So… I'm super sorry for not updating, but I was just super busy. Wait, I did, not update last week, right? I don't know. I can't think right now. So, I just wanted to thank everybody who read this story, and who's reading this chapter. I really appreciate the support. I didn't update last week because I got my laptop confiscated for chatting too much with Marie E. Brooke. *cough* So, yeah. This chapter might suck since I typed it up on my phone while driving to a water polo tournament. (I hate salty pools. I'M SALTY RIGHT NOW!) So, yeah. Read on!
Disclaimer: Please don't make me say it. *whimpers* Fine. I don't own Harry Potter.
"Merlin's beard," Violet whispers, and rushes forward. However, a small hand pushed her back.
"Really, Neville?" Professor Flitwick squeaked. "Why did you bring a student with you?" Professor Longbottom just stared at his dirty trainers.
"Sorry," he mumbled, "wasn't really thinking." Professor Flitwick sighed and turned back around. "Come on, Violet," Professor Longbottom whispered. "Let's go." Violet, however, began to walk closer.
"Evan?" she asked timidly. Evan stared at her with tortured eyes.
"Get away from me, you monster," he whispered. "Get away from me." Violet gasped and stared at him.
"What happened to you?" she said, biting her lip to keep back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Evan began to stand up.
"Get away from me, mudblood!" he screamed wildly, charging at her with his wand outstretched. "Crucio!"
"No!" yelled Professor Longbottom, jumping in front of Violet. The spell hit him right in the chest, and he fell to the floor, writhing in agony. However, after a few seconds, he was on his feet again. Professor stared at Evan with realization. "Let's go Violet," he muttered, his eyes still on Evan's face. "Now." Violet unfroze and backed out of the office, staring at the boy who had broken down, crying.
"Violet," Professor Longbottom murmured. "Are you alright?" Violet stared at her professor with disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" she exclaimed. "You were just hit by a Cruciatus Curse, and you're asking me if you're okay?" Professor Longbottom smiled and rubbed his eyes.
"History sure does have a way of repeating itself," he muttered. Violet glanced at him.
"Um, what?" Professor Longbottom just smiled vaguely and patted her on the head, almost dreamlike.
"Let's just say that your boyfriend never wanted to hurt anyone when he cast that spell." He smiled and began to mutter under his breath. Violet caught, "department," "mysteries," "Harry," and "fifth." She shook her head to herself. She'd always known that her professor was crazy.
"If Evan didn't want to hurt anyone, then why'd he cast the spell in the first place?" she asked, trying to pull Neville out of Dreamland.
"Well, that's the question, isn't it," Professor Longbottom murmured, and the chuckled to himself. "Merlin's pantsuit, I sound like Dumbledore."
Now, Violet could actually think of multiple ways how he sounded like a dumb door, but for now, she just wanted to sleep.
"Um, I'm going to bed, Professor. Goodnight," she muttered as he smiled at her, before opening a glass case where a rubied sword stood.
"Good night, Violet," he called, while pulling out the sword. Violet shook her head. If her immature professor wanted to play with sharp objects while delirious, well, that was up to him.
"Violet. VIOLET!" Lily yelled.
"What?" Violet snapped.
"Yeesh, no need to bite my head off, I just wanted to ask you to turn you wand off. The glow's really annoying."
Violet stared at her cousin. "My wand isn't on, what're you talking about?" she asked, turning to face Lily.
"Hmm, I could've sworn that I saw something glowing from your bunk. Well, good night," Lily whispered, as their bunk mates had begun to be annoyed with their little chat.
Violet shook her head at Lily's imagination, and rolled onto her side. Why on Earth would her bunk be glowing? Gradually, she fell asleep, and landed right in the middle of a really weird dream.
