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After leaving the orphanage, Quirrell returned to his home and while he busied himself with some menial task, Lord Voldemort used the time to fall into thought.

When Dumbledore had requested for Quirrell to be the one to inform Violet Potter of their world, the Dark Lord had been quite surprised. He had never forgotten the Potter name, nor the behaviour of the twins that fateful night.

He still recalled Rose, bawling away while her sister merely regarded him with curiosity, even after he had killed their parents. He knew for a fact that his killing curse had hit Violet rather than the other girl, who he had definitely been aiming at too.

That was why he had been surprised and rather confused when he had learned that Rose Potter had been the one declared the Girl-Who-Lived. He'd wondered whether Violet had ended up dying after all, and hadn't felt as satisfied as he would have had it been Rose instead.

And then years later he'd learned that both girls were alive but separated. Rose had been sent to caring, albeit, Muggle relatives, and Violet had been taken to a Muggle orphanage. He'd learned that while Rose knew the truth about their world and had even visited it, Violet evidently knew nothing at all.

Voldemort had actually seen Rose just the other day. She had been in Diagon Alley and he hadn't been particularly pleased at the sight of her. Those Muggles she was living with had spoiled her beyond belief, and she was far too whiny, expecting the world to lay down at her feet. Everyone had known who she was, and it was obvious that she had been greatly enjoying all the attention that had been on her.

And it was because of that that he had been so curious to see what Violet had turned out to be like. He'd been pleased when Quirrell had gone out to inform her of everything because it ended up giving him the perfect opportunity to not just observe, but also interact with the girl himself.

Voldemort hadn't been able to see anything at first, so he'd listened closely as Quirrell informed the Matron of who he was and what he was doing here, hiding the truth about magic, naturally. He'd listened as the Matron spoke a little about the girl, and had been surprised by what she had to say. The girl was different, that was for sure, and from what he was hearing, not very well liked either. And then he'd listened as Quirrell had entered the girl's room and introduced himself, hearing her do the same.

She sounded polite, not only unlike her sister, but also unlike the way she had just been described. Still, he'd waited patiently and when Quirrell finally mentioned Hogwarts by name, he took the chance and seized control over his body as he was occasionally able to do when he had enough strength built up.

Finally he'd gotten his first look at her.

Seated on the edge of her bed, back straight, head high with confidence, dressed in an old and rather tattered grey shirt and skirt-likely what all the girls wore in the orphanage, she gave off an air of confidence.

The room was small but tidy, and there was water damage to the walls, and some of the paint was peeling off, and the window was covered in grime that looked as if it couldn't even be removed. But despite all this, it was the shocked look on Violet's face that drew the most of his attention.

It was obvious that she was having a hard time believing what she had just heard, but he knew immediately that she was very, very different from her sister.

Violet's magic was dark. Not as pure a dark as his own was, not quite that much, but it was certainly darker than he had been expecting it to be, especially for someone who was only eleven. And with this revelation in mind, he began to speak to her, uncaring about the sudden lack of a stutter. He didn't expect her to notice the change due to her surprise.

He told her about magic and even demonstrated it for her when he realized that she didn't believe him, though he did so without setting fire to her prized possessions (as a certain someone had done to his many years ago). He told her of the different bloods, and he told her of her family. And then he told her of the Dark Lord, finding it a little strange to be speaking about himself without having to reveal it as such. She needn't know the truth.

Not just yet, at any rate.

He told her of the Girl-Who-Lived title, and how Dumbledore had sent Rose to live with relatives while bringing her to this orphanage. When he informed her his theory of why, he was caught off guard by her sudden outburst, and amused by the endearing flush on her cheeks when she realized how she had reacted.

And when he wished her a happy birthday, he was shocked to find out that she hadn't even known it was today. Had it really been so hard for Dumbledore to write down both her name and birth date before leaving her on the front steps? Even he had known of his own, despite not caring for it much.

He continued on to tell her about Diagon Alley, not surprised when she claimed she would rather go alone (he'd been the same, after all), and went on to explain the Hogwarts Houses and Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

The other thing that didn't surprise him was the disappointment that crossed her face when she heard that she would have to return to the orphanage each summer. He could easily sympathize with that.

