Hi! I'm really sorry about skipping a week, but well, my parents forgot to tell me that we were going on vacation. So, yeah... Anyways, I'm really sorry if this chapter isn't that good because I went to my brother's friend's mom's funeral, and well, not the best mood to be in while writing this type of story. Anyways, thanks for the views, and the reviews!

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Thanks for the review! I'm sorry for the ucky/horrible waits, but I have a really busy schedule. And I doubt that my parents will allow me to quit school. I will ask them just for you. ;) About the grammar, well, I have a Grammar Nazi friend, and she got it nailed into my brain. Thanks for the review!

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Well... LUCKY BUTT. I WANT TO GO TO THAT LIBRARY!

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Harry Potter. The magical (see what I did there) J.K. Rowling does. *sighs* I both hate and lover her.

On we go!

"Violet. Violet! Violet Dursley! You come back here right now!" Lily screamed, marching to catch up with her cousin who was frantically speeding away.

Violet sighed and spun around, throwing Lily's hand off her shoulder. "What?" she asked angrily. "What do you want me say?" she said, almost laughing from the hurt. "Do you want me to say, 'oh, I'm fine, Lily' and then run off skipping into the sunset with you, forgetting everything that I just heard? Or do you want me to collapse, sobbing, so that you can have something to do. So that you won't feel worthless! Do you need me to feel anguish so that people will stop comparing you to your dad? Well guess what, Lily. You are worthless. You do nothing but come up with terrible plans, hurt people, and you just need to be a hero."

As soon as she said that terrible monologue, Violet felt terrible, but the guilt was reduced to a faint twinge, as her hatred and anger fueled her mouth. Instead, she just continued spouting hurt to the one person who stood with her, watching her face fall, and watching her eyes fill with glistening tears.

"You're a selfish pig who puts people down to feel good!" Violet screeched. "Just go away, Lily. Just go away!"

Lily stood rooted to the floor, staring at the monster who once was her family, friend, and the closest she had to a sister. Finally, she spun on her heel, and sprinted away, leaving Violet panting, and shaking.

Violet fell to her knees, huddling there on the ground. Tears dripped from her eyes, and she shivered, disgusted with herself.

"Who am I?" she whispered, angrily wiping away her tears. "You don't deserve to cry, Violet, you're an evil, monster," she lectured, before falling silent. She sat there, rocking back and forth on the ground, until finally, she stood up, almost robotically, and walked calmly back to the common room. Numbly, she sat on her bed, and just, thought. She needed to find Evan, if it was the last thing she did.

The next day for Violet, was at the very least, depressing. And that was putting it nicely. Lily refused to speak to her, for good reason, but still, it hurt. Now that she didn't have Lily, well, who else did she have? Violet began to realize how few friends she had. Numbly, she sat at the very end of the table, and began to eat her lumpy porridge. Even food didn't taste good on this day.

Throughout the day, she began to notice the whispers, the rumors, and the comments. She became aware of the cliches glancing at her, and then whispering frantically.

The last straw, however, was when Lily strutted by with Rose and Al, and simply brushed her off, complete with a hair flip. Violet managed to grab her wrist and flung her around.

"Wha-Bloody hell, Violet!" Lily gasped, attracting the attention of gangs of witches and wizards around. "What're you bloody doing?"

"We need to talk," Violet muttered, dragging her away to the very private spot of behind a tree. Al and Rose awkwardly mingled, standing almost like bodyguards for Lily.

Lily rolled her eyes and sighed. "You wanted to talk to me?" she reminded roughly.

"Yeah, um, well, I, um just wanted to, uh, tell you that," Violet trailed off trying to grasp the few shards that were left of her dignity.

"Yes?" Lily asked impatiently.

"Fine. Look, I'm sorry, okay? I don't know what I was thinking, I-I was just worked up, and I was mad, and I just took it out on you, I guess," Violet finished, waiting for a response, but only hearing the sounds that you hear from behind a tree.

Lily stared at her, examining her response. "Okay!" she said cheerfully, and then grabbed Violet's hand and began walking away. "Did you hear about the third year Hufflepuff who threw a party and got a house elf drunk?"

Violet stared at her cousin, a little surprised with the quick apology, but shrugged. Well, better than the other way around.

