Yo! Sorry about the wait. Lost this chapter, decided to skip it and move on to the next since this one's just a bonus scene anyway, hit a block on the next chapter and ended up rewriting this one instead. Anyway, just like the first task, this is Violet's bit in Severus' POV, so there's a fair bit of repetition. I like it, so that's what matters most to me. Sorrynotsorry, but I do hope you enjoy it. Thank you to all readers so far!
Violet Potter's face was blank when she stepped onto the quidditch pitch, but Severus could see how pale she was even from where he sat in the stands. The majority of the crowd booed and jeered, but he was a little surprised to hear more cheers than she'd received during the first task.
Some of them had smartened up, but it was unfortunate that it had taken the girl nearly dying for them to realize how foolish they'd been.
Potter followed Filch to the cube-shaped room and had barely entered when the door was slammed shut behind her. However, unlike the previous three competitors, Potter was left in complete darkness. Or so Severus thought. Either that or the projection spell had suddenly failed, which was unlikely.
"Lumos."
Ah, so the spell was working. The end of Potter's wand shone dimly in the darkness, and Severus noticed several spectators squinting as they attempted to get a better look at the room Potter was in.
She cast the light across the room and sighed. "I knew it," she said in a murmur. "It's been a while since I was last in here." The light on the wall was unsteady, betraying the tremble in her hands, and Severus heard the girl take a few deep breaths. "Let's get this over with," she said.
She'd pulled herself together quickly, and Severus was glad to see it. He wasn't, however, glad to see the room. Well, calling it a room was being generous. It was barely larger than a closet. He frowned.
The door was now locked, all three walls were blank, and the only object in the room was an empty metal bucket sitting in a corner. There was nowhere for anything or anyone to be hidden in this place. But no, that wasn't quite true. Not with magic, at least. Magic meant anything could be hidden behind those walls.
Potter was thinking along the same lines. She conjured a ball of light to float in the centre of the ceiling (How many spells had the older Slytherins taught her?) and got to work, casting the first revealing charm on the wall left of the door. And as suspected, something appeared. Runes.
Three runes protruded from the wall, all smaller than his hand but unmistakable. From left to right, they read-
"Enemy, Lost, Closed?"
Good, she'd recognized them. They were simple enough, of course, but did they have some meaning besides their literal ones? This was a puzzle, but what sort of puzzle?
A revealing charm on the back wall revealed a shelf lined with potions (Severus perked up at the sight). There were fifteen identical vials, all filled with different coloured potions. Did Potter have to identify them? How did the potions correlate with the runes? Did they correlate with the runes? How many puzzles were in this room?
The third and final wall was similar to the first, but this wall had a line of letters instead of runes, and those letters didn't spell anything very obvious at first glance. Potter didn't linger long enough for Severus to get a good enough look.
He watched as Potter turned back to the rune wall. Yes, that would be the easiest place to begin, he thought. It would certainly be the least daunting for the girl.
She tried tapping the runes with her wand, tried moving them around as well, and cast the rune activation charm, but nothing had any effect. And as he watched Potter attempt to figure out what she was meant to do, something struck him.
"When do students learn about rune reversals?" he asked.
"Fourth year, if I remember correctly," said Filius promptly. "Late November or early December, I believe."
That did sound familiar now that he was thinking about it, but it only made Severus frown more. That was rather odd, wasn't it? He knew Potter was taking Ancient Runes, and the three runes on the wall were simple enough for her to recognize easily. There was no reason she wouldn't have learned about them by now.
But while rune reversals were equally simple, Potter had been unconscious in the hospital wing when her peers would have been taught about them.
This puzzle wouldn't be a problem for anyone who had taken fourth year Ancient Runes, but it would be a problem for his Potter, who had conveniently (or inconveniently, suspiciously so) missed those lessons. Next to him, Filius, perhaps realizing what he was thinking, hummed thoughtfully.
"I don't believe this will be much of a challenge for Miss Potter," he said candidly. "Miss Granger takes very meticulous notes, you see."
Minerva muffled a laugh, and Severus relaxed slightly. Filius was right. Granger did take meticulous notes. They were even colour-coded. And Granger and his Potter were good friends. If Granger had shared her notes with Potter, if Potter had studied them closely enough, she would do just fine with this particular puzzle.
Blowing out a breath, Potter stared at the wall, hands on her hips, and suddenly, her eyes widened. "Wait, is this-?"