...Sympathize? Since when did he feel sympathy for another?

When finished, he relinquished control back to Quirrell, allowing him to say the farewells. He had used up too much of his energy and he needed to begin restoring it immediately.

Violet Potter, strangely enough, reminded the Dark Lord of himself, and he was curious to learn more about her.

Would she change upon arriving at Hogwarts? Or would this behaviour continue? Where would she be sorted? Slytherin would fit her very well, he knew. Though there was no denying that her parents and sister were all true Gryffindors, and judging by the brief outburst she'd had, she had some Gryffindor in her too.

Would she break away from the Potter mould then? He was going to have to wait and see, and if there was one thing the Dark Lord Voldemort was, it was patient.

Violet was pretty sure she was in shock. She was a witch. Magic actually existed. And she could actually use it! It was the strangest thing she had ever heard in her life and yet, it somehow seemed to make perfect sense to her. It was like there was a part of her that had been waiting all this time to hear something like this.

Blindly, Violet reached for the list again. She wanted to go over it properly.

A uniform of black robes, textbooks, equipment like a cauldron, brass scales, a telescope and, of course, a wand. Then there were added notes that students could bring a cat, toad, or an owl, and that first year students weren't allowed their own broomsticks.

"This...really isn't a joke, is it?" Violet said to herself in a mumble. She was still unsure of what to think about all of this, if she was being honest.

Lowering the list, she used her train ticket as a bookmark. This would be the safest place to keep it for now. Maybe she'd have a better way to hide her things once she returned from Diagon Alley. If it existed, that is.

Sliding off the bed and onto her feet, Violet glanced down at herself and grimaced when she realized she had met one of her possible future professors while dressed in the ugly, tattered Starlight 'uniform', as they called it. Well that was a bit embarrassing. She was glad he hadn't brought it up.

Violet hated being poor. She was smart and polite and kind, but no one ever looked past her clothing. The fact that she was an orphan didn't seem to help matters either because for some daft reason, people tended to associate stupidity with having no parents. What they actually had to do with each other she didn't know, but if everything Professor Quirrell had said was true, then this was the perfect chance to change things.

He'd said she had money, so she could use that to fix her image, since she wasn't going to have to buy second hand clothes anymore. And if people at Hogwarts, like the Muggles around her, thought that being an orphan meant she wasn't smart well, Violet was going to have to prove them all wrong.

She went into her wardrobe to fish out the least ruined clothing she had, which ended up being an old pair of blue jeans that were very worn out, and a black jumper that was so thin it was basically just a shirt. Violet brushed out her hair, then sighed. This was the best she was going to get.

Gathering her list and key, Violet left her room, hoping no one would come snooping when she was gone. They couldn't lock doors around here, which really sucked, and things had been stolen from her before because of it.

Making her way over to the common area, Violet didn't have to look hard to find the Matron seated in front of the television. With an inward sigh, Violet cleared her throat to get her attention.

"What, Potter?"

Violet hesitated for a brief moment, always having hated the woman's cruel behaviour and rude attitude. "Professor Quirrell informed me about the boarding school. I'll be leaving on the first of September and won't be returning until the beginning of summer break at the end of June."

"Good. Your room will stay like it is."

Violet nodded, even though the woman wasn't going to see it because she wasn't looking at her. "I need to go out today to get my school supplies." They weren't allowed to leave without getting permission first.

"Fine."

"Thank you, ma'am." Saying nothing more, Violet left the old, run down building, sighing in relief once she was outside. It had been days since she'd last been out. The Matron tended to avoid giving her permission to leave, though she'd never really understood why. She just figured it was another form of punishment.

Violet stood on the doorstep, staring down at it and remembering Quirrell's words. Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts and Leader of the Light had left her right here. Left her alone, in the middle of the night, in November.

Why?

Yes, Rose was the Girl-Who-Lived and was in more danger than Violet herself was, but that didn't mean that she could just be tossed aside like yesterday's garbage or something.

