Author's Note: Hey guys! It's been a while. I hadn't had the motivation, the spark, the drive to work on The Life of Celesta Malfoy in a hot minute, but I hope you'll enjoy this new story! As always, I do not own J. K. Rowling's works.

Violet knew immediately that tonight was the night. Lit Jack'O'Lanterns were strewn around the house. Her younger twin Harry was just finishing his supper before bed. Tonight...tonight would be the last she ever saw her mother in this life. Lily Potter, nee Evans. James Potter. After tonight, they both would die.

Though, perhaps she should rewind a bit, as no ordinary fifteen-month old baby would even be aware of timelines. Of the future.

For you see, Violet should not have existed. She didn't exist in any of the books, nor the movie adaptations. For all she knew, she would die tonight with her parents.

As with almost all 'reincarnations,' Violet had been reborn the moment she died. Perhaps it was a blessing she could not remember how it happened. For the most part, she simply remembered the book series and movies she had most loved. She hadn't expected to be born into that world, however.

Even more distressing, she was a baby. Eat, sleep, poop, cry...rinse and repeat. When she'd aged a bit, she started to notice however, the familiarity. The wand movements, the magic in the air. Once she could crawl a little, she became pensive. Of course, her parents fussed over it, worried that a babe not even a year old was crying anymore. In truth, Violet had been soaking in the fact that her family was due to die soon. Her family would be torn apart. And so she reveled in the memories. The memories her brother wouldn't get to have.

Sirius Black became her uncle, Remus Lupin her 'Moony', and Wormtail...well. Once she realized the world she was in, she detested the rat animagus. She'd cry and cause a fuss whenever he came around. It was laughed off, but nobody noticed her extreme dislike of the man. Why would they? They thought he was on their side.

She caused a slight fuss when Dumbledore was first introduced to the twins, of course. Who wouldn't? The man was absolutely mad, making children fight his war. Greater good her arse! But it seemed that she had a natural talent with Occlumency, for all Dumbledore was able to gather from her mind was the fact that she loved her family very much, and that she was hungry.

When He arrived later, she could only hope that would save her.

'Violet Everglass Potter'. That was her name now. And this was her story.

Voldemort had come, that night. Killing James. Killing Lily. Her father, her mother. Harry had begun crying the moment he'd broken through the wards, but Violet? Violet had sighed and rolled away from the door. She didn't wish to see what would happen. Didn't want to see the moment he'd kill her.

A tear ran down her chubby cheek as she heard her mother's body crumple to the floor. Her lips wavered, but she stayed resolute in staying silent. In playing dead. How ironic, she thought. Died in the last life, only to play dead in order to try not to die in this one.

Only...she hadn't heard a third 'Avada Kedavra' yet.

"How peculiar...twins, are we?" Came the voice of Him. The Dark Lord. Voldemort. "Ah, I see...no matter. Perhaps I'll spare the girl. Muddled as the line is, though the mother was a mudblood, she still had magic. She's not quite pureblooded, but better than a halfblood..." Hemused allowed. Violet flinched at the implications his words had made, but unlike her still sobbing brother, she could not, would not dare to give away her intelligence. Call her cowardly if you must, but she wasn't even at the age she could be unsupervised, let alone try and fight somebody with years of experience, somebody much bigger than her, and somebody who'd just murdered her parents for...for no good reason!

He'd made up his mind silently after a few moments, before turning to Harry. She lived. She was spared. How...merciful of the Dark Lord, to spare a baby's life simply for being born to his enemy, she thought for a moment. A brief one, as Voldemort had very little redeemable qualities, in her mind. Dumbledore had more redeemable ones, for certain, but she considered them both to be in the same boat.

The shock wave of Harry rebounding his curse back at him knocked out her brother, and destroyed their house. No matter, she thought as she gathered her wits. It'd be a minute before Snape arrived. Before Dumbledore and Hagrid did.

Slowly, she used the crib's bars in order to stand, grunting quietly. Just because she knew there wasn't anybody out there, didn't mean she wouldn't be off with her timing. She needed to be back in the crib with her brother before anybody returned, but before that, she needed to grab the gringotts key. It would help her and Harry, and as she was the elder sister, it was her job to protect them both.

Key acquired and hidden in her onesie, she patted her mother's cheek with her hand. She hadn't truly gotten to know Lily Potter, nee Evans long, but she silently thanked the woman for giving birth to her and loving them enough to sacrifice herself for them.

When she heard footsteps running up the stairs, she panicked a little bit before settling for standing on wobbly legs in front of her brother's sleeping form in their crib. Not enough time to get back in with him, she'd have to try to protect him like this.

Seeing Snape, she offered a smile, though sad as he collapsed in front of her mother's body and embraced her, sobbing. Knowing they were safe, she plonked down onto her tush with a sigh.

"Mama...protect...us." she babbled out, her words slow. With her new life, learning to talk had come so much easier, but knowing it'd worry the adults, she tried to tamper her intelligence. But Snape needed the comfort, no matter how little. "Now...I protect...Harry." she continued, even as Snape's eyes bore holes into her face. She felt the pressure, but with little effort she summoned up the memory of Voldemort's offer of her life for the boy's, her mother's refusal, and the sound of her death. "Don't...let me go...with him...to aunties." she tried to beg, but her energy was wavering, her eyelids drooping already. "Let me...be his friend. Let me..protect him with you. Please." she begged, willing him to understand, unknowingly speaking properly with him while he used Legilimency on her. She was begging him to adopt her instead of leaving her with the muggles who'd push her past her patience, however little it was. She knew Harry needed to go to them, but she was...she was the spare. She didn't need to, and this way she could protect him from afar, and Snape could have a little piece of Lily with him.

She never got to know the answer that night, as she fell asleep, leaning against the crib where her brother lay unconscious.