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Albus Dumbledore was not happy. He was so sure the little brat was going to be a Gryffindor, he couldn't understand what had gone wrong!

The charms, blockages and enchantments he had placed on both the girl and the letter were powerful, she shouldn't have been able to break any of them! How did this happen? How could she be in Slytherin?

He couldn't allow this to continue, that much was certain. She was supposed to be in Gryffindor, she was supposed to be weak, malleable. Not this confident, graceful, intelligent little.. Slytherin!

How could his carefully laid out plans go so wrong? The youngest Weasley boy was supposed to befriend her on the train, but instead she had chosen to be with a group of Death Eater children! It simply wouldn't do.

He needed her to be the Light Savior, to defeat Voldemort and die by his hand. He couldn't have anyone being more powerful than him could he? No, the girl and Tom must die, and by the hand of one another. That was what the prophecy said, right?

He needed to figure out what had gone wrong with the spells and fix them. There were so much that could corrupt the girl in Slytherin, so many secrets that were hidden from even him. He couldn't let the Dark Taint that surrounded the House ruin his plans. He did not have that house under his control in the least, and that was not an option.

He had worked so hard. He had defeated Grindlewald, and built up his image as the greatest wizard since Merlin, and he would be dammed if he'd let some little brat ruin all of his carefully laid out plans! He had made it where her parents were killed, her godfather was locked away, that disgusting wolf believed she was safest away from him, and his own slimy little spy and the Deputy Headmistress were under the impression the girl was well taken care of, and he had made sure the muggles would 'take care of her' properly so she would be easily manipulated.

He had done everything perfectly, being sure to leave behind no evidence leading to himself, only to those around him. He couldn't have his own hands being dirtied now could he? He was the Light Lord!

So why was she healthy? Why wasn't she broken, shy, or naïve? Why did she walk with such confidence? Why was she dressed so well? Why didn't she act like a muggleborn? Why didn't she look anything like James Potter? Why wasn't she anything like she was supposed to be? Why?

Obviously whoever must be helping the girl must die, and the girl herself obliviated. Such a shame. He disliked using such barbaric methods, but it was for the Greater Good, was it not?

Fawkes let out a disgusted trill on his perch, and the old man scowled at the bird. The only reason he had kept the bond for so long was with pure force of will on his part. He couldn't let the symbol of his greatness get away. That would ruin his image! The magical chains that kept him on his perch were hidden from view of course..

He paced back and forth in his office, his panic over the girl continuing until he realized something very important. There was no way the Snakes would accept the Girl Who Lived. They would attack her the first chance they got. She would soon see how miserable the next seven years would be surrounded by such hatred, and he would give her the perfect opportunity to be resorted!

Yes, that was it! He would wait, and call her up to his office. Once he got her to admit she was miserable, he would graciously offer her the option to be resorted! Then she would be placed into Gryffindor as she should have been from the beginning, and Ronald would assist him in keeping the girl under control, starting by tearing her attention away from that little Malfoy brat, and his cronies.

Whether it be by Potion or not, Violet Potter would be back under his control very soon. He would guide her to her own death, and then the world will hail him a hero for once again saving the Wizarding World from another Dark Lord! He was a genius!

He sat back in his chair, a smug smile on his lips as he stroked his long beard. There was a reason he had been labeled the next Merlin, he was powerful, intelligent, and above all, he was the Light Lord! Nothing was going to get in his way. Certainly not some little brat who thinks she can go and think for herself. How preposterous!

As the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sat behind his desk, plotting to take back control of the Potter Heiress, he never noticed a pair of grey eyes looking down upon him with a knowing smirk on his face. The old man wouldn't know what hit him..

The first month of school went by in a blur of duels, schoolwork, and avoiding the Headmaster respectively.

The entire Slytherin House seemed to wish to have a piece of the supposed Savior of the Wizarding World, and she wasted little time putting them in their place. Both the reputation, and the reputation of her friends was quickly established within their House, and they had gained the respect of many of the Slytherins from every year.

The three girls were soon labeled untouchable by the majority of the male population, as Violet had given both Heiress' lessons that had Tom cringing the entire time, and her Aunt Cissa smirking her way through her surrogate niece's letters. It added to their own vicious natures, and the boys their Prefect had warned them about 'not having morals' had learned quickly enough never to cross them, as their tempers were hot, their tongues sharp, and their wands quick.

Daphne had unsurprisingly gained the nickname 'Ice Queen' from her cold and aloof persona, something she took great pride in, as did Theo. Her natural fair beauty had caused the majority of the females to try and make themselves look better by challenging her. They soon realized, however, she was much more than a pretty face, and found themselves on the nasty end of quite a few noteworthy hexes and jinxes focusing mainly on their appearance. Many of the girls found themselves with a face full of acne or boils, or their entire bodies covered in thick fur, or scales, and a few even had their hair falling out in great patches and chunks.

Pansy was outright feared by most of the males, and was given the name 'Man Eater' from her obvious beauty, well endowed body at such a young age, and the knowledge on how to use it fully to her advantage. The many cringe worthy hexes she cast regularly at any guy who even looked at her in the wrong way added to the fire of course. She had smirked smugly the first time hearing it, causing several of the smarter wizards in her general vicinity to quickly scurry away. The girls also learned to steer clear of her after realizing how petty her fighting style was. The Parkinson Heiress did not play fair in the slightest, and used any means necessary to win a fight. Whether it be using a hex that caused a person's hair, or robes, to attempt to asphyxiate themselves, or a curse on their shoes that made them dance until their feet bled, or even turning their clothes into snakes, or spiders, she would use it all. It was quite amusing to watch.

Much to the pleasure of both Tom and herself, Violet had earned the title of 'Demon of Slytherin' from her unhealthy love of fire, and the cruel glow of her eyes as she dueled or became especially angry. Most of Slytherin had challenged her within the first few days of being sorted, and she had shocked them by not only accepting each of them, but also offering to take them on several at a time. They had thought her insane, but accepted her offer greedily, thinking she would be easily overpowered by their numbers.

She had of course completely wiped the floor with all of them, using the most painful and destructive spells she had in her repertoire that did not kill, or cause too much permanent damage. Not a single person had managed to hit her with anything, and the majority of those that went against her left the chamber with several nasty burns, and a new respect for the young Potter Heiress. None challenged her twice, and those that witnessed the fights were suddenly changing their minds about attempting to take her on.

The boys were also soon at the top of the food chain in the male dorms, with Draco, Blaise and Theo showing them just why their Family names were so respected and feared by the masses. Each taking great pride in their newly acquired names just as the girls had.

