooke, Lunaz, and Knockturn Seller for reviewing. Please guys! This might sound really selfish, but I can see that this story is getting plenty of views, so can some people please, please review? Anyfish, still, thank you guys for even checking out this story. I really appreciate it!
Disclaimer: No, I'm not J.K. Rowling and I sadly don't own any characters except for my OCs.
Onto the story!
"AHHHH!" Violet screamed as she was swung through the air, being held by a large and extremely strong grip.
"GRAWPY!" she heard Hagrid shout from down below. "PUT 'ER DOWN!" However, she remained in the air. Suddenly, a high voice pierced the air amidst the chaos.
"GRAWP!" Lily hollered. "PUT. HER. DOWN. I'll count to three, but that's all you get! One." Violet looked wildly at her cousin, who was staring up at Grawp, her wand held in front of her as if ready to attack him at moment's notice. "Two. Don't make me say three," she said dangerously.
With a deep sigh that made her hair fly up in all directions, Grawp put Violet down with surprising gentleness. When her feet met solid ground again, she frantically scrambled over to Lily. "Are you okay?" Lily asked her traumatized cousin worriedly as she brushed off pine needles and dirt from Violet's clothes.
Violet stared at her disbelievingly. "Oh yeah, definitely; I was just almost killed by a giant, but yeah, sure. I'm definitely fine. Totally fine. Never felt better." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
Lily rolled her eyes at Violet's melodramatics. "Oh, he was never going to do anything. He was just excited to meet you."
Violet shook her head, sighing. "You guys really need to get new friends," she mumbled. Lily just rolled her eyes again and dragged Violet over to properly introduce her to the giant.
"Grawpy, Violet. Grawpy, say hello," Hagrid said cheerfully. Violet winced slightly as the giant lumbered over to her.
"Hi, Grawp," she mumbled.
"IOET!" he yelled. Violet glanced over at Lily, who flashed her a strained smile and nodded. Violet turned back.
"That's right, VIOLET."
"IOET!"
Violet sighed. "We'll work on it."
After getting back to the tower, Violet and Lily went to the common room to do some homework. However, in the middle of their potions essay on the uses of bezoars, they were rudely interrupted by the one and only Evan Ancrum.
"So, Dursley, trying to make sure that you don't fail at least one class? Who's your tutor? The red-head dwarf from the Weird Sisters?" he scoffed.
Violet rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Ancrum. I bet that I can still whip your arse in - in, um, Quidditch," she blurted out, and immediately wanted to clamp a hand over her mouth. Who was she kidding? She didn't even know what Quidditch was; had only heard some of her classmates briefly reference it when chatting to one another.
"Oh really," Evan smirked.
"Um, yeah," she mumbled, cursing her big fat mouth and her stupid pride. She was not looking forward to making a fool of herself in the Quidditch pitch.
"Well, then, it's on. Gather up a team and it's yours against mine. Five o'clock, Friday. Don't be late." With those threatening words hanging in the air, Evan sauntered off, leaving Violet and Lily sitting there speechless as the flickering flames slowly faded to glowing embers.
"PLEASE Lily! I need a Seeker! Rose, Albus and I are going to be the Chasers, Colin Finnegan and Roger Thomas are the Beaters, and James is going to be the Keeper, so all we need is you!" Violet pleaded, completely at the mercy at her cousin.
Lily sighed. "Violet, I'm rubbish at Quidditch, and I don't even like it! I find it stupid!"
"But your Harry Potter's daughter! Your dad was the best seeker Hogwarts ever saw! Please Lily! Just this once!" Violet cried, no matter how reckless it was, she wasn't going to lose to Evan Ancrum. His already big head didn't need to get any bigger.
Lily finally rolled her eyes and smiled small smile. "Fine. But just because I'm your cousin and you're going to be humiliated." Violet smiled and decided to ignore that last insult.
"Okay! Let's get practicing. So, who knows what a Quaffle is?"
"No! Violet! You shoot at the other goals! Albus! Do you even KNOW how to fly?! And Rose! You aren't supposed to shoot at the ground! Oh my god. COLIN! ROGER! YOU DON'T HIT PEOPLE WITH YOUR BATS! YOU HIT THE BLUDGERS! No… LILY! YOU DON'T CATCH ALBUS'S HEAD! YOU CATCH THE SNITCH!" James, the only person with knowledge of Quidditch, screamed. Panting, the mangled Quidditch team made their way to the ground to huddle in a sad little circle.
"This is hopeless," Colin sighed. Roger nodded began to put his bat on the ground.
"No!" Violet said desperately. "Please, guys, it might seem hopeless now, but I can't just let Evan win. Please, let's just practice for one more hour, and if it isn't ANY better, than we'll stop and just show up at the game."
The rest of the team looked at their optimistic leader, and then at their own tired, hopeless faces. But Violet was their friend, and Gryffindors do not abandon their friends in times of need.
Lily walked up to Violet and clapped her on the shoulder. "Alright. Let's get this thing over with."