"Merlin's beard? Really? Who was it? Wait, was it the same one who got caught snuggling with a Thestral?"

The rest of the week was as normal as you can get when you live in a boarding school among immensely hormonal magical teens and tweens. Of course, there was the occasional wand malfunction and melted cauldron, as well as Peeves starting a food fight in the Great Hall, but overall, it was the calmest week of Violet's first year at Hogwarts.

So, of course, Violet ruined it by planning for the craziest journey she would ever take. The thing was, she had no idea where Evan was, or even, well, anything. He could be in Albania, Bulgaria, or even, Australia. No book could give her any answers. But, she couldn't give up. She just couldn't give up on him, Violet knew that he was out there, just waiting for her to come and find him.

Finally, she decided to put away the books for the night and start on her Potions essay, that was due the next morning. Always the procrastinator.

Sadly, her brain began failing her, and she couldn't find any portion of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi on Wiggentree.

"Lily!" she called downstairs to where her cousin was snuggling with her Pygmy Puff. "Can I look at your Potions essay?"

"Um, sure," Lily replied distractedly as it started blowing rings of pink smoke into the air. "It's under my bed somewhere."

"Thanks," Violet answered and lumbered over to their bunks. Slowly, she lowered onto her knees, and peered into the dusty space.

"Where is it?" she muttered to herself, finally peeking under her own bunk. "Ah, there it is," she mumbled, before reaching to grab it, and then standing up. Well, trying to stand up, as she'd forgotten to remove her head, and bashed it against the wood underneath.

"Ow!" she yelled, but her eyes rested on a rather funny piece of parchment. It seemed to be, glowing. Now that couldn't be right. But it was. Cautiously, she grabbed it and stood up, this time avoiding bashing her skull open.

Hesitantly, she turned it around in her hands, eyeing it for any indication of what it was.

Suddenly, it glowed red hot, and Violet dropped it in surprise. A messy scrawl traveled along the side of it.

Well, took you long enough. It wrote. Violet gasped. Frantically, she searched for a quill. You know, you can just talk. I can hear you through this. Appeared on the parchment.

"Evan? Er, Ancrum?" she whispered, checking to make sure that no one else was approaching.

No. It's just Dumbledore risen from the dead. Oh course it's Evan you idiot! Violet scowled at the paper.

"Oh shut up. Now, where are you?" she asked snootily. Well, let's just say that I'm in a magical place, closer to you than you think. But you have to know what you want to see me.

"What?" Violet angrily said, "That makes no sense! Tell me where you are, so that I can bust you out of it!"

There was no response from the paper. "Come on you jerk! Answer me!" Violet shouted, before quickly lowering her voice.

Violet, it wrote hesitantly, promise me that you won't come looking for me. It's for your own good.

Violet snorted sarcastically. "Oh please. They're keeping you hostage in there! Just bloody tell me where you are for Merlin's sake!"

Promise me Violet. I don't want to hurt you, but if you come, someone will hurt you and Lily.

"Tell me who! I can tell Professor Longbottom, and he can help!" Violet cried.

That oaf? Please. But seriously, don't. I have to go now. Bye, and by the way, Wiggentree is on page one hundred fifty-three.

"Bye, Evan," she whispered, before shutting the parchment and tucking it under her pillow.

"Whatcha doing, Violet?" Lily asked, looking curiously at her frazzled cousin who was pouring over maps and frantically writing down locations. "It's not like you to be reading this stuff. You just like your Muggle fantasy stuff. Beats me why. What book is named The Fault In Our Stars? It makes no sense."

"Um, yeah, go check the kitchens," Violet muttered distractedly. "I'm busy."

Lily rolled her eyes, and brandished her wand. "Now, don't make me tickle you," she crowed. Violet immediately looked up and cowered in fear.

"Please! No! The last time, you didn't stop even after I fell off my bed!" she yelled dramatically. "Now shut up. I'm trying to find a magical place thats 'closer to me than I know.'"

Lily smirked, and knocked the map out of her hands. "Did you ever maybe think of, oh I don't know. Hogwarts?" she yelled.

Violet stared up at her in astonishment. "Yes! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" She screamed, while she sprinted out of the room, hugging Lily on her way out.

Lily shook her head. Muggles. She'd never understand them.

*winces* How was it? Please let me know! Bye!