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A.N. I'm a horrible person and I have no excuse and this update probably isn't worth it, but for those of you who read this on the 5th of August, that's my birthday yay excitement! But ignoring that, I really am sorry for not updating...please don't kill me!

Warning: Characters may be a bit OOC

Thought

"Parseltongue"

"conversation"

"in head conversation"

Chapter 3

Violet pov

I enter the Great Hall for breakfast and immediately get silent stares and whispers, even here in a universe not my own the whispers still follow me, it's almost as though there is no escaping the girl-who-lived, and perhaps there isn't. I attract attention no matter where it is I am I suppose; as I walk towards the Slytherin table, a few of the whispers catch my ear.

"Serpens said she's the Phoenix." I really need to figure out who this so called Phoenix is, because if Serpens is going to convince the school that's who I am, I need idea of how to argue against it, and knowing absolutely nothing about this so called Phoenix probably won't help.

"Her magic is what caused the earthquake and destroyed the grounds yesterday." It wasn't as though I tried to do that, I just lost my temper, well I suppose nobody finds out that I begged a professor to kill me I'll be alright. Great Violet, you're the new student and you're as the girl that is supposedly some Phoenix and suicidal not at all concerning.

"She materialized out of nowhere." I did not materialize from nowhere I was just born in another dimension, people can't actually believe these ridiculous yet in half of the cases true rumors could they…never mind it's Hogwarts they'd believe anything.

"Who do you think she is?" Well I was introduced….actually never mind, I was

"Better yet, where is she from."

"Probably a spy for Grindelwald, after all I heard she has an uncalled for hatred against Riddle, she has to be one of Grindelwald's." I suppose it doesn't matter what universe I'm in, Hogwarts will still have the gossip mill. Sighing I take a seat at the still empty part of the Slytherin table, as far from their hierarchy as I can get at that. Unfortunately I only manage to grab a single piece of bacon before Serpens Black has decided to seat himself in front of me.

"Don't worry about the gossip, it'll clear up within the week, two at the longest, their attention will switch to something new soon." I just scoff, like I'm worried about being the center of the gossip mill's attention, at this point in life I'm more than used to it; thanks a lot for that one Voldemort, and they wonder why I hate Tom Riddle.

"I'm not worried about gossip Black, I am well aware of how a school works. Gossip will happen, especially towards a strange new comer who had a magical outburst that shook the entire school. Has a complete hatred for their head boy nobody else can understand, and came out of nowhere. I know that this will get far worse before it gets any better."

"Well then, you're taking this better than most, most people freak out, really the only other person I've ever seen this calm about being the center of attention in the gossip mill is Riddle."

"Speaking of Riddle, you best go back over there before he loses his patience, they're wearing thin." Serpens looks back at the other end of the table, to see Riddle eating his breakfast calmly, as though nothing is out of the ordinary.

"He looks fine to me." I bite back any of my cutting remarks about Voldemort and his evilness instead opting for a little more subtly…not that it was much admittedly.

"He will hurt you, it is what people like him do." Serpens shook his head giving me a sad smile, that reminded me vaguely of Remus and Sirius.

"People like you?" His words caught me off guard and I actually did a spit-take right on him, he didn't so much as flinch, which admittedly is impressive.

"What?" He quirks a brow at that, as though his question and it's answer were both obvious, but it's not…it's really not.

"Yesterday, you said that you and him were alike; when you went on your rant about why you hate him. You said you were alike…so I would assume that's the kind of thing you do too?"

"No…I don't, I only ever try to protect others from people like him."

"But, how can he be bad if you are like him?"

"Just stop asking questions!" At my outburst my magic surges again, sending Black clear across the Great Hall and most of the food and dishware with him. All eyes turn towards me, and I stand abruptly and leave the Great Hall heading to the Slytherin common room. Once inside I shut the entrance and set up a few wards to keep others from getting in.

"Get ahold of yourself Violet. You are not him, you are nothing like him…he doesn't know love, he'd kill you in a heartbeat. The only person you've ever killed was him and you didn't even want to do that."

