Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter. Trust me, if I did I'd be rich and writing even more stories.

So I think it's definitely going to be a DracoxOC fanfiction, and while Draco is still going to be a bit of a prat, he's not going to be a little dick like he is in the books/movies. Violet's grown up with him, and their talking over the summer helped him see that not everything is as it seems. On her side though, it's going to be a bit of a slow-burn, while Draco has already told Narcissa that he's going to marry her (at like, age 8 when she wasn't around, so Violet has NO idea this has happened.) Lucius is still going to be evil, and while I have no idea how I'm going to write 5th-7th year, I have general ideas on how I'm going to write the rest.

On top of that, while she's going to change major plot-points, the story IS going to still follow the books/movies loosely, since I don't have any idea how to ACTUALLY change the works we all know and love.

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Violet sighed a little bit as she looked forlornly at the boats. She detested swimming. It just was something she was no good at, as she either sank down completely or floated. There was no in-between, no 'graceful strokes' between waves. It was either 'I'm drowning' or 'Oh. The water is rejecting me.' Hagrid had caught their attentions once they exitted the train, calling for the first years.

Since she had no personal attachment to the half-giant, she'd let Harry push to the front to greet him, and Draco and Ron had followed. A 'boys will be boys' mentality, that lot. After a bit of thought, Violet had accepted it. After all, being eleven, it was prudent to build actual friendships that would help in later years. Loosely, she had a plan to get Draco into Occlumency lessons with Snape early on, if only for Harry's sake. It'd be needed, if their friendship held on through the years.

Ron would...not likely survive, if his personality stayed true to the books and movies. Harry would be rubbish at it, what with him being a horocrux and all. Though perhaps...well. It'd depend on if she could get Snape to look past Harry looking exactly like their father...yeah. That wouldn't work at all.

Lost in planning, she yipped a little bit when she felt her hand being grabbed, a familiar bushy-haired girl dragging her towards one of the boats. "Come on, before they all leave!" she even heard.

Blushing several shades of pink, she shook off her dread and shot an appreciative smile at Hermione, taking a seat in the small boat with the other three. "Sorry. I don't like swimming, and I heard at least one falls in every year..." she said, rubbing at her arm.

"You're Harry Potter's sister, aren't you? What was it like, growing up with him?" One of the others she didn't know asked. Oh. She should've thought about this. It stung a little bit, knowing she'd always have that title, but she didn't really like the conotations of how he'd asked that.

"I didn't. I was seperated from him as a baby after the attack." she said, if a bit coldly. "But you can see if he will answer what it was like growing up. I imagine it was somewhat peaceful, gathering he was raised with muggles and didn't have every Tom, Dick, and Larry stopping him while he was growing up thanking him for something he had no control over."

Needless to say, conversation after that was stilted, Violet having shut them down and reminded them that they were all only eleven, and thus Harry's 'fame' was luck, if anything. Small apologies were uttered, and after a moment, the older Potter had offered a small smile. "That night we lost our only family of magical origins. We lost our parents. We were barely fifteen months old. It's natural that it was a momentous event in the magical community, but for us it was a truly tragic night."

They seemed to accept that, at the very least. Soon after the castle came into view, the students all gasping. Violet herself had to discreetly wipe tears from the corner of her eyes when nobody seemed to be looking. Luckily they were towards the back, so it was easy to get away with the movement. She'd imagined it, of course. But now she was truly here. She was a witch and she was going to be learning magic. It was a little overwhelming, despite having grown with magic.


Luckily, Violet managed to exit the boats without falling into the lake. Though perhaps that was with Draco's assistance, the blonde having held out a hand for her. Since she'd grown with him, she'd shown up to several events next to him, and so his 'gang of snakes' had simply grown used to her presence in his life. She'd never know about how Draco had managed to get Lucius to threaten the parents of the kids trying to harm Violet for his attention, nor that Draco glared at any who seemed to dislike her. The black-haired girl hadn't any idea, and for now Draco was content with that.

Once they were all in the Entrance Hall, Professor McGonagall approached them, advising them to straighten themselves up. She was tall, with her hair in a stylish bun under her pointed hat and dressed in emerald robes. She also had a stern look to her as she lead them to a small empty chamber off the Great Hall. Violet wondered what her impression would be on such a woman. She was the smallest of the group, the eleven year olds all about five foot, save her. She was the smallest, standing about four foot seven, and if it weren't for Harry and Draco next to her, she might've been swallowed by the crowd.

