Hello! Sorry for the late update, I had an orchestra performance at California Adventure! For the classical pieces, people drifted away, and then we played the Frozen music, and a bunch of haggard parents and mini Elsa's came. THERE WERE SO MANY MINI ELSAS! So yeah. I was very disappointed with how the Super Bowl ended. The Patriots fans at water polo spent an entire 15 minutes of our chalk talk rubbing it in my face. NOT NICE. Anyways, I got the sad news of the Super Bowl when we were driving home, on the bus, and I was the one to break the news. Almost everyone was a Seahawks fan. So, thanks for the reviews!

cupcake1075: I'm writing more right now! I tend to update every Sunday, unless something comes up. Thanks for reading!

Marie E. Brooke: I am never asking you to go 84% honest about my writing every again. Just kidding! It was very eye-opening, you could say… *runs to a corner and starts banging head on laptop and crying* Also, HOW DO YOU PUT IN THE ACCENTS? I WAS FREAKING OUT OVER THE FRENCH PROJECT, AND THEN YOU COME IN AND MAKE IT ALL PERFECT. NOT FAIR, ESPECIALLY SINCE I WROTE MOST OF IT. *cough, cough*

Disclaimer: Yes, yes, I do not own Harry Potter. :( *sniff*

"No!" screamed Lily, whipping out her wand and screaming a spell. "Um, Wingardium Leviosa!" Her hastily cast spell struck Goyle's wand right as the green light was leaving it. However, Lily's meager spell had enough strength in it to knock Goyle's wand point to the ceiling, pushing the spell from its original target of Professor Longbottom.

Goyle stared at the small, defiant girl who just saved a professor of Hogwarts. "You-You little rat!" he snarled, turning to Lily. "I'll make sure that you never touch that filthy wand again!"

Professor Longbottom broke from his statue-like pose and shoved Lily out of harms way, putting himself in between Goyle and the small girl.

"Don't you touch her," he spat, "this is Harry's only daughter, and if you hurt her, than I bet that he won't be too happy about that."

Goyle's eyes widened slightly as he takes in Lily's red hair and brown eyes. "He married a Weasley?" he scoffed.

"Hey!" Lily snapped. "That's my family you're talking about!" Goyle smirked, an exact image of his son.

"Little girl, your parents are blood-traitors," Goyle said condescendly. Lily glared, but Professor Longbottom pushed her further behind him.

"Goyle, leave, now," Professor snarled. "Don't make me do anything to you and your group of friends."

Violet suddenly realized that there was a group of people clad in black huddled behind their leader. Goyle chuckled.

"You're saying that you and those two little first years could hold back us, the followers of the Dark Lord? You're just a pathetic poser, Longbottom."

Professor Longbottom's jaw clenched, and Violet could see his knuckles turning white as he all but crushed his wand.

"Don't be so sure, Goyle," he whispered, and then looked up and smiled grimly. "who said that it was only us?"

Violet turned to Lily in confusion, but Lily only gestured behind her. "Look," her cousin whispered. Violet slowly turned and gasped. Slowly appearing out of the shadows, just like in those adventure movies that her and her dad would watch, were the Hogwarts teachers and some other adults in colorful robes.

"Neville!" a scruffy man shouted cheerfully. "These the buggers you told us about?" Professor Longbottom smiled.

"Hullo Seamus," he called. "I see you brought along the old crew." The man named Seamus chuckled.

"Yep, we got your message and came as soon as we could."

Goyle scowled. "What? How?" he muttered. Seamus held up what looked like a Galleon.

"This," he yelled, "you bumbling baboon butt!" Goyle cursed under his breath.

"Damn those stupid coins," he muttered and drew his wand. "let's not play with toys anymore, Longbottom. Can you handle that?"

Professor Longbottom just smiled and gestured behind him. "Are you sure you can handle us, Goyle?"

Lily turned to Violet. "Violet," she whispered, "we need to get out of here." Violet turned to Lily in shock.

"Are you bloody crazy?" she loudly whispered. "Professor and his friends can't hold off that many people!" Lily smiled.

"Don't you get it? They're the Ministry's best Aurors! They fought Death Eaters when they were seventeen! Also, they have backup coming. Didn't you see those Galleons?" she exclaimed quietly.

"What?" Violet asked. "Wait, what's an Auror, who's the Ministry, and what about the Galleons?" Lily sighed.

"Oh yeah, you don't have much knowledge of the Wizarding World. Well, an Auror is a Dark wizard hunter, the Ministry is like our government, and the Galleons were a special item that only belonged to members of Dumbledore's Army. Auntie Hermione bewitched them when she was younger so that you could send messages through them," she finished proudly.

"Are you sure that they'll be okay?" Violet whispered, peering around and wiping her sweaty palms on her robes. Lily grinned.

"Yeah, they're the best witches and wizards in the world! Come on, Neville's telling us to go." Violet turned to indeed see Professor gesturing to them, pointing secretly in the direction of the Gryffindor common room.

So, even though it tore her heart to just leave cowardly like that, Violet turned with Lily and sped away into the empty hallways that echoed with every step that they took.