Her platinum haired cousin had already been respected simply for being of both Malfoy and Black blood, but there had been quite a number of individuals who had decided to attempt to knock the 'Slytherin Prince' down a peg or two. Needless to say they learned their lesson quickly enough. Especially after quite a few of them needed to have limbs regrown in the hospital wing after a rather nasty bit of frostbite. A large number of them being certain.. sensitive.. areas of the male anatomy.

Over half of the boy's cringed each time they passed him by, and her Uncle had sent his son a brand new crystal chess set as a reward for establishing his dominance over his peers, much to the amusement of both his mother, and Godfather.

Theo was one that had been severely underestimated. The others had seen how close he was to the Malfoy Heir, and assumed they could attempt to get to the 'Prince' by going after his friend. They couldn't have been more wrong. It wasn't long before the Nott Heir was put under the label of 'Mastermind' for his unparalleled talent in completely outmaneuvering anyone who went against him.

He had gone into a duel against a group of seventh years, and came out of the portrait without a single scratch on his body, or a wrinkle in his clothes. While the several older boys had stumbled out an hour later, their robes shredded, and a few dozen freshly healed injuries a piece. Daphne had been quite smug for the next few days following the event, causing the majority of the Slytherin girls to glare at her enviously.

The Zabini Heir had been regarded with an air of caution from day one, as everyone had been well aware of the rumored methods of his 'Black Widow' mother. It had taken a number of days of observing the seemingly antisocial dark skinned boy before one of the braver groups had finally made their move against him. Blaise had accepted the duels with little complaint, simply requesting each of them to take magical oaths never to speak of what went on inside the chamber, even with fellow snakes. The cocky older boys had wasted little time giving the seemingly naïve boy what he asked for, and had gone one after the other into the chamber, each having a turn against the first year.

The others watched in confusion as their friends emerged only moments after entering, not a single mark on them.. But the confusion soon turned to wariness as they observed their odd behavior over the week following the duels. All four boys had needed to be treated for psychiatric problems, having developed a noticeable twitch, severe insomnia, and fear of shadows and quick movements. Even after receiving treatment, they continued to refuse going into any unlit rooms, avoided small spaces, and had taken to walking about with their wands constantly drawn.

They kept their distance from Blaise at all cost, and the others eventually began calling the dark skinned boy 'The Shadow', and the four were the first, and last, to challenge the son of the infamous Black Widow in a duel.

Vince and Greg never went into a duel without the other, and what they lacked in intelligence and strategy, they made up for in creative spell barrages, and brute strength. They knew enough Dark Magic to take down their enemies, and while they weren't normally challenged often, or feared as the others were, it was known the two could handle themselves in a fight just as well. The eight snakes were soon known throughout the entire House as 'not to be fucked with'.

No one could say Slytherins lacked a sense of self preservation, after all.

Their Head of House had scolded them for being less than subtle, but it was ruined by his obvious pride at their skill. He wasted little time pulling them to the side and explaining how close they were to starting a 'Slytherin Court', and that there hadn't been one in a little over fifty years. They only needed two more Slytherin members, making it ten. There were the King and Queen of course, and there was the Prince and Princess, but there were also the King and Queen's Right Hands, and four Knights. Normally the Court was evenly distributed gender wise, with one male one female Right Hand, and two male Knights and their female counterparts.

There were exceptions, the Knights could consist of all males, or all females, but it was tradition to have two males, two females. Violet had looked into the other Slytherin girls, but none of them caught her eye, so they decided to wait. Daphne had insisted her sister, Astoria, would be a perfect addition, and would fit the role of one of the female Knights well. She was apparently just as skilled as her older sister, and so the future Queen of Slytherin accepted it. They decided to scout the next set of first years for a second female to add to their ranks, and make the Court official.

It was quickly confirmed that Draco and herself would take the roles of King and Queen, while Theo and Daphne would be the Prince and Princess. Blaise was happy to take the role of the King's Right Hand, and Pansy was smug about her rank of Queen's Right Hand. They were as respected as the Prince and Princess, and widely considered a bit more powerful, but the royal ranks were just a bit more prestigious. Besides, no one could deny the lovely couple made a perfect Prince and Princess.

Greg and Vince took their future ranks as Knights with ease. They knew they weren't as skilled as their friends, but they also knew they had earned their places by their sides. They just needed one more Knight female.. Though she knew the choice would be somewhat difficult to make for the following year...

The other Houses never knew about their skills or names of course, as no one was stupid or suicidal enough to go against the future Slytherin Court. The older students recognized the signs just as their Head of House had, and they were both wary and excited to see where it would take them. Despite their silence, Dumbledore was suspicious of them nonetheless. Not that they cared, nor did it truly matter. It was simply annoying.

The six Slytherins, not including Vince or Greg, were also respected by the majority of Hogwarts for being placed at the top of their entire year, with Violet, Draco and Daphne in the top three, and the others fighting for the rest of the slots. Nevelle had been surprised to be among them as well, but Violet hadn't been. Especially after he was fitted with a proper wand. Her godbrother was a skilled wizard, he just needed a bit more training, and a lot more confidence.

The Granger girl, unsurprisingly, was also placed into the top ten slots of their year, but it was mainly her ability to memorize the text books that allowed her to do so. She had viewed it as a personal insult not to be first in anything, and had taken to aggressively going against their group at every turn, attempting to prove them wrong or best them at anything possible. They had of course ignored the irritating little girl, but Violet was pleased to note the lack of friends.

It was a normal occurrence for the first year Slytherins, and one Gryffindor, to take up an entire corner in the library, and spend hours either reading in silence, or debating magical theories rather heatedly. She couldn't help but smirk each time she glanced over at the bushy haired girl sitting alone at one of the tables. It seemed the bossy little know it all hadn't even found a friend among the House of wit and knowledge. Just as she had predicted.

Dumbledore was another matter of annoyance all together for the Potter Heiress. He had waited exactly one week before calling his supposed pawn into his office under the guise of 'making sure she had settled in well enough'. While he pretended to be concerned for her, he also not so subtly hinted towards her new friends being untrustworthy, and asking if she wished to be resorted. He had been shocked, and lost every bit of twinkle in his eyes when she told him, rather bluntly, that she was quite pleased to have been sorted into Slytherin. His eyes had filled with irritation when she further explained she had no intention of being resorted, as she had found a number of very close friends in the House, though he covered it well enough, at first.