Sure enough, Potter figured out exactly what to do and, rearranging the runes, she turned them upside down until they read 'open', 'friend', and 'found', then cast the rune activation charm on them.
The runes began to glow, and that glow soon extended into the wall, and before Severus could wonder what it would lead to, the wall disappeared to reveal an alcove concealed behind it. Nott, very much unconscious, stood propped up in the alcove.
"Theo!" Potter pulled Nott out and lowered him to the floor. He didn't wake when she called his name, he didn't wake when she shook him roughly by the shoulder, he didn't wake when she cast aguamenti and rennervate either. Nott didn't even stir.
This too was odd, Severus thought, his eyes narrowed. He'd noticed an escalation in difficulty for waking the hidden ones, but hadn't thought this would persist past the use of a rennervate. But unless Potter had cast the spell wrong, and it didn't seem she had, Nott didn't move a muscle.
He watched curiously as Potter placed a hand on Nott's chest, no doubt to check for a heartbeat, and frowned. Then she stood and approached the back wall, looking at the row of potions closely. Now that Potter was getting a better look at them, the spectators could do the same, and it took only an instant for Severus to spot the odd vial out.
Fourteen out of the fifteen vials were full to the brim. One vial, however, was missing approximately a quarter of its contents. It was a clear potion. He hadn't taught the fourth years about any clear potions yet.
Potter noticed the vial as well and picked it up. She held it up to the light, perhaps to confirm it was clear, then uncorked it, waited a beat, and sniffed it carefully.
Good, Severus thought as he watched intently. He'd taught them how to identify different potions. Examine them visually first, then open them to see if they emitted any vapors, then examine them via scent, and never test them through touch or taste unless they were exceptionally well trained, which they, as students, were far from.
Potter didn't touch, and she didn't taste. She looked and she sniffed, and then she set the vial down and picked up another one, its contents green. It was the only green potion out of the lot. She repeated her examination, then took the green potion back to Nott and, with some difficulty, attempted to administer it to him.
"The boy was given the Draught of Living Death," said Severus when he noticed Minerva looking at him from the corner of his eye. "That was the clear potion. She's giving him some Wiggenweld, the only known counter."
The explanation made it sound so simple, but while Wiggenweld was a potion discussed in first year, the Draught of Living Death wasn't taught until sixth year. If he had mentioned Wiggenwled being a counter to the Draught of Living Death, he would have only done so in passing. He wouldn't have delved into it very deeply with first years who wouldn't have been able to understand its intricacies.
The fact that Potter had recognized the Draught of Living Death when he hadn't taught them about any clear potions was already surprising enough. Why had they risked giving Nott a potion Potter was so unlikely to have recognized? How many other potions on that shelf would be like that? How many of them would be simple enough for her to know about? How many of them would she be unable to recognize simply because she was only a fourth year?
In the room below, the Wiggenweld Potter had administered to Nott worked quickly, and the boy woke almost immediately.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," said Potter pleasantly.
"Only if Sleeping Beauty had a raging headache," Nott groaned. "...Where are we?"
As Potter helped Nott to his feet, she explained what she and the other Champions had been told about the task. Nott listened with a frown and lit his wand, the added light revealing just how small this room was.
"So, this is the place you're most scared of?" he asked once she'd finished explaining. "Where the hell is this?"
"The Cupboard," said Potter.
Nott frowned. "The cupboard?"
"The Cupboard," Potter corrected. "Capital T, capital C."
That meant nothing to Severus or anyone else watching, he assumed, but it certainly meant something to Nott, for he looked around again and said an eloquent-
"Oh. Shit."
Potter laughed humourlessly. "Yeah. So, here's what I've found so far."
As Potter told Nott what she had seen and learned up until his wakening, Severus found himself only half-listening.
The place Potter feared the most was a cupboard? No, not a cupboard, he corrected. Hadn't she said it herself? The Cupboard. Adding in the dismal sitting room they'd seen while Minerva's Potter had been competing and... It didn't paint a very nice picture of what his Potter's home life was like.
Severus couldn't even say he was surprised. He scowled. No matter how many times Albus told him the girl was fine, he simply couldn't believe it. Not when they had blatant proof right in front of them. Why else would Potter be so frightened of a cupboard of all places? A cupboard, he suspected, was in the orphanage she was being forced to reside in. He glanced at his fellow staff members.