Biting back a scowl, Violet descended the steps and began to walk, looking both ways before crossing the street as she reached the first intersection, following the directions she had been given...

It didn't take Violet too long to find the Leaky Cauldron, and she entered the pub with some apprehension, not quite sure what she was supposed to expect.

It was kind of dark and shabby inside, but there were already a number of patrons even despite the early time. No one noticed her or paid her any attention if they did, and Violet was perfectly fine with that as she used it as a chance to observe those around her.

Most everyone was dressed in robes of different colours and were talking about things that made absolutely no sense to her at all. And there was a strange...feeling in the air-one Violet wasn't sure she'd ever felt before. It was almost as if it was just magic-that she was feeling magic.

But that didn't really make any sense, did it?

Nervousness building a little, Violet bit down on her bottom lip in an attempt to squash the emotion and approached the bar, behind which an elderly man stood wiping a glass with a rag. "Excuse me," she called up, trying to get his attention.

Luckily, he noticed her immediately and looked down at her with a kind smile. "Well good morning there, young miss. Are you looking to get into the Alley?"

"Yes, sir. Could you please show me how to get through?"

"Well now, those are some good manners for someone so young." He set down the glass and rag and stepped around the bar to join her. "Come on this way then," he said with a smile. But as he led her into a small courtyard, he glanced down at her and said, "You look awfully familiar, young miss."

Violet, who had been looking around the dead ended space curiously, paused and after a beat of hesitation said, "I'm sure it's just a coincidence. I've never been here before."

She probably could have just told him her name, but after finding out her twin sister was, apparently, famous, she wasn't sure how people would react to her. She didn't want any extra attention on her anyway. Frankly, the longer she went unnoticed, the better.

"Hmm..." Tom looked down at her for a moment longer but seemed to decide not to question it any further and tapped the bricks on the wall in front of them in a specific looking pattern.

Violet stared ahead in surprise as the brick wall began to move, shifting into an archway. She started through, then remembered her manners and thanked the innkeeper before continuing on alone, stepping onto the cobblestoned walk, her head turning this way and that as she tried to keep her jaw from dropping at the sights around her.

This was all so unbelievable, and amazing, and...real. She couldn't believe it.

Slowly, Violet walked forward, following the path, still looking around curiously, taking in as much as she could as she made her way to the bank, as Quirrell had instructed her to do.

There were so many people around her, going in and out of the many strange shops, dressed in colourful robes, chatting merrily over their odd purchases.

She saw a plump, red haired woman muttering about how expensive dragon liver was, and was forced to side step around an older woman with a vulture stuffed hat, her huge red handbag nearly smacking her in the face. The woman didn't even notice this though, too busy reprimanding a dark haired, round faced boy.

Violet kept walking and it wasn't long before she reached the bank-a building so large that it towered over everything else, its snow white colour causing it to stand out even more than its great size did. So, this was Gringotts, huh?

Violet started up the steps, catching her first sight of a goblin, who bowed her through the bronze doors. But inside, she found herself standing before a second set of doors, these ones silver with some sort of warning etched into them.

Violet cocked a brow, intrigued, but stepped through them and was immediately impressed by the massive marble hall she was now standing in. There was a very long counter and more goblins were seated behind it, scribbling away, weighing coins, and examining jewels. There were lots of people here too, the goblins leading them in and out of various doors.

"That you, Rose?" called a booming voice. "...Ignoring me now, are yeh?"

Violet didn't react to the voice or person speaking until a massive hand landed on her shoulder. She turned then, and stared at the largest man she had ever seen before in her life. Propriety completely forgotten, Violet couldn't look away.

"What've yeh done with yer glasses, Rose?" asked the man with a frown.

Violet blinked, and then realized that this was her first case of mistaken identity. "I'm sorry," she said, "but my name is Violet, not Rose."

The stranger blinked and repeated her name. But instead of apologizing for the mistake and walking away, he started to grin. "Violet! I haven' seen yeh since yeh were just a little baby!"

Now Violet was the one blinking. "Um, may I ask who you are?"