He also tried to push her towards making a few 'new friends', mainly Gryffindors. She had of course refused. One specific Gryffindor he had mentioned was a certain red head. He brought the idiot boy up several times until she had finally expressed to him that under no uncertain terms would she associate herself with the youngest Weasley boy. No matter how many times he insisted she give him a chance. She told him the boy was rude, ignorant, bigoted, ill mannered, and dumber than a sack of broken snitches, and she would rather befriend a Flobberworm than Ronald Weasley. His immense irritation over this statement confirmed her suspicions over the Weasley's involvement in the old man's schemes.

He had tried to quickly mask his growing annoyance, failing miserably, by giving her a very disappointed, sad look, telling her how unwise it was to exclude such friendships. Which of course did absolutely nothing to the young Slytherin. When he attempted to make her feel as though she were a child being scolded, she had simply raised a single eyebrow, and asked in the most falsely sweet voice she could muster why exactly it was any of his business who she did or did not associate with. His attempted explanations of being concerned were dismissed immediately, as he had never even met her before. Regardless of knowing her parents before they had died, he was a stranger and should not be so interested in her social life.

The amount of dry sarcasm, bluntness, and dismissive tones she had exhibited in such a short amount of time would have made Salazar Slytherin himself proud, and quite clearly made Dumbledore extremely frustrated throughout the entire 30 minutes she had sat in his office. By the end of their little meeting, the old man had been struggling to maintain his grandfatherly persona, and Tom had been cackling madly from within her mind.

The portrait of her distant relative, Phineas Nigellus Black, had smirked down at her smugly throughout the entire meeting. The former Headmaster and Black Lord had taken an instant liking to her as soon as his grey eyes had landed on the familiar Acacia Wand she used in her many lessons with Narcissa, Lucius and Severus. The man had insisted on helping with her training, and would not take no for an answer. He had been even more willing to help her after learning of her inherited Gifts, and her future role as the Head of the Black Family. After the first few lessons he supervised, he had expressed his immense happiness over having such a powerful descendant and Heiress, one that his own wand had chosen.

A few days after the highly entertaining chat with her Headmaster, her father had questioned what exactly she had done to the old fool, after the supposed Light Lord had sulked and glared at her none too subtly each time he laid eyes on her. The Potions Master had been amused by the childish behavior, and was curious as to what had caused it. When she showed him the memory, he hadn't been able to contain his laughter, and gave Slytherin twenty points for being punctual to class the first week of school.

Despite having to throw her weight around the Slytherins, maintaining a perfect academic image, and annoying the magic out of a certain meddling old goat, she was pleased with her progress so far at Hogwarts. The professors adored her, even if she was sorted into Slytherin, and she had each of them wrapped around her little finger. Both the Transfiguration and Charms Professors practically sang praises over her exceptional work during their classes, according to her father. Even the Potions Master himself had only good things to say about his supposed worst enemy's spawn, something that clearly annoyed the Headmaster as well, for reasons Merlin only knew.

Her friends were amazing, and regardless of what Tom said about the issue, she was very excited to have so many people care about her. It was a somewhat uncomfortable feeling at first, but after confiding with them about her previous home life, they had been more than willing to work with her on opening up and accepting their friendships. If anything it made them even closer than before.

Violet was rarely seen without her two best friends, Daphne and Pansy. The other Slytherin girls in their year were apparently close to one another, and had found solace with Tracey Davis' older cousin, a third year, so the three were normally walking from class to class, and sitting in the common room with just each other for company. The formidable girls had become quite close in the relatively sort amount of time, defending each other at every turn, and confiding with one another on any issues and concerns they had.

Draco, Blaise and Theo were also frequently near or around them, especially within the library and common room, but they also spent time doing whatever it was guys did, and left them to do 'girl stuff' as Theo had put it. Vince and Greg split their time between the guys and a group that housed Vince's older brother, and often skipped out on going to the library with the others. The two larger boys had firmly believed too much time around books made one less fun to be around, and tended to avoid it.

Nevelle had yet to make any friends in Gryffindor, and was almost constantly seen within arms distance of his godsister. The two godsiblings had gotten to know one another rather well, and became quite close. The shy boy had also confessed to enjoying hanging with the three girls a bit more than the guys. Being much more soft spoken than the three alpha males, he tended to enjoy peaceful silences that followed Violet, Pansy and Daphne. None of them minded in the least, and welcomed him to their group wholeheartedly. He listened to their light gossip, and allowed them to tutor him in the classes he was lacking skill in, such as Potions, and he in turn helped them with the only subject they ever had trouble with, Herbology.

It was a great first start, and Violet couldn't wait to collect more to add to their already strong group..

It was the beginning of October, on a quiet Saturday afternoon, and Violet was situated at her usual spot in the back corner of the library, surrounded by books, parchment, and one of her leather journals. Her magically modified fountain pen in hand, moving at a quick pace to put each of the new ideas and pieces of knowledge for her next project down on paper. Pansy and Daphne were on either side of her, both with their heads stuck in a book of their own, each of them deeply engrossed in their individual projects. It was for that reason that the normally aware girls hadn't noticed the slow approach of a group of older Gryffindor girls.

Her eyes narrowed when she noticed them, and their smug expressions, and she subtly sent a mental message via her growing Telepathy magic to both girls. Hazel and icey blue eyes joined emerald as they tracked the girls steady approach. They stopped just before the table, and gave them each a disgusted sneer.

"Well if it isn't the newest batch of Slytherin whores." Violet calmly placed her pen to the side and crossed her ankles, a look of indifference on her angelic face as her eyes met the dark brown orbs of the leader of the group.

"Rather bold coming from the 'Broom Closet Girl' of Gryffindor." Both Daphne and Pansy snickered at the comment. The tall blonde turned pink, and adopted the expression of having been slapped in the face.

"I don't know what you're talking about! You're just jealous because I'm prettier than you!" The three Slytherins laughed, and Violet racked her eyes slowly over the idiot girl's skinny frame with a critical eye.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. Though according to a bit over half of the male population in the school you seem to fit under the label of 'good for a quick shag in a dark closet', rather than pretty." One of the girls friends snorted, only to quickly cover it up with a cough when their 'leader' glared over at them. The other three girls were also attempting to hold it laughter, though they were doing a horrible job of it.

If it was at all possible, the brunette that had led them there had turned even redder in embarrassment, and anger. But instead of walking away with some semblance of dignity, the pathetic girl decided to draw her wand. Big mistake.