Minerva's lips were pressed together in a thin line, but everyone else looked fairly neutral, though that didn't surprise him. Few others thought beyond what Albus told them, and even the ones who did rarely questioned him. But as Severus glanced to his other side, it was Moody again who caught his eye.
Just as during the first task, Moody was watching Potter very closely, eyes, both real and fake, fixated on her. Unlike the first task, however, he saw no glee on Moody's face. Or what he had assumed was glee, at any rate. Scarring made the man's expressions somewhat difficult to read, but despite this, Severus still managed to catch glimpses of emotion.
Curiosity was, perhaps, the most obvious thing Severus saw on Moody's face, but there were a few other expressions as well. There was frustration, approval, and, very briefly, anger, though that final one was gone before Severus even had the chance to blink.
Why was Moody so curious about his Potter? Surely Minerva's Potter would be more of an interest to him. She was the Girl-Who-Lived, after all. And yet, it was his Potter that Moody watched so closely, and not for the first time. That couldn't merely be because she was in Slytherin, could it?
Back in the room, meanwhile, Potter had finished explaining everything to Nott, and the two had concluded that they no longer needed to worry about the rune wall, as Potter had already solved its puzzle to find Nott. At the same time, they believed the other two walls were linked and decided the letters had to be rearranged to match the order the potions were in on the back shelf. Considering there were fifteen vials and fifteen letters, Severus was inclined to agree.
"You're better than me at potions," said Nott to Potter, "so you tell me what they are, and I'll move the letters around."
"Sure," said Potter.
This, Severus thought, would be the true test of skill for Potter. If she was lucky, the Draught of Living Death would be the most difficult potion to identify, though he doubted she would be that fortunate. Not after the nundu from the previous task. She looked apprehensive, but she picked up the first vial on the shelf regardless.
The potion inside the vial was bright red, and though Severus suspected it was a Pepperup, it was difficult to make any conclusions when examining the potions by sight was all he could do from where he was in the stands.
Just as she had done for the Draught of Living Death and Wiggenweld earlier, Potter held the vial up to the ball of light stuck on the ceiling to determine the potion's colour, then uncorked the vial, waited a few seconds to see if it emitted any vapours, then took a careful sniff.
"This is Pepperup," she said immediately.
Severus was confident she was correct. She'd already brewed it for the hospital wing once or twice, and it was a fairly simple potion to recognize via colour and scent, so he doubted she would be wrong.
"We already have a problem," said Nott, getting Potter's attention. "There are two P's here."
Severus squinted slightly to get a better look (many around him did the same), and sure enough, he saw two P's on the wall Nott was closest to. There were also two A's, B's, C's, D's, N's, and W's, along with a single S.
"Do you think it matters where the double letters go?" Potter asked with a frown.
"I don't know why it would," said Nott. "That would just be stupid."
"As stupid as the people running this bloody tournament?" asked Potter sardonically.
"...Touché."
Severus heard something that sounded suspiciously similar to a snicker from beside him, but when he glanced over, he saw Minerva sitting with a perfectly straight face. She wasn't fooling him for even an instant, but he was still relieved he wasn't the only one fed up with this situation.
"You might as well put one of the P's up at the front, then," said Potter with a sigh.
Unfortunately, it turned out that the placement of the letters did matter.
Nott picked a P and moved it to the front of the rest of the letters, and the second it moved into place, a jet of red light shot out of the potion wall. Unable to react in time, the red light hit Potter directly in the chest.
Minerva gasped as Potter fell, but Nott was at the girl's side immediately, anger on his face. Severus wasn't very pleased either. It was only a stunning spell, and in most cases, it wouldn't cause many problems. But the spell had struck Potter's chest, and unfortunately, her lungs weren't exactly in the best shape anymore. Even a stunning spell could be dangerous for the girl if it caught her chest.
"Rennervate!"
Potter woke with a pained groan. "What the hell was that?" she asked as she sat up, but she broke into a coughing fit before Nott could answer.
Filling the empty Wiggenweld vial with water, Nott handed it over as he quickly explained what had happened, and Severus frowned when he heard Potter's uneven, wheezy breathing. That couldn't be good.
Minerva was clearly thinking the same, because Severus heard a quiet, "Oh, dear, Poppy's going to throw a fit when she gets Violet into her hands again."
"Guess it was the other P," said Potter, sounding hoarse.