On the day of the Quidditch match, Violet's team was quieter than usual. At breakfast, no one ate. During class, no one talked. At dinner, they began getting ready. Wearing borrowed Quidditch gear, they slowly made their way to the pitch. While they waited very quietly for Evan's team, Violet began to get nervous.
"Why did I take the bloody dare?" she whispered to Lily. Lily in turn gave a scared smile.
"Because you're bloody stupid," she replied. Violet smiled. Typical Lily. Just in time, Evan's team of Slytherins sauntered onto the Quidditch pitch. Like mini tin soldiers, they stood stoically in a straight line. Scrambling, Violet's team made a crooked line as the two leaders met in between them.
Evan's mouth turned up into a twisted smirk. "Get ready to get your arse whupped, Dursley," he spat. Violet glared.
"Oh really. Well, just make sure not to run away to your mommies when you see how good we are."
Evan scoffed. "Let's just do this quickly, I need to go and do something worth my time."
With Alexandra Wood as the referee, the two teams faced each other in the air. The Quaffle was released. Then one word: chaos.
Of course, this was Violet's team's strategy. Since their actual skills were lacking, just confuse the other team as much as they could. The air was full of blurs of multicolored robes and bats flying around. Colin whacked Evan with his bat while Robert drove his handle into the keeper's butt. As her team caused chaos, Violet had taken the Quaffle and scored seven times.
"No! What! REF!" Evan managed before being choked by mud James had conjured up. Alexandra just stared in astonishment as the two teams fought like two cats squabbling in a mud puddle. Suddenly, a red and gold blur sped past her, chasing a golden ball. Lily had found the snitch in the midst of chaos.
Of course, Evan, the other seeker tried to stop her, but Albus grabbed his collar and started tickling him. As Evan collapsed with forced giggles, Lily swiped at the Snitch, once, twice, a third time, and then she missed again, almost falling off her broom. Her jaw clenched and she swiped one last time at the annoying snitch. Of course, she caught it. As Violet's team fell to the ground, cheering, Evan's dismayed team picked themselves out of the mud and trees and crawled to safe ground.
Violet sauntered up to Evan's crouched body, "I guess that this time it was your arse that got whupped. Nice try, Ancrum, but you'll never be as good as me." Evan scowled, but then suddenly coughed out a slug. In horrified shock, he stared at the slimy creature that had come from his mouth, covered his mouth, and ran to the castle.
Violet grinned. Victory.
After a small party with her team, Violet made her way to the library where she'd left her box of quills. Suddenly, she heard a deep, angry voice. She froze, and pressed against the cold, stone wall and peered around the corner, only to see a large man wearing a trench coat threatening Evan Ancrum.
"What's a matter with you boy?" the man roughly asked, "You just got beat by a mudblood in a wizard sport! What do I keep telling you?" he said, holding Evan's collar.
"That they are inferior species that shouldn't be allowed at Hogwarts," Evan muttered.
"That's right, and so you're telling me that Potter's mudblood niece beat you?" the man spat. "If the Dark Lord hadn't been killed by the stupid Potter, than you would've been being trained to hunt those stupid animals that just whupped your ass. It was bad enough when you made friends with the blood traitors in the Slytherin house, but now you're playing with mudbloods?"
Violet continued staring with wide eyes. She needed to get help! Suddenly, her trainer squeaked very loudly in the stifling silence. Cringing, she tried to make a quick escape, but the mean man and Evan saw her. Evan's eyes widened.
"Dursley?" he croaked. The man stared at her with narrowed eyes.
"So you're the mudblood," he said with his lip curled in disgust, suddenly he made a move over to her, she winced and prepared herself for the choking hold, when a slender hand shoved her out of the way. She opened her eyes to see Professor Longbottom staring down the man with Evan staring in fright from the background.
Professor Longbottom stared at the man with a cold glare. He pulled out his wand with a flourish and held it out, pointing at the man. "Crabbe? Vincent Crabbe?" he spat. The man who now had a name, Crabbe, (Seriously? Who's named after a crustacean?) stared back at Professor Longbottom.
"So, Longbottom. Become a professor here at this stupid school, have you? It's just like you to take a job for sissies," Crabbe smirked. Professor Longbottom just stared back.
"So, did you plead guilty for your crimes? What excuse did you come up with this time? And are you calling me a sissy? When you, came crawling back to our side? When I actually fought?" Professor said calmly and cooly as Crabbe began to fume. "You know, Crabbe, we have names for men who hurt kids younger, smaller, and weaker than they are. We call them cowards."
"Why, you-" Crabbe yelled before stopping himself. "That boy, is my son, and I can raise him anyway I like!"
As Professor Longbottom and Vincent Crabbe continued arguing, Violet ran over to Evan.
"Are you alright?" she asked worriedly while checking him for bruises. Instead of thanking her, Evan turned to see his father glaring at him. He quickly wrenched his arm out of her grasp and began to walk away from her over to his father's side.
Suddenly, he stopped and faced her with a pained look. "Stay away from me, you filthy little mudblood."
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