Violet's yew wand slipped into her hand almost lazily, though the spell she cast was wandless. The girl's eyes widened as her wand flew from her grip and landed into the first year's hand without a single word being spoken. Daphne and Pansy smirked as their friend twirled the Gryffindor's wand in her hand, her eyebrow raised questioningly as if to say, 'What now?'

"How did you do that? Give me back my wand!" The girl demanded childishly. Violet snorted, and Pansy rolled her eyes.

"Yes because asking for your wand back after you just attempted to attack us is really going to work. You must be even more of an idiot than I originally thought." The brunette first year told the older girl with a sharp edge of disgust in her voice. Even the other Gryffindors were looking at their supposed 'leader' with a few incredulous looks.

"Yes Amanda, what a horrible move, what exactly are you doing?"

"Picking on ickle firsties then?"

"Such a shame, and here we thought you had at least a few morals left in your little brain."

"How wrong we were, Gred."

"Indeed, quite wrong Forge."

The two ginger boys came seemingly out of nowhere, though the Potter Heiress had felt their slow approach. She studied the two with mild interest. They would made an excellent addition to her growing collection..

"Me thinks the poor girl has lost her mind at last if she believes she can best the Queens of Slytherin."

"I second your thinks, dear brother. The girl is completely batty." Said girl was quickly turning completely red in embarrassment as two of her fellow Lions stood up for the three first year Snakes.

"Queens, please. They're nothing but a bunch of whores, the lot of them!" 'Forge' tsked in mock sorrow as he approached the group.

"See, that is where I agree with the young Firsties, that is rather bold of you to say, especially when just yesterday you were in the broom closet near the Astronomy tower with a Seventh Year.."

His brother also tsked, and sighed dramatically. "Yes, and just a few hours ago, you were in a broom closet with a Sixth Year, only this time it was the one closest to the Divination classroom. What exactly were you doing both times, hmm? Studying?" If she hadn't witnessed it herself, Violet never would have known a person could turn such a violent shade of red.

Her friends had completely lost all control over themselves, and began laughing uncontrollably as they had already known of their friend's activities the day before, and the hours prior to the confrontation. They had always know about her putting herself out there the way she did, but they didn't actually think anyone had noticed or caught on to it!

Violet allowed the pathetic fifth year girl to summon her wand back, and watched in amusement as she stormed away angrily. Her friends followed behind her at a much slower pace, attempting to suppress their giggles.

The twins stood quietly before the three girls, and both Daphne and Pansy exchanged glances at their 'Queen'. They knew she had been interested in speaking to the two older Weasley's since the beginning feast, when she noticed they weren't disgusting. The entire Slytherin House had noticed soon their future Court watching the two carefully, and Nevelle had nothing but positive things to say about them.

"Do what do we owe the pleasure of the company of Hogwarts' infamous 'Terrors of Gryffindor'?" The two shared matching grins, and gave them dramatically low sweeping bows.

"Oh great Demon Queen, Ice Queen, and Man Eating Queen, we have noticed your little group watching us this past month, and we came to seek council with your lovely majesties." She smirked, not in the least bit surprised the two knew of their names, or that they had noticed her interest. It just meant her interest was placed in the right place. She motioned for them to sit, and they did so with dramatic grace.

"I have noticed the two of you don't seem to fit in the Weasley mold. I am curious, because I was under the impression your family was stuck firmly under the old man's thumb." Straight to the point. There was little need to sugar coat anything for them, and she needed to know what side the two were on.

They scowled, and exchanged equal looks of question, and then mirrored each other with expressions of concentration, and then decision. Violet watched the exchange with interest, as she was familiar with many forms of Mind Magic. There was no sort of Legitimancy, so it seemed to be some sort of mental link between the two of them. Which meant they weren't just twins, they were Magical Twins, identical in not only their appearance, but their very souls as well.

If they were, together there were very few things they couldn't accomplish, they would be a true force of nature. A quick glance with her Black Sight confirmed her suspicions, and Tom agreed eagerly they needed to acquire the two before her and quickly.

"The only people in our family we get on with are our two oldest brothers, and our baby sister. Our parents barely even look at us, yet alone care for us." Fred told them bitterly.

"We wanted to speak to you first thing, but we saw how guarded you were, and how protective your friends were, so we waited." George continued for his brother, seeing his irritation clearly.

"We wanted to warn you. Dumbledore is not who everyone believes he is, and our family may be Light, but they are far from good. They're planning something, and it has a lot to do with our Mother, and our younger brother, Ron."

"It doesn't look good, and there is only so much we can find out on our own, but we do know that they are attempting to figure out what is going on at Gringotts."

"Something about having to show up in person to access the Potter Vaults, and they lost their keys to any of them, and are unable to have any made anymore." At the end of their combined speech, Violet and her two friends were smirking smugly, her Sight hadn't detected a single lie... It seemed the two were on their side after all.

She leaned back in her seat, seeming to give something a great deal of thought while he studied the two in front of her critically. Neither of them fidgeted under her somewhat cold emerald gaze, and her smirk deepened.

"I appreciate your concern, gentlemen, but I am already aware of the old man and your lovely family's plans for me. I am also the reason behind their being blocked from my accounts, and I can assure you there is nothing any of them can do about it. I have plans of my own, you see, and they will be making the rest of this school year, and many to come very.. entertaining.. for those that wish to go against Dumblefuck, his blind little minions, and his manipulations." The two shared vicious grins with one another, communicating silently once more.

After a few moments they turned back to her with a determined glint in their eyes, and immediately replied with an in sync,

"Terrors, at your service, milady."

Samhain was approaching soon, and the odd group of Slytherins and Gryffindors were making plans to celebrate it properly. Tom had finally agreed to allow the others to come with them to the Room of Requirements so they would each have time and space to practice their less than legal magics.

The twins had fit in perfectly with the others, and their school-wide pranks became legendary very quickly with the help of the group of cunning and intelligent children. Their brother, Ronald, was the main target it seemed, and he was unable to pin it on any of them, including his brothers, though he knew it was them each time. It got to the point where even the Professors were starting to feel sorry for the young boy, even if he was a complete idiot. Though none could pin it on the twins, or anyone else in order to punish them or put a stop to it.

Her father had actually caught Draco, herself and George setting up a prank in the doorway of the Great Hall, and simply kept walking as if he hadn't sensed them hiding in the darkness. Though it may have been because that same day, Ronald had blown up three cauldrons in his class because he had been too busy insulting the Slytherins..

Draco, Blaise, and Theo weren't in the least bit surprised Violet had accepted the two Terrors into their group, and Nevelle had been ecstatic to have two friends in his own House. But Vince and Greg had taken awhile to warm up to the Gryffindors. It took a combined effort on all of their part to get him to relax around their presence.