"Do you want to continue?" asked Nott. He looked rather worried, and Severus couldn't blame him.
Potter nodded. "It isn't as if we have much of a choice. I'll just use a shield charm. Should be enough to stop a stunner."
Yes, the shield charm would do, Severus thought. It was better than nothing, and stunning spells were not overly powerful as it was. There was no reason for Potter's shield to be weaker than the spell, which made it the best option so long as she managed to get the timing right.
Nott returned to the letter wall and moved the second P to the front. Nothing happened. "Guess it was right this time," he said, sounding relieved.
"Too bad there are five more double letters," said Potter with a sigh.
Severus observed closely as Potter went on examining the potions. Her unsteady breathing wasn't getting any better. he noted.
Antidote to Common Poisons, a nutrient potion, and a Babbling Beverage were all recognized quickly. All three had double letters, but they lucked out twice, with Potter only having to block one stunning spell. The fifth potion stumped Potter for only a moment before she declared it was a Calming Draught.
"I thought you said you didn't know what it was," said Nott.
"I'm not a hundred percent sure," Potter admitted, "but I skimmed through the textbook back in September, and we're supposed to cover Calming Draughts later this year. I'm pretty sure it said they're light blue and I swear I saw lavender in the ingredients list."
So she had gone through the textbook. He'd suspected as much, but it was still good to hear. He didn't have many students who truly appreciated potions. Few could even be bothered to read up on the potion he was actively teaching them about. Rose Potter was one of those dunderheads, but it was good to see that her twin at least had some sense in her.
After blocking a stunning spell, Potter continued her examination.
She identified a Dreamless Sleep potion, blocked another stunning spell, and got the Sleeping Draught correct as well, not having to worry about blocking anything with this one, as there was only one S on the letter wall. The next potion, however, left both Potter and Nott rather confused.
The potion in the vial Potter held had a mother-of-pearl sheen to it, and when she uncorked it, silver steam spiralled out of the vial. Severus recognized it immediately, but he quickly realized Potter didn't, though that was actually somewhat of a relief. He didn't care much for this particular potion.
Potter smelled the potion, frowned, then smelled it again. Then she held the vial out to Nott. "Do you know what this is?" she asked him.
Accepting the vial with a frown of his own, Nott looked at it, and when that didn't give him any answer, smelled it as well. "Smells like books," he said.
"Books?"
"Yeah. Books. ...Toothpaste. ...Coffee... And, uh, a cat? No clue what it is."
Severus very nearly laughed. Really, could the boy be any more obvious? Severus knew little about the students, but even he knew exactly who these scents were reminding Nott of.
"Where the heck are you getting cat from?" said Potter, taking the vial back, though she sounded amused. She smelled the potion again as well. "I'm definitely getting coffee," she said slowly, "and it smells more like the library than books specifically." Her brow furrowed slightly. "The Astronomy Tower?"
"What?"
Severus wanted to say the same thing. Coffee and books or the library were simple and obvious enough, but the Astronomy Tower? That was so...random. Had she had some sort of rendezvous up there? Surely she hadn't. He'd never caught anyone around her at night.
"Not like, the stone, or anything," said Potter. "I don't really know what it is, just that it reminds me of the Astronomy Tower." She stared at the vial in confusion. "What the hell is this potion?"
"Amortentia," said Severus, though Potter and Nott, of course, couldn't hear him. His lip curled. "The love potion."
The only reason he taught the students about it was so they knew what to look out for if someone attempted or managed to use it on them or someone they knew, but though he made it very clear he viewed it as a drug, there was always a student or two who thought it would be a grand idea to use it on the target of their affections.
"Maybe we should just leave that one for now," said Nott. "We can always come back to it. I'll just leave a gap in the letters. What's the next potion?"
Potter identified the Nausea Relief easily, and as they had already placed one N, required no precautions for the second one. The next potion, a blue one, emitted a faint whisp of blue smoke when opened, and Severus again found himself frowning.
"I'm pretty sure this is Wolfsbane," said Potter carefully.
It was. Severus could think of no other potion it could be. Potter didn't elaborate on how she'd recognized it, but she didn't need to. He expected she'd seen Lupin take it at least once the previous year. Though he wasn't sure how often, he knew they had spent some time together talking. But that too made this suspicious.