"Lily," Violet whispered into the inky black darkness of their dorm room.

"Mmm?" Lily sighed as she turned over on her pillow.

"Do you think that they're okay? That Eva-um, Professor is okay?" Violet asked, feeling the heat rush to her face and knowing that her cousin was softly snickering.

"Don't worry Violet. I'm sure that your boyfriend is just fine," Lily murmured. "Now go to bed." Violet rolled her eyes, but didn't bother to correct her. Too much was on her mind. Suddenly, she heard the tell-tail tap-tap-tap of an owl at the frosty window. "Seriously?" Lily exclaimed in annoyance, but still clumsily staggered to the window and grabbed the letters. "Hm," she grunted. "Hey, Violet! They're for you."

Violet sat up. "For me?" she asked, her eyes wide. "From who?" Lily slowly rubbed sleep out of her eyes and held up her wand.

"Lumos," she whispered, and then grinned. "Well," she said sweetly, holding the "ll" a little too long. "One is from your Dad and Mum, and the other is from your boyfriend." Violet sprang up and began to chase Lily, who was holding the letters above her head with a taunting wave.

"Lily!" Violet screamed. "Give! Them! Here!"

"Never!" Lily called over her shoulder. Suddenly, she paused and then smiled evilly at Violet. "NEVER SAY NEVER!" she screamed in an awful voice. "You see I never thought that I could walk through fire! I never thought that I could take the burn! I never had the strength to take it higher! Until I reach the point of no return!" Violet stopped in her tracks and hastily covered her ears.

"Lily!" she laughingly said. "Please! Stop! You're killing me using Justin Bieber songs!" Lily just shook her head and jumped onto her bed, using the rolled up letters as a microphone.

"And there's just no turnin' back! When your heart's under attack! Gonna give everything I have! It's my destiny!" she yowled, much to the pain of the entire Gryffindor house.

"Who the bloody hell is that?"

"Wait, Lily? Lily Potter, shut up! I don't care who your dad is!"

"Yeah! People are trying to sleep here!"

Lily only laughed and continued to sing, "I WILL NEVER SAY NEVER! I WILL FIGHT FOR FOREVER!"

Finally, a very wise 6th year girl just stuck out her wand and silenced Lily, leaving the Gryffindor house very tired, frazzled, and relieved.

"Finally," Violet mumbled, and then quickly snatched the letters away. A very quiet Lily tried in vain to grab them back, but as she'd lost her power of voice, her weapons were no longer as productive.

Suddenly, a loud thump, and yell of pain from what seemed like Professor Longbottom sent the two Gryffindors serious again. "Lily," Violet whispered. "Ar-Are you sure that they're okay? Oh, why didn't we just stay!" Lily nervously bit her lip and horsley began to give her trembling cousin words of wisdom.

"Violet, my dad told be something before I went to Hogwarts. He said that he knew that I would become a Gryffindor, and that there's something braver than just charging into fights. He said that the bravest people don't charge into every battle. They don't recklessly fight everyone." There, she paused and chuckled. "Bloody hell, I'm sounding like him more and more. Anyways, he told me to be smart about when I should fight or not. That the bravest and best of the DA knew when to fight, and when they would be more of a nuisance. I just thought that this time, we would be more of a nuisance for them because they would have to protect us as well as fight. There's a fine line between being a hero, and being a lunatic."

Violet gazed at her cousin with a new awe. "Thanks," she whispered. "good night."

As Lily pulled her duvet over her head and her breaths became more even, Violet just sat there and thought. After quite a long time of that, she gently pulled the crumpled letters out of their rolled up envelopes.

Dear Vi,

How are you? This is your Dad and Mum. Oh yeah. Sorry Honey. Anyways, we just wanted to check and see how you were doing. If you had made friends, if you were eating your veggies, brushing your teeth, and yeah. Are they treating you well over there? Because if not, we'll go and pick you up right now, and I'll go punch their faces in! Sweetie, you aren't helping. Now Violet, are you okay? Having fun? Please write us back and tell us everything. And stay away from boys! Just ignore your father, Honey-Bunch. Okay? We love you very much. Remember, if a boy is harassing you, a knee to the groin is the best way to go. Dudley Dursley! Don't be telling your daughter such violet things! Please Violet, ignore your father, and tell us if we need to send you anything from home. How an owl will be able to carry things is beyond me. So, this is it for now, Honey-Bunch, we love you, and have fun. (I love you more, and remember, groin kick)

Love, (I'm going to pretend that I didn't see what your father wrote)

Mum, and Dad.

Violet smiled at her parent's antics. They really reminded her of little kids sometimes. Slowly, she put it down, planning to write them back the next morning during her free period. Now, it was time for Evan's letter. She picked up the piece of parchment, curled up closer in her blanket, and began to read his messy, torn, stained letter.

Dear Violet…

Viola! What'd you think? Please let me know in your reviews which you will be writing, right? *wink, wink* Anyways, I have a water polo game in like 10 minutes, so I have to go! Bye!