The Head of Slytherin had been pleased as well, having been silently rooting for the two menaces since they arrived at school, especially when they pranked the Headmaster and the rest of their fellow Lions. They had always kept their distance from himself, and his Snakes, and even when they did catch one in them of their jokes, it was nothing serious or harmful, and the Snake had simply walked it off with a laugh. The Potions Master also expressed his confusion over them having not been placed into the Snake Pit, but eventually conceded her point of there never having been a Weasley in any other House but Gryffindor in their entire history, yet alone Slytherin.

They had spent most of their days in the library, Violet researching different languages and attempting to learn as many as possible in a short amount of time, and the others watching her with amusement while they focused on their own projects. The twins had been amazed to learn about her five Gifts, and ended up explaining they both had two a piece. Which was just as astounding, given they were basically one in the same, being Magical Twins. Not that they admitted the second part..

None of them outright told each other what their Gifts were, as Family Magics, and Gifts were tightly kept secrets within older families. Though Violet knew somewhat of what each of them had via her Black Sight. With time and training she would be able to tell exactly what Gifts one had, but not quite yet. Each of them had some sort of Elemental Magic, with the twins, Nevelle, Blaise and of course Draco having the most natural, and the rest having some sort of variation. She knew Daphne could control Gravity with her Gyrokinesis, and Pansy could control sound via her Sonikinesis, but that was all she knew of their inheritances.

Not that it upset her any, as the only Gifts they knew of, with the exception of her cousin, were her Telepathy, and Eidetic Memory. They were suspicious of her Pyrokinesis, as she was always quick to use fire in any situation, and they had seen her catch fire a few times when she was extremely angry. If they did know of it, they weren't saying, as being a Fire Mage was one of the most powerful and feared of all Elemental Magic Users.

She also had her suspicions that Blaise was a Shadow Mage, as the darkness she sensed around him felt as the description in her books described someone with Umbrakinesis said it would. If he was, then he was likely aware of her Necromancer status, having sensed the Hell Shadows around her and on her weapons. It was the only Element, besides Hell Fire, that could be shared by someone other than a Necromancer, as just the same when she 'tastes' fire, a Shadow Mage had every type of shadow or darkness at the tip of their fingers as long as they were able to be near enough to it.

There was of course also the four boys he had traumatized during the only duels the quiet Zabini Heir had during the school year. The pathetic saps still walked around with their wands drawn, and turned on all the lights before entering a room..

Both Tom and herself were more than happy with the powers her friends wielded, and were looking forward to each of them opening up about them a bit more in the training room. Once they started becoming more comfortable with using their Gifts amongst each other, she would show them her Pyrokinesis. The Necromancy would have to wait until she had more control over her summons, so she had gained accessed the Chamber of Secrets soon after the start of school. It was better that she practice there, as it was much too powerful to practice too much even within the magic shielded room they used currently.

Not to mention her Aunt Cissa had made her promise not to practice anything too far advanced without her, as there was so much that could go wrong when in the learning phase, regardless of how advanced she was for her age.

She just couldn't wait to see her babies again. The two Hellhounds were absolutely beautiful, and they loved being summoned by her. Both Tom and her father had been exasperated with her each time she summoned them, but eventually conceded when they saw how happy Bones and Beauty made her. The two absolutely adored her, and Aunt Cissa had told her she could eventually do a Fast Summon on both of them whenever she needed, something she was unhealthily happy about.

So for the next month, the odd group had practiced dueling, spell casting, and whatever they felt comfortable enough to use within the safety of the room. It was an excellent beginning to her first year, and she was ready for it to go even farther.

The Slytherin Court was coming along, as was her plans to expand her allies to the other Houses.

The world wouldn't know what hit them, and there was nothing the old fool could do about it...

It was the night before Samhain, and Violet fell into a deep sleep after her and Tom's nightly meditations, her mind set on the plans for the following night. They each had their own rituals planned, as both herself, Blaise, and Pansy were Solitary practitioners. They were nothing special, but it was enough for each to be satisfied with practicing the Old Ways.

The night had been quiet and peaceful, she had memorized another Ancient Runic alphabet, and she had watched her cousin and godbrother spar for a few hours in their training room. Fred, George and Theo had spent the afternoon planning a new prank on the youngest Weasley son, and the rest had watched their friends with mild amusement.

All was going as it should, that was until she woke with a sudden start, her wand in her hand in an instant, her eyes switching over to her Black Sight to search for whatever woke her in the pitch blackness of her room. When she found nothing, she laid back down only to jump back up when a loud banging sounded on her door.

She approached it with caution, but her caution turned to worry when she opened it to reveal a highly disheveled looking Daphne. The blonde's eyes were red rimmed as if she had been crying, and the tracks of her tears were still visible on her cheeks, and she was still in her wrinkled bed clothes. The dark haired girl ushered her friend inside, and sat her down on the divan at the end of her bed, calling for Dobby to bring them some chamomile tea.

The overexcited elf obliged eagerly, and she was soon serving the two of them, adding a mild calming draught to her friend's cup. Once she had the girl calmed a bit, and the shacking had slowed, she asked her gently what had happened. Violet held her tighter when she heard her normally controlled friend choke back a sob.

"I-I know I told you I have two Gifts, and you know of the Gravity manipulation, but the second is extremely rare, and kept quiet among my family for our own safety. It.. It's a small form of The Sight called Dream Premonition, and-and, I am the only one in my family who is still alive that has it. It's not powerful yet, and I'm not sure how to control it, but I know it is accurate. The first one I had was just after my seventh birthday, I had a dream about my baby cousin falling from a tree in their garden and breaking his arm in three places. I was distraught, but I didn't think anything of it until a week later and my mother told me about it happening. He fell from the exact tree, and broke the same arm in the same three places as I had dreamed, and it happened the day after I had the dream. I haven't had any horrible or life threatening predictions, so I never truly pay it any mind.. but.." She was rubbing soothing circles on her friends back as she listened to the story.

Her mind had apparently automatically rang all of the alarm bells needed to alert both Tom, and her father of the situation, and she felt both of them listening carefully. Both were on edge after hearing the word 'premonition' as there was only one good reason for Violet to have been the one the girl came to.

"I take it this one was bad then?" She asked her quietly. Daphne buried her face into the soft fabric of Violet's robe for a few moments before she gathered herself enough to nod.