Wolfsbane was a fairly new and very advanced potion. Few of the spectators would have been able to recognize it, and he doubted most of the other champions and precious people would have been any different. With Potter being a fourth year, there was no reason for her to have even heard about the potion, let alone manage to recognize it.
And yet she did, because of Lupin. Was it on purpose? Was it a coincidence? There was a chance the potions had been chosen at random, but...
The door code in Rose Potter's room had been her birthday; Krum had been required to fly to access Granger and the third button; the letter code for the cupboard door order in Delacour's room had been in French, her first language; and now Violet Potter had discovered the Wolfsbane potion, something she never would have even heard if it weren't for her lycanthropic godfather having taught Defence Against the Dark Arts last year.
It couldn't possibly be a coincidence, right?
"Right, good news and bad news," said Nott, getting Severus' attention again. The bad news is that there are two W's, the good news is that there aren't any more double letters after this."
"Thank Salazar for that," said Potter in an annoyed mutter.
"Ready?" asked Nott.
"Yeah, go for it," said Potter as she readied her wand.
Nott moved a randomly selected W, but though a spell was shot at Potter, more than one thing was different about it.
The spell was cast a few seconds later than the others had been, and Potter's shield had already dropped by the time the jet of light appeared. The colour of the light, too, was different. The stunning spell was red, but this spell was white.
Eyes widening, Potter managed to cast another protego just in time, but the spell was much stronger than her shield and shattered it instantly. By sheer luck, Potter managed to pivot just enough for the spell to catch her left bicep instead of her chest.
A gash appeared, long and deep, and blood seeped out of the wound. Potter cried out, her wand hitting the floor with a clatter as she grabbed her arm.
Severus stared, eyes wide and face pale. This couldn't be. It-it simply couldn't.
Nott hurried to Potter and pried her hand away from her bicep to examine the wound himself, and he winced at the sight. "Oh, hell. That's bleeding pretty bad."
Potter laughed, but she sounded almost hysterical. There were tears of pain in her eyes and on her cheeks.
Severus was close to hysteria himself, fear filling his entire body. He couldn't move. Why had the spell changed? Why this spell instead of the stunning spell?
"Hey, look at me," said Nott. He cupped Potter's face in his hands. "C'mon, look at me, Violet. It's just a cut. This isn't the same as the first task. It's just a cut."
Nott wasn't entirely correct. It was a cut, and a cut bicep certainly wasn't anywhere near as dangerous as anything a nundu could do, but it also wasn't exactly a normal cut either.
Nott grabbed Potter's shoulders. "We're nearly finished," he said firmly. "There are only a few potions left to sort through and then we'll be out of this stupid room, so let's just get it all over with, okay?"
Potter took a shaky breath. "Y-yeah. Yeah. O-okay."
Looking relieved, Nott removed his tie and bound Potter's left bicep as well as he could. It wouldn't stop the bleeding, but they didn't know that. It was still better than nothing. Potter wiped her face with her sleeves, picked up her wand, took a deep breath, and turned back to the potion shelf.
Though Potter had managed to calm herself at least somewhat, Severus couldn't say the same about himself. Why had it not been the stunning spell? Why had it been that spell? Dread surged through him.
Why had it been his spell?
Potter and Nott continued, Nott placing the second W into its place and Potter picking up the next vial, this one filled with a dark red potion. When she smelled this one, she released a strangled laugh.
"Blood Replenishing potion," she announced. "Guess it would've come in handy if I'd gotten cut worse," she said a little wryly.
But it wouldn't help for long if the bleeding continued, Severus thought, fists clenched. There was only one spell that could heal a wound caused by his spell, and he was the only one who knew it.
"Wonder if that was on purpose," said Nott.
"Wouldn't put it past them."
Oh, it had certainly been planned, Severus knew. This entire thing had been planned meticulously. It could have been a coincidence before. It was no coincidence now.
"We've already done the other B," said Nott, "so you shouldn't have to worry about this one."
"Next one's Wiggenweld," said Potter, "and the one after is the Draught of Living Death."
"Three more," said Nott, "if we include the one we aren't sure of."
The next potion was Cure for Boils, which Potter identified quickly. Severus hadn't expected otherwise. This was the very first potion he had taught them about in their first year. The final potion, however, stumped both students again.
The potion was thick and brown, and Severus was sure it was Polyjuice. He didn't teach them that until seventh year, so it wasn't a surprise they didn't recognize it.