"You are new speaker, why do you rant at yourself speaker; why are you upset?" I turn to the source of the voice to find a Black Mamba sitting in a large glass tank, of course the Slytherins would have a snake in their common room.

"It is nothing, I just seem unable to control my magic as of late. When my temper goes so does my magic, and I have no idea why, it's never done this before. Not to mention, I'm in some crazy alternative universe where the guy that always tried to kill me is still my age. Here my dead parents are alive, and apparently they have two children that are a few years younger than me. I don't know who's who in this war because apparently there is no bad house, no restrictions, and I'm just frustrated."

"This person, who is supposed to be bad, you believe he is truly bad here as well?"

"Yes, at least I think so, I don't know, he has to be. But here he's so... I don't know it's weird alright? Not to mention I have nobody to talk to."

"You may speak to me, whenever you wish."

"Thanks, but that's likely easier said than done, people can't know I'm a parseltongue, especially not Riddle."

"You know Tom? Tom is very kind to me, and all snakes, he is kind to his other humans that come in here as well. Tom will be good friend for you, make friend with Tom and you can speak to him."

"Absolutely not, the last thing I need is for him to know I can speak to snakes. We do not get along, please just don't mention this to him or any other snakes."

"As you wish speaker, but you must come speak with me again, you shall feel better…however I believe that someone is trying to get in." Sure enough when I start paying attention I hear a pounding knock at the door…oh I am so in trouble, there is little doubt in my mind that is Snape.

Taking a deep breath I open the door to see exactly what I had been expecting Professor Snape glaring at me, some things will never change, no matter what universe I happen to be in.

"My office now," silently I follow him through one of the doors that leads to another hallway at the end of which is another door, which upon his opening reveals his office, he moves to sit behind his desks and indicates for me to sit in one of the two chairs across from him. Taking a deep breath and releasing slowly I do as indicated and wait for his next words.

"Do you care to explain that little stunt?"

"I didn't mean to do it, I just got frustrated, Serpens wasn't listening to me, and my magic, it sort of just lashed out. Then I ran to the common room and put up wards to keep people out and started ranting at the snake."

"You seem to be having trouble as of late with keeping your temper in check."

"I know professor, and I'm sorry it's just, I'm having trouble adjusting to this place I guess, it's frustrating. I wish I had someone to talk to about it with, but there is nobody that I can talk to."

"If you wish to talk, you may talk with me, it is part of my job as your head of house."

"You wouldn't believe me if I did."

"Try me." And though it went against her better judgement there was something about the potions master that made Violet want to open up. Perhaps it was the familiarity, the fact that he had risked so much in her world, the fact he died in order to protect her…whatever the reason Violet found herself speaking up.

"Well alright, I'm not from here, and I don't mean Scotland or England, I am from England, my family used to live in Godric's Hollow actually. You see, before I materialized here so to speak, I was in Azkaban. I'm sort of from another dimension you could say, one where time ran different, one where Tom Riddle was born in 1926 and grew up to be the man known as Lord Voldemort the darkest wizard in history, whose name people feared to speak. And I was prophesized to defeat him, this scar, he gave to me. Where I am from my Tom Riddle is your Grindelwald."

"Perhaps it would be best to start at the beginning." To her surprise Snape's tone wasn't skeptic, and that was all the reassurance that Violet needed to go on.

"What beginning, the beginning of it all, with how Tom Riddle- how Voldemort came to exist, my beginning of having the scar and being the Girl-Who-Lived, the beginning of my knowledge of the wizarding world; there are a lot of places we could call the beginning, and each one would make the story different."

"Why don't we start at the beginning of your knowledge of the wizarding world, I have a feeling everything else will eventually connect to that yes?"

"Well yeah but, alright, well it all started with the day we went to the zoo for my cousin Dudley's birthday I suppose, it was April. Mrs. Fig, that's my babysitter, well she had broken her leg so I had to go with the Dursley's to the zoo. I had been talking to this snake, and my cousin shoved me down, next thing I know the glass is gone, the snake is escaping and then Dudley was in the tank trapped behind the glass."

