Hi! How are you guys? I'm going to publish a Georgelina oneshot after this, so please check it out. Anyways, enjoy this chapter, I was partially asleep while writing this, so be warned. Also, thanks so much you guys, this story now has 10 reviews! Thank's so much for the support.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Dang, I hate writing that.
Anyways, read on!
"I need Violet. Professor… I need to talk to you."
Professor Longbottom and Violet stared at the disheveled boy. However, Professor Longbottom was the first to break out of the stupor and approach the trembling Slytherin.
"What do you need, boy," he asked kindly, despite the fact that he'd just been telling horrific stories about Evan's father.
Evan stumbled backwards, still not seeing Violet huddled in a plush chair. "He-He's threatening to hand me over to his Death Eater friends. Th-They want to hunt you down, Professor. They want to-to kill you."
Violet gasped and then immediately clapped her hand over her mouth. She'd forgotten that she should stay silent. Evan spun around and for the first time, saw Violet. "Dursley," he whispered.
Violet cleared her throat awkwardly and turned away. Why was she blushing?
"Yeah. Um, well, yeah." she mumbled. Seriously? Yeah, um, well, yeah? She lectured herself in her brain. But this was Evan Ancrum. Why did she care?
Professor Longbottom cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence that'd settled on the three like heavy fog. "Violet, do you mind if Mr. Ancrum and I have a little chat?" he murmured to Violet's ear. Violet was about to protest, but then realized that it was a question with only one answer.
"Oh. Fine. I'll see you tomorrow, Professor." She then turned and wandered out of the door. And then turned right around and pressed her ear to the now closed door.
"Professor," she faintly heard through the thick, heavy, wooden door. "you need to leave. My father has friends. Old Death Eaters. They all want revenge. On you." She then heard a dry chuckle from Professor Longbottom.
"Why, I'm honored that they want revenge on me. Why me and not more important people like Harry, or Draco, or Ron?" he asked, chuckling despite the solum situation. Violet heard a soft padding sound, like footsteps on soft carpet.
"I-I don't know, Professor. They were talking about you being a wimp who wasn't worthy to be a wizard." There, Evan paused. "Erm, no offense sir."
"And none taken. Well, so they think that I'm a wimp, do they? Those dirty, cowardly scoundrels." Professor Longbottom spat.
"But Professor," Evan asked. "what are you going to do? They're coming for you. They want to hurt you. Father wants me to be sent to a different school. He says that I'm not acting like a pureblood." Violet heard the squeaking of a person rising from a chair.
"Well, I don't suppose I can do much anything. Don't worry. I won't let Gregory Goyle hurt me, nor you," Professor Longbottom said heavily, before sighing. "I'm not going to let him do anything. No one is going to get hurt from your father anymore."
Violet backed away from the door and ran back to her dormitory like she should've a long time ago. When she reached the common room of the Gryffindor house and collapsed, panting in front of the fire, she only had one thought on her mind.
What was going to happen to Professor Longbottom and Evan?
Violet didn't see much of Evan the next day, nor the next. He seemed to have disappeared in thin air. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and stormed up to Professor Longbottom's office door and knocked as hard as she could.
A rumpled and sleepy Professor Longbottom opened the door. "Oh, Violet," he mumbled in between yawns. "what are you still doing up?" Violet just glowered at him.
"Where's Evan Ancrum?" she demanded. Professor Longbottom froze in the middle of a huge yawn and swallowed.
"Um, well, you see," he mumbled, "that information can not be revealed to students." Violet glared and pretended that she was just as tall and just as big and just as wise as her Professor.
"Don't go on telling me the confidential stuff. You tell me right now, Professor! Where. Is. Evan?!" she yelled. Professor Longbottom stared at her in astonishment, and then laughed.
"Well, aren't you just like your uncle. I still remember when he stood up to the horrid Umbridge." He chuckled. "Ah, those good ol' days."
Violet was still glaring. "Oh, um, right." Professor muttered. "Well, you see, it seems that Evan's father pulled him out of Hogwarts yesterday. He's sending him to Durmstrang."
Violet's eyes widened and for a brief instant, she seemed on the verge of tears. Then, her eyes hardened and she marched right up to him. "You promised him!" she yelled. "You promised that his father was never going to take him away! That his father was never going to hurt him again! You said that you were going to keep him safe! You-You liar!" she screamed before turning and sprinting out.
"Violet, Violet wait!" she heard, but she kept running, her own tears blinding her eyes. "Violet!" Professor Longbottom's heavy footfalls rang behind her. "Violet, wait up!" She heard heavy panting. "Violet, I know that you're upset." Violet spun to face the flushed professor.
"Upset? Upset! You promised my friend that you were going to keep him safe from the monster that he called his father! You broke that promise, and you aren't the least bit upset about it! I get that he's your enemy's son, but he's just a boy! So why do you hate him? I thought that you were a good guy, Professor Longbottom. But I guess that I was wrong." With that, Violet began to storm away from the speechless man.
"Violet, I-I don't hate Evan. Yes, I hate his father, but I would never put labels on an innocent boy just because of how his father acts. That would make me no better than the Death Eaters." Professor Longbottom paused. "I tried to stop him from taking Evan, I really did try, but they took him anyways. I'm still trying to get him back. I'm going to keep trying. But, but just stick with me, okay? Oh, and I'll ignore the fact that you eavesdropped on a very private conversation."
Violet bit her lip. "I just don't want Evan to get hurt." Professor Longbottom smiled.
"I'll make sure that he isn't. I swear, I won't let your Evan get hurt." Violet humphed in annoyance.
"He's not, my Evan!"
A few days after that night, Violet was woken up at a loud banging. She jerked upwards and glanced at the woken-up Lily.
"What's going on?" she whispered to her cousin. Lily just shook her head. She didn't know. They came to a mutual agreement. They were going to find out.
As the duo sneaked down the deserted hallway, the banging got louder. Suddenly, as they got closer to the noise, a familiar voice began yelling. Professor Longbottom.
Violet gasped and began to run, dragging Lily in tow behind her. They paused in the middle of a hallway, and saw what the noises were. There, glaring at each other, stood Gregory Goyle and Professor Longbottom. Behind Gregory Goyle, stood a large crowd of glowering men and women dressed in black and pointing their wands at one person: Professor Longbottom.
"It's time we get the payback we deserve," Goyle sneered and then raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"
Voila! What do you think? Please review! Thank you so much you guys. Also, I might not be able to publish a new chapter next Sunday as I will be going with my orchestra to California Adventure Park. On Super Bowl Sunday. Playing the Frozen soundtrack. So yeah. Oh, that reminds me, are you guys Seahawks or Patriots? Or do you hate football and aren't going to watch the Super Bowl. I'm going to have to go to a Super Bowl Party the second I get home from California Adventure Park. Well, as my friend would say, sucks to suck! Bye!