He kept grinning. "Name's Hagrid. Keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. Yeh here for yer school stuff?"

Violet nodded. "Yes."

They ended up talking for a few more minutes before Hagrid suddenly decided that he would accompany Violet through Gringotts. While Violet would have preferred to be alone, she ended up agreeing mostly because she didn't want to be rude (and maybe because she was a little nervous), and let Hagrid lead her to one of the tellers.

Hagrid was the one to speak to the goblin, and Violet handed over her key which, after a quick examination, was passed back to her. She was quite curious however when Hagrid mentioned he had a letter from Dumbledore about a "You-Know-What" in vault seven hundred and thirteen.

Why was he saying it like that? Was it really that big of a secret or something? And even if it was a secret, why say it in a way that would only draw more attention to it? Giving it, whatever it was, a codename would have been not only easier but smarter as well.

Violet didn't get to think about it for much longer though because the goblin teller called another one of his kind-Griphook, who led them away, and Violet was quite shocked to see the stone passageway, narrow and lit with flaming torches. It was the complete opposite of the elaborate marble hall she had just been in.

The three of them got into a cart that took off so rapidly that Violet gasped in alarm, clinging to the edge tightly, afraid she'd be hurled out. And when the cart came to a stop and they got out, she was a little annoyed by how her knees were shaking a bit. She'd never been in anything that moved that fast before. It was a little scary, but also sort of...thrilling.

Griphook took the key from her and when he opened the vault door, Violet had to bite back a gasp at the sight of the gold, silver, and bronze coins. There was so much money in here! ...Was all of this really hers?

The goblin, whether expecting that as a question or not, answered it for her regardless. "To avoid future confusion, this vault is yours," he said. "Your sister, Miss Rose Potter, has her own trust vault that initially contained the same amount of money as this one."

Violet took that to mean that Rose had been using her money and now had less than she did, but that they'd both had the same amount to start off with. She nodded to show she understood, and Hagrid then explained the money properly, the girl focusing on memorizing this, while accepting a pouch that he had filled with coins.

The three of them got into the cart again and took off once more, the sudden speed not shocking Violet quite as much this time around. When they reached vault seven hundred and thirteen, Violet was curious to know what this You-Know-What was.

Much to her surprise (and disappointment), it was just a little package that was wrapped in brown paper. Violet frowned as she watched Hagrid take this and hide it in an inside pocket of his large coat, but when she caught the closed off expression on his face, she decided it would be best to keep her curiosity to herself.

They went through one more cart ride and soon enough, Violet was back in the massive marble hall, saying goodbye to Hagrid, who claimed he needed to return to Hogwarts to give the Headmaster whatever it was that was hidden beneath that brown paper.

Once alone again, Violet wondered what to do now. School supplies were first, she knew, since those were more important. The extra, and maybe somewhat unnecessary things could come after.

She looked around and saw that near everyone had large trunks with them, or were pushing their purchases on carts. Violet didn't have either, and now that she thought about it, how was she going to carry everything? She was only an eleven year old girl, and she had a lot of things to buy, some of which were going to be pretty heavy. Not to mention walking into Starlight with a bunch of new stuff was like begging to be robbed.

Perhaps there was a shop around here that sold trunks like the ones she was seeing? Surely there was some sort of spell that could be used on them to make them lighter or smaller or something? Nodding inwardly to herself, Violet started walking, beginning her search.

It didn't take her very long, luckily enough, and Violet stepped into a shop, seeing different coloured trunks piled all along the walls and displayed everywhere. The shop keeper, a middle aged man, seemed to be busy with another customer, so Violet stood back, looking around curiously as she waited.

"How may I help you today, young lady?"

Violet turned and looked up at the man, who was smiling down at her kindly. "Good morning," she greeted politely. Gathering her thoughts, she asked if it was possible to get a trunk that was easier for her to handle in comparison to the massive bulky ones.

"Are you a Muggleborn?" asked the shop owner curiously, no doubt because of her own question.

"A Half-Blood," Violet corrected. "But I've been living in the Muggle world my entire life."