"Well," said Nott, "this and the one we couldn't figure out earlier are the only ones left. One starts with A and the other P. Any ideas?"
Potter sighed. "No," she admitted. "I guess these are learned about in later years. We're lucky I even recognized half of these."
She had done remarkably well. Severus had expected her to do alright, considering her marks in Potions were third in her year, but her managing to recognize every potion other than Amortentia and Polyjuice meant she'd gone well beyond his expectations. He didn't like to admit it, even to himself, but he couldn't help but feel a little proud. Lily would have been proud as well, he thought. She'd been quite good at potions herself.
"We'll just have to guess, then," said Nott, "and there's no way to know what spell will be cast if we get it wrong."
"There's nothing we can do about that," said Potter. She braced herself, wand in hand.
Severus hoped she was prepared to move if she saw a jet of white instead of red. It had already been proven that her shield wasn't anywhere near strong enough to counter his spell. No fourth year would be able to block it. No seventh year would be able to either. Even most adults would struggle with it.
They lucked out with the letter placements though, and as soon as the final letter was in place, there was a loud click and the door swung open.
"Thank Salazar!" exclaimed Nott.
Potter laughed even as Severus sighed quietly in relief, for more than one reason. The students hurried for the exit and a moment later were standing on the quidditch pitch, shielding their eyes from the bright sunlight.
And then Potter's scores were displayed for them all to see, and Severus frowned yet again.
Maxime gave her an eight, which was rather odd considering Potter was an enemy champion. Weasley, who was substituting for the still-missing Crouch, gave her a seven. Karkaroff and Albus both gave her a five. Bagman, meanwhile, gave her a measly three.
She'd received twenty-eight out of fifty for this task, and her total score up until now was fifty-three out of one hundred.
Maxime's eight was well-deserved but still surprising; Weasley's seven was lower than Potter deserved, but it was close enough to fair for the boy to avoid any questioning; Karkaroff's five was less than Potter deserved but not very surprising considering who he was; Bagman's three was suspicious and blatantly unfair; and Albus' five was no better, frankly.
Violet Potter had done significantly better than Rose Potter, and yet Albus had scored the former with five fewer points than the latter, and Severus didn't understand it in the slightest. Was the title of Girl-Who-Lived really that important to him?
Albus' motivations had already been questioned a few times since the first task. Why would he risk that continuing when all he had to do to stop it was score the twins fairly? But, for whatever reason, and Severus knew there would be more than one, he'd decided to be unfair and allow further questioning of his motivations by quite literally everyone.
If Potter was bothered by her low score, she didn't show it. Instead, she and Nott turned and headed for the castle without a backward glance.
Severus stood and made his way through the stands. He hoped Potter was going straight to the hospital wing. Poppy wouldn't be able to do anything about that cut of hers, but he was heading there to take care of it himself.
He wondered if Potter knew just how close she had come to death again. If she hadn't managed to move out of the way, if that spell had hit her chest...
There was no chance any of this could be a coincidence.
And that's the bonus chapter! Okay, so, a couple of things I wanted to mention in the previous chapter but couldn't due to how damn long it got:
First, no counter to the Draught of Living Death is mentioned in the books or movies, but the chocolate frog card for Leticia Somnolens says, "This spiteful hag was jealous of the king's daughter and caused her to prick her finger on a spindle tainted with a Draught of the Living Death. A young wizard who had smeared his lips with Wiggenweld potion kissed the princess and brought her out of her trance."
Since Rowling wrote the chocolate frog card descriptions herself, I'm considering this canon. Some of the old HP video games also use Wiggenweld as the counter of the Draught of Living Death.
Second, I made the Wiggenweld green because that's what it is in the games, though the wiki lists red, pink, blue, and green as possible colours for it.
Third, I posted this fic in 2015, and in 2020 I went back and did some editing, fixing a few things and adding some new scenes here and there. Since we're now in 2025, I thought I'd do the same again, because I've noticed some mistakes that need fixing, and there are some things I'd like to add or elaborate on, such as more scenes with Violet and friends other than Theo and Hermione, possibly scenes in other POV's such as Remus, Marvolo, and maybe even Barty, maybe more stuff involving Rose, and expanding on things only briefly mentioned such as Violet's nightmares and nighttime wandering, and things like that. This won't impact updating, I'll just be doing the editing slowly in the background.
Sorry about the long AN, just wanted to explain those couple of bits. Next chapter will be a normal one. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!