"And in this place, muggles are not the slaves to the magical men and women?" The question startles Violet at first but as she thinks it over she can understand how he would have a question like that…all things considered at least.

"No the statute of secrecy still stands, Dumbledore had defeated Grindelwald in 1945, with Grindelwald being sent to the prison he built, and in the 1970s Voldemort had risen to power, and October 31, 1980 he tried to kill me, failed and I got the scar and he vanished up until my first year where he was a wraith living on the back of a professor's head."

"On the back of a professor's head?"

"Quirrel, Defense Against the Dark Arts, anyways back to the story, you see after the zoo, before I knew it the letter arrived, one of thousands really. Each one addressed to where I was sleeping, first the cupboard under the stairs, then the smallest bedroom, then they sent Hagrid to give me my letter upon my eleventh birthday as I hadn't gotten the previous letters."

"You slept in a cupboard?"

"Yes, my aunt and uncle thought it was appropriate, it was only after the first letter arrived that they gave me my cousin Dudley's second bedroom. Anyways like I said, Hagrid arrived; we were staying in this cabin in the middle of nowhere to avoid the thousands of letters being sent. It was just after midnight on July 31, my eleventh birthday, I had just blown out the candles of the cake I had drawn in the dirt, when this loud banging noise sounded at the door."

And as I launched into the story of my first year, Professor Severus Snape stood there listening intently and though I had no idea how he would react when I finished, the fact that he didn't look at me as though I was crazy or something was a slight bit comforting. When I finally finished my tale with how I was locked in Azkaban and Death visiting me and sending me here to aid the boy-who-lived Severus Snape merely nodded his head.

"It sounds to me as though you've had quite the life miss Evanston…or should I call you Potter; that is what you said your true name is; Violet Potter?"

"You know professor when you talk like that I can't tell if you believe me or if you're just mocking me…look I know it's hard to swallow, I have trouble believing it, and it's my life but. I don't know how to convince you I'm telling the truth, you can see my memories I suppose, but I really don't know how to prove anything."

"I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt miss Potter…but do not make me regret it." I felt my jaw drop at those words, never would I have thought that Severus Snape in any universe, time or dimension would give me the benefit of the doubt, and yet here was saying those very words.

"Thank you so much professor, I promise that I wasn't lying, that I'm not lying, and I really am sorry I had asked you to kill me yesterday, it was childish of me…and a coward's way out…it's just that…I guess going to school with the person that murdered everyone I cared for, and I killed in return had a bigger effect on me than I would have thought…does that make sense?"

"Not much, but I believe I understand what it is that you are trying to say; however I would strongly advise you against telling anyone else about any of this…I would also advise you against going places alone. I am not entirely sure you can be trusted not to have another breakdown, given your history and yesterday, and your outburst at breakfast this morning, and given how your magic clearly hasn't stabilized."

I didn't like the idea of what he was hinting at, but I suppose that given my recent suicidal tendencies as of yesterday I shouldn't be all that surprised they want someone to watch me twenty-four seven, and now of course he'll also know to have that person watching for me to attempt to kill Tom Riddle. Maybe I should have thought this through more before agreeing with Death's proposition…okay I know I should have but…I guess a Gryffindor will always be a Gryffindor.

Riddle Pov

After the way breakfast had gone everyone was watching the new girl with curious gazes as we entered into our first class of the day; Defense Against the Dark Arts; her eyes widened and a huge grin overtook her face when she saw professor Lupin; she truly is strange. She then further confused everyone by sitting at the front of the room on the Gryffindor side, that was until Ron Weasley told her in no uncertain terms that Slytherins sit on the other side of the room. As she moved to sit on the Slytherin side of the room she realized the only open seats were in the back or the one next to me.

She promptly moved to take an empty seat in the back of the room, as Professor took roll call he paused upon seeing our newest student sitting in the back of the room. "Miss Evanston, if you wouldn't mind I'd like you to sit up closer to the front." All eyes turned to the girl at the back of the room, her eyes an eerie killing curse green. She seemed to be seriously considering how to answer the professor's request, then she silently grabbed her things and moved to sit in the desk next to mine.