"It-it was you! But.. you were dead," She choked on another sob. "I don't know what happened, but it was you, and-and you were just lying there in a pool of your own-own b-blood. It looked as though your body had been completely c-crushed by something large, and strong." It became apparent she wasn't going to be able to get anything else out of her friend at the moment so she simply held her close, and rocked them for a moment.

She felt the sobs slow, and she tilted her chin up towards her, silently asking for permission. The blonde nodded, and she wasted little time slipping into her friend's mind. The memory didn't take long to appear before her, and it was soon apparent why the normally guarded girl was so upset by what she saw.

Violet was indeed dead on the ground. Her mangled body was positioned in the middle of a sizable pool of her own blood, and it looked as though something had smashed her into the tile floor.. several times. Her yew wand was lying not far was from her mangled hand, and her emerald eyes were staring blankly out into space. It was apparent she hadn't been able to react quickly enough to whatever situation, as there weren't any defensive wounds other than the obvious. It was truly a gruesome scene..

Instead of focusing on the sight of herself dead, she turned her attention to the surrounding area. They were in the girl's lavatory, and the room was completely destroyed. The stall doors had been ripped off their hinges, the sinks and toilets had all been smashed to bits, and the tiles of the floor were shattered in several places by what looked to be some sort of large blunt object. It was almost as if some sort of beast had simply went on a rage, and took it out on everything within their reach.

There wasn't much that gave away the situation or what caused it, but she did notice another body in the corner of the room, looking just as mangled, if not more so. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was the Granger twat, and she was indeed dead, just as Violet herself was. A few moments passed of Violet taking in the scene, and a loud strangled gasp escaped from behind her.

She turned quickly, and felt as though her heart was shattering in her chest. Her father was standing in the open doorway, a look of pure agony on his pale face as he gazed down at the broken and bloody form on the floor. He was by her side in an instant, and it was then she noticed his disheveled appearance. His robes were torn and he had bits of dirt on his face, as well as several scratches, and his leg was bleeding freely. It was almost as if he had just been in a fight of some sort.

The young Heiress tore her eyes away from the sobbing form of her father, and took in the rest of her surroundings. It didn't take long for the other professors to find them, and the Transfiguration Mistress was equally as distraught as her colleague, sinking down to her knees and weeping over her loss. It also looked as though she had been in a battle, just as her father had. The others looked pained, but Dumbledore simply looked angry, and put out over the situation before him. As if someone had taken away his favorite toy, and when she thought about it, it was exactly what happened to the Headmaster.

When Violet gently pulled away from her friends mind, she sealed the memory behind the always present Occlumency barriers so she would be able to sleep later.

"Daph, it's okay. I am not going anywhere, and you and I both know I wont be that easy to take down. We just have to be sure none of us are alone tomorrow, and we will be fine." She sniffed lightly.

"You promise?" She smiled down at the girl.

"Yes, I promise. Now try and get some sleep. We have much to do tomorrow apparently." She got a weak smile in return, and a small nod.

It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, and Violet carefully scooped her slender blonde friend up from the divan and placed her in the large bed, wrapping her in the fluffy comforter. She could feel the various emotions leaking from her father's control, but she was too busy attempting to figure out what the hell would cause that amount of damage.

She was more than capable of looking out for herself, but why would she run into a situation like that without any of her friends? More importantly, why would she even go through so much trouble over the idiotic muggleborn girl? Sure, she had been wanting the little witch to open her eyes to the bigger picture, if only to get her to stop irritating her, but also to see if she would be any use to her later. There was no denying the girl was magically powerful, and bright, but it was hardly enough to risk her own life.

Once Sev had calmed down a bit, he began helping her brainstorm the different possibilities of what had happened, and they both had come to similar conclusions of some sort of Beast entering the castle. He also forbade her from going anywhere alone under any circumstances. She agreed, and made sure to also promise to let the others know as soon as she saw them the next day.

Tom, however, waited until the man retreated before he spoke,

Via.. I think my main soul fragment is responsible for this. If it were me, I would use the night of Samhain as well. We may have to make contact with him sooner than we planned... She pinched the bridge of her nose.

There are few things even in our world that could cause that much destruction, and even fewer that could even be let into the castle. My first guess is a Mountain, or Forest Troll, or maybe the Cerberus got lose. Though the Hellhound isn't likely, as I've already made contact with him. Fluffy wouldn't attack me. But how the hell would a troll get in? There were both types of Trolls in the forest, but they were more towards the mountain area, and even then, they wouldn't just follow someone here.

There is a small clan of Mountain Trolls not too far from the entrance to the lower tunnels of the Dungeons. Salazar Slytherin was planning on expanding his domain, but he left the school before they could be complete. I found them in my Sixth Year... And there are many Dark Spells that can be used to control one for a very short amount of time. An overpowered Imperius would do the trick. Violet groaned. Of course he would know how to let a bloody Troll inside the castle.

Well I'll be dammed if I let myself get killed by a bloody Troll of all things. I'll torch the effin thing if I have to, Dumblefuck and the Ministry can go suck on a bag of zombie cocks for all I care. I am the Heiress of four Ancient and Noble Houses, and I will not be bested by anything! She felt her eyes glowing in the low light of her room, and had to block the link to her father for a few moments. Her anger was not so easily remedied by her mental shields, however, and she was soon covered head to toe in blue flames.

Calm down love, you will burn your room up if you continue this way... Tom told her warily, though it wasn't truly helping any.

I refuse to believe after everything we have been through, I would be taken out by a bloody Troll! I have trained hard, I know such a creature's weak points, I have committed it to memory. I don't understand. Am I too weak? Is this what my life has come to? Build my magic and skill up only to be crushed by a fowl, brainless creature such as this? The flames grew hotter, and she felt Tom wrap his own mental shields over hers, sending waves of calm throughout her mind.

You are not weak, Violet Lilith Potter! I have trained you myself, as have three of my most powerful followers. The blood of four Ancient and Noble Houses runs through your veins, one of them we happen to share, and you are the farthest from weak a person could possibly be! Trolls are magically resistant to most forms or Light and Neutral Magic, that is why they are classified as XXXX dangerous beasts. There are very few legal ways one can incapacitate a fully grown Mountain or Forest Troll, yet alone someone as young as you are. You are prepared, before you saw that premonition, you were not. Who would think they would walk into a bathroom and find a Troll there? I myself have been caught off guard many times. I was defeated by a bloody one year old for Merlin's sake! Pull yourself together, and think. Use your lessons, and that big beautiful brain of yours. By the end of his rant, he had successfully calmed her anger enough for her to think clearly, and douse her flames. The blue fire dimmed to white, then orange, to red and finally down to nothing.