He nodded once, clearly understanding. Maybe this was something Muggleborns tended to ask about more often. "A feather-light charm, along with a self-shrinking charm should be just what you need, young lady, though adding spells does cost more. If you aren't worried about money, then I would recommend a multi-compartment trunk."

He paused, looked around, and then pulled over a nearby trunk. "This is just a display, but-" He pulled out his wand and tapped the lid, saying "one", opening it. Inside was a small bag. He closed it, tapped again, this time saying "two". When he opened it the bag was gone and in its place was a vial.

"See?" he said, looking back at her. "There are a number of different compartments you can use to organize your belongings better. Each compartment is separated by a password of your choice. Tapping the lid and saying "one", opens the first, for example, and doing the same, but saying "two", will open the second. As long as you aren't oddly rough with them, these trunks can easily last for decades."

Violet was actually quite interested. Money wasn't a problem for her, especially since she wouldn't have to buy another trunk for a good while. And the compartment bit was something she would most definitely invest in. She didn't like when things were disorganized, though that may have had more to do with the Matron punishing them harshly if they weren't neat. "How many compartments do you recommend?" she asked after a moment.

The man scrunched his brow up in thought. "I'd say four is a good place to start. You'd have one for clothes, books, other school supplies, and any extra things you choose to take along-pet belongings, for example."

Violet nodded, definitely liking the sound of that. "I think I'll take one of those."

"Good choice," said the shop owner with a smile. "Those trunks over there-" he pointed at the left wall, "are the multi-compartment ones. The ones in that fourth row are the ones with four compartments. You can go ahead and choose from one of those.

"You can also set your passwords. I'd pick something simple, but secure-something you will be able to remember, but also something most people wouldn't be able to guess. To set them just tap the lid, open the trunk, and clearly say the first password. Then close it, tap it again, open it, and say the second. Do this until you've set all four, and I'll get back to you to place the extra charms you wanted."

Violet nodded again. "Thank you, sir." She waited until the man had walked away to help someone else, and then approached the trunks that had been pointed out to her.

Violet examined them closely, immediately dismissing the coloured ones that stood out. A slate grey trunk however caught her attention fairly quickly, and she managed to pull it over to her. It was simple and had a nice clean look to it. Now she just had to set the passwords.

Violet was someone who really liked her privacy, and after dealing with more than one person at Starlight stealing her belongings, she didn't want the same thing happening to her when she was at Hogwarts. That meant her passwords had to be something no one could predict, but also something she would be able to remember easily. But what?

Finally deciding, Violet tapped the lid of the trunk, opened it, and then said, "Aragorn". Then she closed it, tapped it again, and opened it, this time saying, "Kili". The third password was set as, "Thorin", and the final as, "Legolas".* Satisfied that these wouldn't be so obvious, Violet waited for the shopkeeper to return to her.

It took just about five minutes, but soon enough he was placing the extra spells she had wanted-just the two though. Violet paid for all this, glad for the added explanation that she wouldn't get in trouble for using magic, since the spells were on the trunk already, and not something she was doing herself. Apparently, that meant it didn't count. Violet didn't fully understand it, but was thankful for it nevertheless.

After leaving the trunk shop, Violet pondered on where to go next. She passed a platinum haired boy and entered a place called Madam Malkin's, where she was measured for robes. She debated on getting other clothes too, and finally decided that she would, asking the shop owner if there were any other clothing stores around.

Not wanting to spend too much money on this though, Violet only bought a couple of outfits (and some underwear and socks), and nothing too expensive. She just didn't want to wear things with holes in them anymore, and this was good enough for now.

She went to Flourish and Blotts next and got all her school books. She ended up staying in there much longer than she had planned though, intrigued by the many books.

Violet wandered, side stepping many people, and having to reach around a bushy haired girl that seemed to be everywhere in the store at once. She managed to talk herself into buying just a couple of extra books, with a promise that she would come back some other time for more.

Afterwards, Violet went through her list again and bought whatever else was noted down, along with a few other things she thought might be needed, or heard others say were needed (like potion ingredients), stashing all her purchases into her trunk, which would shrink so she could keep it in her pocket.