Despite her small stature, she knew she had some sort of presence, otherwise Ron and Harry, and even Draco to an extent, wouldn't be so intimidated by her.

She had no idea how fierce her green eyes could glare. And with her having a pretty blank face, like a mask on her doll-like features, it was pretty terrifying being on the side of her ire. Even Lucius had once paused when spotting it, which was the catalyst to Draco's feelings for her. She'd been only seven to Draco's eight at the time, and as soon as she'd floo'd home, he'd gone straight to Narcissa to tell her he was going to marry her when they were older.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," began Professor McGonagall, quieting the nervous tittering of the first years before her. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room."

Violet hummed under her breath. Would she be sorted to Ravenclaw? Or Slytherin. Or suppose the damned hat put her in a House that didn't fit with her personality at all? She wasn't daring, reckless, or couragious enough for Gyffindor, while she certainly had the loyalty. To her brother, to her cause, sure. And she'd certainly be daring Fate to try and stop her from changing Harry's trials for the better. But otherwise? She wasn't Gryffindor material enough.

Hufflepuff was similarily dismissed from her choices. Again, she was loyal to her own beliefs, but could she be called hard-working? Most things seemed to come to her naturally. Patience...well. She had to be patient in order for her plans to work, for sure, so that was a point. But she didn't care much about justice, so long as it was right. For Harry's sake, she'd run through several elderly and children, if it meant she could save her brother, and she didn't think that would be right if she was placed in the House of badgers. And it wasn't that she was very humble, but that she felt she had no need to boast about her own achievements.

That left the two she'd already told Harry, Ron, and Draco about.

In Ravenclaw, her intelligence would come in handy. On top of that, she could be very creative, as her plans had several contingencies. She could be very eccentric, as she had a mature-like aura to her despite when she was younger. She was somewhat curious, but not too much. And she did have a somewhat logical and rational thought-process. And while she didn't like the learning process, she was excellent at remembering most things. Something about her soul not quite matching the age of her body. Though she might forget what she had for dinner, she remembered the books and movies she'd read/seen in regards to the 'Harry Potter' world before she...well. Before she was born again. She still couldn't figure out how she'd kicked the bucket the first time. Perhaps she never would. That was likely best, however.

In Slytherin though...well. There were pros and cons to being sorted there, with the upcoming tribulations. Again with the loyalty, which she knew she had in spades. The cleverness, which she needed in order to survive alongside her brother. The cunningness to actually achieve that result, the ambition to make it a reality. The determination to make sure it happens, and the resourcefulness to have been raised by Snape and so having gotten an early start in the inner workings of everything.

But if she were to be put in Slytherin, then there would be moments of her resolve being tested. Moments of Harry perhaps doubting her motives, the inner-House rivalry. Of being called 'evil', simply for being in the House of snakes.

Though it'd be a bit of a trial, perhaps she best suited Slytherin after listing the traits mentally like this. Though with their rooms being in the Dungeons, with the windows looking into the Black Lake...well. Magic was great and all, but if something ever happened to make those windows break, she'd never set foot in the dormitory again, she thought to herself. Phobias were nothing to sneeze at, and until she learned how to breathe underwater, she'd likely be avoiding trying anything to do with it. Perhaps she might be able to ask Professor McGonagall for extra lessons...a thought to explore after second year.

"The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has it's own noble history, and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule-breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours. While waiting, I suggest you smarten yourselves up, as the Sorting Ceremony will begin in a few minutes." Professor McGonagall's speech ended with a glance to a chubby boy she deduced was Neville Longbottom, whose cloak was fastened under his ear, and Ron's smudged nose. Her eyes lingered on Harry's forehead for a few seconds, glancing over Draco's confident smirk and Violet's blank stare, before she told them she'd fetch the first years once they were ready.

Somewhere behind her, she heard Hermione going over everything she'd read ahead of time as her brother nervously tried to flatten his hair. Turning, Violet offered a smile to the clearly nervous girl. "It's not a test, so there's no need to be so nervous." she said calmly, loud enough to be heard through their small chamber. Clapping her hands, she hummed a little while tilting her head to the side. "The ceiling is enchanted to reflect the sky, with candles hanging down. If nobody read Hogwarts, a History, it doesn't truly matter, save a couple surprises that aren't wildly known. Everybody will be staring at us, however, so how about we all take a few deep breaths, fix our clothes, Ron, wipe your nose, and lets wait patiently, yes?"