What kind of Dark Lord thinks a Troll in the midst of hundreds of school children is a good distraction to get the Stone? He chuckled softly, and retreated back to his space in the back of her mind.

An insane one. That is where you come in, my dear. She frowned.

My Telepathy is strong, I've been practicing, but I'm not sure if I am ready to take such a big step. The mind isn't something to play around with, I could make you worse, or I could- He cut her off by simply stating.

You are more than ready, Via. I will help you. There is nothing for you to worry about. We will get through the Troll incident, and we will plan accordingly. Our next class with him, I will open the Horcrux link. He has yet to come close enough to you for it to click naturally, so we will have to make it so. She took a deep, calming breath. He was of course right, as usual.

It will take some time for all of your memories to merge with his, are you sure you want to do this so soon? What if I lose you? It was a growing fear she had after her companion explained how he would get the main soul fragment to trust her. He had assured her it would work, and after he gained all of the mental clarity and memories from him, he would feel the same as before, only a bit more so.

It is going to be fine, My Little Flower. You worry to much. I am never going anywhere, even if he chooses to go against us, I am strong, and he will not be able to manipulate me without first breaching your defenses and my own. You and I both know how unlikely that is. She nodded. The Defense Professor, who she had taken to calling 'Quirreldemort', much to Tom's amusement, had already been intrigued with her after her sorting, and even more so after seeing her wand during class. He had even awarded her House points several times. The man had made no move to harm her, but it was still best to be safe rather than sorry until they were sure he was not against them.

I will hold you to that, Tom Cat. It is unlikely he will take any actively aggressive measures towards us, but as you said yourself, his mind is not as it once was. He is not you, I made you sane.. ish.. and I will try to do the same for him, but I make no promises it will work out the way we plan. He sighed as she climbed back into her bed, Daphne still fast asleep on the opposite side of her under the covers.

We will just have to play it by ear, love. Once the merging process is complete, we will make our decisions. Until then, I want you to get some rest. We have one day to prepare for the Troll incident, and I will not have you dying on my watch. She closed her eyes, and they sat in her mindscape meditating until she fell asleep once more.

Though Tom hid it well enough, he was just as worried about what the Greengrass heiress saw in her Premonition. He would not allow anyone to harm his flower, even if that someone was technically himself..

Tom Marvalo Riddle was no longer Lord Voldemort. No. He was who he was meant to be from the start, before his hatred for the muggles and his thirst for power and immortality consumed him. A smart, cunning, quick witted, and ambitious man. A Slytherin. The Heir of Salazar Slytherin.

Before that Samhain night.. He was nothing like he planned to be. He had been completely insane, obsessed over the Prophecy and over his immortality and power.

His lovely Violet.. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and it was time for all of him to realize it. Whether they liked it or not..

Severus Snape was an intelligent man. He had lived through a war, and served two incredibly power hungry and manipulative masters, and done many things he was not particularly fond of. The loss of his best friend, his Lily flower.. It had been painful. He had thought himself lost in his grief, never to return.

He had gone to her home, held her to him that night, and wept over his loss. He had heard the cries of a child. Her child. The reason she was gone..

He had never felt a hatred as strong in his life when he gazed upon the wailing form of his best friends' daughter. His wand had been drawn in an instant, pointing it at the little girl's small, helpless frame.

And then her eyes had opened. Lily's eyes...

The crying had stopped as soon as those eyes laid upon his tear streaked face, and he had frozen. Every spell he had thought of casting dying in his throat.

Those damning eyes. The fierce emerald bore into his very soul just as her mother's had in life. His hand wavered as well in that moment. But he hadn't understood why! He wanted her dead! She was the reason his Lily was gone!

But yet.. he also knew it was not the child's doing... The fault had laid in his own hands. He had been the one to take the information back to the Dark Lord. He had been the one to damn his best friend and her family. It had been all his fault.

All he could think was that she didn't deserve to live! How could she still be alive, while the beautiful, amazing woman he had grown to love was no more?

Lily...

He had soon realized she wouldn't have, and hadn't, wanted this. Any of this. She loved her family, and she had defended them to her dying breath. He couldn't forsake her, not even after all the hateful things she had said to him after their falling out. She had been his first friend..

He had lowered his wand in defeat. He couldn't harm the girl. Not after those damn eyes bore into his own obsidian. Those innocent eyes..

They had haunted his dreams as the years went by. While all Albus could say on the matter was that she was safe, well cared for, and exactly like her father. And he had believed it. What a fool he had been...

The day he saw those eyes again, sitting in that bare room, covered in scars and malnourished from her treatment from the Dursley's, he had vowed to protect her until the day he died. No matter what, or who, the threat.

Seeing her dead like that, even if it had been a premonition dream.. It had killed him inside. More so than even the death of his Lily had. She was not his true daughter, and never would be, but he had come to love her as one. Each time the word 'Father' was directed towards him, his once ice filled heart warmed.

She was his lifeline, his reason for living. There was nothing that would harm her while he was still breathing, of that he swore.

So the Dark Wizard, once known as the Dark Lord's spy, and personal potions Master, sat in front of the fire in his personal quarters, drinking Firewhiskey, and planned accordingly. He didn't care if he had to obliviate the entire staff himself for her use of illegal magics, she would live through whatever attack that was directed at her the next night. He would be sure of it..

Little did he know, a certain Dark Lord in his surrogate daughter's head was thinking the exact same thing. Violet would win against this threat, by any... means... necessary...

The next day had been completely filled to the brim with Theo comforting his betrothed, and both her surrogate brother, and her godbrother never allowing their sister out of their sight. Annoying, yes, but it was also heartwarming.

The worst by far had been her father, however. He had pulled her group off to the side and stated that under no uncertain terms would they allow Violet out of their sight, and that he didn't give a damn what sort of magic they used, they were to defend against whatever threat however they needed to.

It seemed they were each taking it far more serious than was needed, but as Daphne was a true Seer through Dream Premonition, they were apparently taking zero chances. They spent their time in the library researching ways to best Mountain and Forest Trolls, as she had confessed her suspicions over what sort of creature had done such destruction to the bathroom.

The eleven of them were more than prepared to face the disgusting beast, and by the time the 'Halloween' Feast had rolled around, they had relaxed, albeit slightly. They had argued with her rather heatedly when she insisted on going to rescue the annoying little raven, but eventually conceded after she had told them she couldn't just allow such power to go to waste. None of them could deny the girl's skill in magic, nor her ability to learn quickly.