Soon, Violet found herself standing in Ollivander's wand shop. It was a pretty small store with hundreds of narrow boxes piled right up to the ceiling, lining all the walls She stood still and silent, feeling a strange buzz run through her-it was sort of making her fingertips tingle. It was so quiet in here that it was almost a little creepy.

"Good morning, Violet Potter."

Violet jumped and looked up. An old man stood behind the counter with light, almost silver coloured eyes. "Good morning," she said in return, surprised she hadn't been mixed up with her sister again. Hagrid hadn't been the only one to call her Rose today, that was for sure.

"I had a feeling I would see you today," Ollivander said in a low, whispery voice. "I remember when your parents were buying their first wands. Your mother had a nice wand for charms. Ten and a quarter inches, swishy, made of willow. Your father's was better for transfiguration. Eleven inches, pliable, mahogany. Your sister's is a cross between both. Ten inches, swishy, mahogany."

He made a soft, tutting sound. "Such a sad fate that girl has. The scar ties her to it, and I'm afraid I sold the wand that did it. Thirteen and a half inches, yew, a powerful wand."

Violet knew he was talking about Voldemort, but wondered whether Rose's fate was really as sad as Ollivander was making it out to be. Professor Quirrell had said Dumbledore believed the Dark Lord was going to come back and go after her sister, but would he really return? And would he actually go after Rose? Or were people just being overly dramatic? Violet wasn't sure.

Her right arm was measured and she was handed multiple wands to try out, most seeming similar to the wand that had chosen Rose because apparently, twins often ended up with ones like that. But none of these seemed to work for Violet, and oddly enough, Ollivander seemed to only be getting happier with each failure.

Then suddenly, an odd look crossed his face. "I wonder... Try this. Eleven inches, nice and supple, holly and phoenix feather. It's an unusual combination."

Violet had only just closed her fingers around the handle when she felt a warmth rushing not just through her hand, but through her entire body. She brought the wand down and bright sparks shot out the end, which had Ollivander applauding cheerfully.

The man took the wand back and began wrapping it for her. Then he looked up. "This wand, Miss Potter, has a brother wand. The phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand gave just one other feather. And that feather is the core of the wand that gave your sister the fate that she now carries. I had thought when Rose came in that this wand would have chosen her. How curious that it chose you instead."

Violet said nothing. She paid for the wand and, with a word of thanks, left the shop with a frown, wondering why she had the brother wand to the Dark Lord's and her sister didn't. It was really weird, especially considering Rose was the Girl-Who-Lived. Yes, Ollivander was right, it was curious that the wand had chosen her instead.

Having finished all her shopping now, Violet was about to leave Diagon Alley when she remembered what Quirrell had said about getting a pet. There were only three options, unless they got special permission, but the professor had suggested an owl, saying they were more useful because they also delivered post and whatnot.

Violet hesitated for a long moment. They weren't allowed to have pets at the orphanage, but having an owl would make life so much easier. Would getting one really be worth the extra punishments though?

No, it really wasn't. At least not right now. She didn't have anyone who would write to her anyway. Maybe she would make friends at Hogwarts and get one then, but for now, no, she wouldn't. There was really no point.

With that decision made, Violet left Diagon Alley a little unwillingly (there was still so much she wanted to see), stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron, and walked back to Starlight.

The Matron nodded at her when she returned, likely just waiting for her to do something she could be punished for. Ignoring this as she always did, Violet returned to her room, pleased that it looked untouched.

Collapsing onto her bed, Violet pulled her train ticket out of her book and stared at it.

A month. Just one month before she could leave this place without having to return for a good ten months. Maybe even never if she got permission, and there was no way she wasn't going to ask…

*If that was me and I was using all my favourite characters from the Hobbit/LOTR, I'd need like, a ten compartment trunk for Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Thranduil, Bard, Aragorn, Legolas, Elrond, and Haldir.

And that's it for now. Not sure when the next chapter will be up, but it'll be the journey to Hogwarts and possibly also the Sorting, depending on how long it gets. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!