She'd taken charge, stepping away from the group to address them, before stepping back between Draco and Harry, combing her fingers through the hair that wasn't plaited back and straightening her vest. While it wasn't meant to be a comfort to everbody, she hoped she was able to calm some of them. Violet even leaned back to speak to Neville for a moment. "Keep calm, okay, Neville. You're here. They aren't going to send you home right this minute, so no matter how excited, make sure you practice your breathing, alright?"

Draco had nodded alongside her, though he didn't seem particularly interested in the fact Violet was paying somebody else attention. Knowing she'd never met the Longbottom boy though curbed his anger when he spent a few extra moments glancing over the group of nervous first years. It was clear Violet was simply trying to calm down the group, so he let it drop, instead holding out his hand to Harry and Ron.

"Friends? Even if seperated by House, I wish to be at least somewhat acquanticed. Violet already scolded me when we were younger about your circumstances, so it's not for fame, no matter what others may say." He explained a bit sheepishly, to which Violet gave him a small but proud smile. It'd taken a lot of work over the years, but she'd managed to at least get through to Draco for the most part.

Harry and Ron shared a look, before nodding, both of them taking the offered hand. "Friends, but don't be too much of a prat, alright?" Violet heard Ron saying almost grumpily, Harry speaking up soon after.

"And don't hurt Violet, or I'll come after you."

This, so to say, shocked Violet enough to cause her eyes to widen. Harry...he didn't hate her? Blushing a bit, she cleared her throat and ruffled her clothes one last time before the group were shocked by the appearance of the ghosts.

Quietly, she watched the Fat Friar arguing about Peeves to Nearly Headless Nick, her eyes watching the ghosts calmly. It wasn't until Professor McGonagall spoke up sharply, telling the ghosts to move along did she jump slightly, if only for being startled from her thoughts.

"Now, form a line and follow me." Professor McGonagall said to the group of first years, Violet quietly brushing her thumbs over the tips of her other fingers. A stimming habit she'd developed, to keep her focused and on task for all but potions practice. That, it seemed, was complicated enough to take her entire focus.

If anybody asked her what she wanted to do when she grew up, she'd whole-heartedly say 'Survive,' if only because that's all she could think about until after everything was said and done. She had no aspirations to become famous. She didn't see a need to be a quidditch star, nor did she see a need to be somebody who created something new. She just wanted to survive with the best possible outcomes. Maybe, in a couple years she'd figure out what she wanted to do after everything was said and done, but for now she simply wanted to give herself the best possible odds in the upcoming war.

It was silent for the most part, the other students watching the first years following Professor McGonagall. Violet's eyes caught the sight of the Weasley twins. Who must be Wood was already seeming to try and gather the team for Gryffindor into a quiet discussion of Quidditch rules. She next caught sight of Hagrid, sitting on the end of the staff table. The goblin-esque looking Professor must be Professor Flitwick, and she recognized Professor Sprout for her comely features, and Madame Pomfrey was seated next to her, the white headband a stand-out for nursing uniforms. Unabashadly, she glanced over Professor Dumbledore, her blank face and firm occlumency shields preventing even him from seeing how much she thought he was a madman, no matter how great.

Professor Quirrel was seated next to Professor Snape, who was seated next to an empty spot she assumed was Professor McGonagall's spot. The others weren't as notable, simply for either having not been mentioned, or not recognizable for the Potter girl, though she recognized Professor Trelawney and who she assumed was Kettleburn. She also recognized Professor Hooch, a rather hawk-faced woman, but the others were not as recognizable to her, at least, not yet.

Dismissing the professors from her thoughts, she hummed quietly as she paid back attention, just in time for the Sorting Hat to be placed on the ricketedy old stool, it's seams opening up and the folds and wrickles moving to loosely resemble a face.

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

For Violet, who hadn't actually heard that before with her own ears, she could only smile to herself. It was small, the curling of the corners of her lips. Her eyes even seemed a bit misty when she bothered to blink, coming back from her nostalgic feeling when Professor McGonagall began to call out names. Draco, predictively, made it into Slytherin. Hermione made it into Gryffindor, to Violet's non surprise.

Everybody seemed to make it where she expected, including Longbottom. But finally it was her turn, her eyes widening a little bit when her name was called out.

"Violet Everglass Potter!"


Author's Postnote: Longer chapter, I know. But it's sooner than expected, right? A little more context, a little more history, a little more Violet's story...Maybe now you guys can help assist me in choosing the best House for our dear Violet?