She pulled out some parchment and a quill and watched professor Lupin intently, pulling out my own quill and parchment I listened to Lupin finish taking roll call before setting myself to take notes over his lecture.

"Now as you all know, we will be doing mock-duels on Friday; that gives us today and Wednesday to teach you guys some more spells, but first let's have a quick review, would anyone like to tell Miss Evanston what we've been working on." Serpens unsurprisingly shot his hand into the air, he always did when he thought he could impress a girl that had captured his intrest.

"Mr. Black."

"We've been working on non-verbal spells." That got the girl to sit up and she raised her hand, confusion was written plainly across her face, must not have ever heard of a non-verbal spell before, wouldn't surprise me.

"Yes Miss Evanston?"

"It's just, I learned non-verbal spells in my sixth year professor, and that wasn't even a special instance like when I learned the Patronus charm my third year…this was something our professor taught the entire class."

"You couldn't possibly be able to cast a Patronus, most grown wizards can't cast one." It was none other than Hermione Granger the Gryffindor know-it-all that spoke up. I mean I know more than she does, but I don't show off in a know-it-all manor.

"Perhaps you'd care to demonstrate Miss Evanston…I admit I find myself a little curious to see how strong of a Patronus you could cast." The girl next to me smiled, and she pulled out her wand and stood from her desk, she looked right at Professor Lupin as she softly spoke the words Expecto Patronum. In all regards as quietly as the words were spoken she shouldn't have even managed a silvery mist, so I admit to my shock when a blinding white light burst from her wand and began dancing around the room in the shape of a serpent, she kept staring at it as though in shock.

"Well done Miss Evanston…I must say take ten points to Slytherin."

"It's a snake."

"Yes I see that; were you expecting something else?"

"Actually yes…it's always been a stag…ever since I learned the spell at thirteen. I mean I know that a Patronus can change as a person changes, especially if they do so drastically. Or when, well I have an auror friend who's Patronus changed after she had fell in love with someone else, her Patronus changed to represent him." Her friend is an auror, well it's official this strange girl definitely works for Grindelwald.

"Yes…that is a possibility, do you feel that you've changed enough psychologically that your Patronus could have changed?" She looked contemplative as she thought about it, her eyes drifting towards the snake Patronus still dancing around the room, dancing its towards me, and for some reason she seemed to nod her head as though in understanding as a sad smile overtook her face.

"A bit perhaps, but what I think it is professor is that my Patronus hasn't changed to represent someone I care about, but someone who has influenced me my entire life, who had recently died; it's changed to represent Voldemort." There it was, that name again, the name she had shouted when she had first woken up, a person she talks about with both venom and praise.

"Do you mind my asking how so?" Violet just smiled as she stared at her Patronus, it was sad really given she wasn't putting forth any effort to maintain the thing, it shouldn't have still been dancing around the room.

"He was in Slytherin, and he embodied everything Slytherin stands for to a fault, but he was more than that. Voldemort is the most powerful wizard who has ever lived, the greatest Dark Lord in history, he wasn't a Dark Lord, he was the Dark Lord, and he was the only man I ever killed." That got stunned silence, who would have guessed it, this powerful witch who can cast a fully corporal Patronus has killed.

Before another word could be said, before anyone could react the school's alarm system went off. It was loud and ear piercing, which meant nothing good for the school as every student in the room along with Professor Lupin stiffened, all but the new girl, ignorant to what that particular alarm meant. It wasn't an alarm for an out of control fire, no it was far worse, it was alarm alerting the school that Grindelwald had come for a visit and all staff and students were to meet in the Great Hall.

This alarm wasn't as bad for everyone else as it was for myself and Dumbledore; Dumbledore after all was the only to ever openly oppose Lord Grindelwald from the very beginning. And I myself, it was like attending my own execution every time I went because I could never know if he would try to kill me, the Boy-Who-Lived.