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"Violet, are you there?" a familiar voice sounded out from the mist. Violet tried to move, but her legs seemed stuck to the ground, well, it wasn't really ground, more like misty vapor. "Violet," the voice echoed again. "Where are you?" I'm here! She tried to scream, but her voice seemed to be stuck inside of her. "I can't do this for long," the voice whispered, getting weaker and weaker. "He's getting stronger inside of me. I can't control my father's power. Did you figure out the letter? Listen closely, I need your help. I need you to-" the voice froze, and Violet was left alone. Who are you? She screamed in her head. "Leave, now," the voice finally whispered. "He's coming. Leave."
Violet shot up in her bed, trying to get rid of the feeling of someone squeezing the life out of her lungs, and rolled over. When she woke up, she remembered nothing of the strange dream but the soft, mysterious voice. Nothing.
Evan never showed up to class the next day. Violet had looked for the Slytherin, but there seemed to be no trace of him. She'd even resorted to asking some of his nasty friends. The bumbling baboons were of no help whatsoever. Finally, it was Herbology. The one class with answers.
She suffered through squeezing bright green pus from trees, petting the leaves of a plant that also wanted to bite off her fingers, and slaved away finishing ridiculously complicated drawings and labeling. Finally, it was the end of class. Hopefully, her good behavior would earn her some answers.
As soon as she took one step towards the front of the classroom, Neville paled, and spun on the spot. Yes, spun. Like a dancer. She stopped in her tracks and stared at her professor doing pirouettes in the center of the classroom. Finally, he stopped, out of breath.
"Damn it," he muttered, "I always forget that there's no apparating in Hogwarts. Hermione drummed it into my mind, but stilI, I forget." Violet ignored his rambling, and cut to the chase.
"Where's Evan?" she demanded. Professor Longbottom sighed, and rubbed his forehead. The ecstaticness that she'd witnessed the other night was gone and replaced with weariness.
"I'm sorry Violet, I really am, but I can't tell you. I'm already in trouble for bringing you to McGonagall's office, and if I give it away, than the Order will kill me," he said, trailing off as Violet's face grew darker and darker.
"Fine. Don't tell me. I'll just be forced to find out myself," she said, and sauntered off, tripped, and then blushingly stood up and sauntered away again.
Violet couldn't sleep. So far, owls haven't been able to reach Evan, and just returned to the icy window, confused and cold. After about eleven owls, she gave up and returned to sulking on her bed. Finally, she decided to stalk the corridors and look for Evan herself. He had to be in Hogwarts. Right? As she stumbled over Lily's strewn robes, Lily herself woke up.
"Violet? What are you doing?" she blearily asked, rubbing her eyes. "Ohhh," she said, "you're going exploring, aren't you?" Violet sighed.
"Fine," Violet muttered, "I'm going exploring. Are you going to turn me in?" Lily stared at her with an indignant expression on her face,
"I can't believe that you think that I'd do that! No! I just wanted to tell you that I have something that might help you." Lily sprang up and threw open her trunk. "Here." Lily shoved a ragged piece of parchment into Violet's hand. Violet sighed.
"Your Transfiguration notes?" she asked. Lily rolled her eyes.
"Nope, here, let me do it." Lily grabbed the parchment and brought out her wand. "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good," she whispered and tapped her wand to the paper. Violet stared with astonishment and ink traveled across the page, painting a picture of Hogwarts.
"Where'd you get that?" she exclaimed. Lily just shrugged.
"I found it in my dad's drawer. He won't need it anymore. It's not like he goes to Hogwarts anymore."
Together, the two made their way out of the common room to the corridors. Laughing nervously, they snaked their way to towers and rooms, dodging Peeves and the ghosts on their way. Suddenly, Violet felt a cold metal blade on the back of her neck.
"Lily?" she whispered. There was no response. She slightly turned her head, and saw a pair of familiar blue, wide eyes.
"Come on, Mudblood," they seemed to whisper. Violet gasped. It was the same voice from the dream.
So, what did you think? Like it? Hate it? Please let me know! Anyways, I don't think that I'll be able to update next week as I have a *gulps* Certificate of Merit theory test and examination. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Yeah. Feel bad for me. Anyways, thanks for reading! A la prochaine!