Her father hadn't been pleased about the idea, but he had also realized he could stand back and allow a student to be mauled by a Troll either. So when 'Quirreldemort' came busting into the Hall yelling "Troll in the dungeons!" and 'fainted', the eight Slytherins, and three Gryffindors went straight to the Girl's lavatory the Granger girl had been crying in all afternoon.

Violet had taken charge of the attack, sending an overpowered Incendio at the great brute to distract it, while Draco had frozen the water on the floor around the Troll's feet with an overpowered freezing charm to trip it a bit. Pansy, Daphne, and Nevelle sent ropes towards it's legs, effectively tripping it up completely, while Fred, George, Blaise and Theo cast a barrage of overpowered stunners at it as it fell. Greg and Vince had been standing guard just in case something went wrong with the attack, while the Granger girl had simply curled up beneath one of the sinks and screamed, and sobbed, her lungs out.

The Troll, which turned out to be of the Mountain variety of course, crashed to the ground in a large heap, and Violet had turned the club it had been carrying into a pile of ashes out of sheer spite. The others had rolled their eyes at the subtle gesture, and she had shrugged uncaring. Premonition or not, that stupid thing had killed her!

The professors hurried into the bathroom soon after that, and Violet once again took charge of the situation, explaining that Nevelle, and the twins had overheard someone say the Ravenclaw was in the bathroom when the announcement about the Troll had been made, so they went to be sure she was alright.

Much to their surprise, and somewhat shock, the former twat of a girl had stood up for them, even going so far as to say they had saved her life. It was true of course, but it was still a shock to hear something other than an insult from the bratty child about her or her friends. Both Mcgonagall and Sev had taken points for being reckless, and in her father's case, for being heroic, while the Deputy Headmistress had given points for the same. Much to the amusement of both Violet and the rest of the Slytherins.

They explained what had happened to the rest of the Slytherin House, and allowed them to spread the word around about how a group of first years had defeated a fully grown Mountain Troll, and within days the entire school knew what had happened. Most of those who had doubted her, or thought her and her friends evil for being in Slytherin, were now changing their minds. How could she be evil if she went so far as to heroically save the life of such an annoying little muggleborn?

The only one not singing them praises the days that followed the incident were the Headmaster, and Ronald Weasley respectively. Though it was sort of expected, as neither of them were pleased their meal ticket was not cooperating with them. The youngest Weasley son was now being shunned by most of his House for continuously bad mouthing the Girl Who Lived. How his behavior was supposed to get her to somehow marry the idiot boy, she did not know.

Dumbledore had called her into his office a total of three times in the next few weeks following the incident, much to her irritation. The first had been to 'check' on her, and once again insist she make friends with Ronald, and be resorted, as it was apparently clear she was not safe where she was. The young Potter Heiress had actually laughed in the old fool's face, and simply walked back out of his office, only having been there long enough for him to spring the two 'concerns' on her.

He had called her back a few days later expressing his disappointment of her behavior, and that she should listen to her 'superiors'. She had told him that he was nothing but a school Headmaster, and he did not have any say over how she spent her free time, or who she befriended. He had pleaded her to 'see reason', and expressed the 'concern' he had for her safety in such a Dark House. She had once again informed him she wasn't going anywhere near Ronald Weasley, nor was she going to be resorted into a different House. Her friends were there to stay, and Ronald would never be a part of that group.

The man had decided to wait a bit before calling her back, but he did not stand idly by in that time. In his infinite wisdom, he decided that a letter from the Weasley Matriarch was necessary. Molly Weasley sent her the most vomit inducing, and pitiful letter Violet had ever had the displeasure of reading.

Compulsion charms were laced throughout it of course, and it didn't take a genius to realize the homemade fudge the woman had so graciously sent her was laced with something as well. Though what, she did not know yet. The letter had mainly consisted of the older woman expressing how happy she was that she was well, and how close she had been to her parents. There was even an entire page and a half on how excited Ron had been to meet her, and how well she had apparently raised him, so she should give him a shot at friendship. She had simply smirked, and grabbed her modified fountain pen to send the woman a worthy reply.

It had been short, sweet, and to the point,

Dear Mrs. Weasley,

I am not entirely certain who it is you were speaking of in your letter, but it was most certainly not your youngest son, Ronald. Perhaps with your several children, you may have gotten them confused. It is alright, these things happen. Allow me to help you with your memory a bit.
Your son, Ronald Weasley is by far the most disgusting, ill mannered, vile, rude, bigoted, ignorant, unintelligent and idiotic fool I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. I will never be friends with a person such as he, and I will not be changing my mind. Though I appreciate your concern.
I do hope you were not speaking of him when you described yourself as 'raising him as a proper gentleman' as well, because he has been nothing but hateful towards myself and my friends for simply being placed in Slytherin, as well as seeming to lack all manner of propriety. Not to mention his personal hygiene and table manners are by far the worst I have ever encountered. Perhaps you should enroll him into a few etiquette classes? Or send him a few bars of soap, and deodorizer potions?

You may have known my parents, Madam, but I assure you I am nothing like them, because I have never, and will never know them enough to act as them. Your logic is severely lacking if your knowing them 'intimately' as you claim does nothing.

As much as I appreciate the effort, I am not much of a fudge person myself. Perhaps I shall donate it to someone who will appreciate it more.

Yours sincerely,

Heiress Violet Lilith Potter

Heiress to the Ancient and Noble House of Potter

P.S

Did you know that the minimum sentence for Line Theft in Magical Britain is a lifetime in Azkaban? Interesting bit of information isn't it?

It was very likely the letter back to the woman was the reasoning behind her next summons, but this time she brought backup. She had simply approached her father while he was speaking to the other professors, and put on the most innocent and frightened facial expression she could manage.

After expressing her worries over the Headmaster's consistent odd behavior and unnecessary interests towards her, he had been happy to accompany her to the meeting. Not only that, but the Heads of all three of the other Houses followed suit, each of them confused and wary over the reasons behind so many summons in such a short amount of time. Especially since they too had seen the looks the Headmaster had been giving her as of late.

To say the look on the old man's face when he saw all four Head of House Professors accompanying her into his office was priceless would be a vast understatement. He looked absolutely mutinous, and when he tried to dismiss them, all four had informed him of Violet's right to have them there if she wished. When she agreed, expressing how uncomfortable she was with all the unwanted attention the man was sending her, he had looked as though he had just swallowed an entire bag of Lemon Drops.

The entire meeting consisted of a prizewinning amount of acting on her part, and heated arguments between the older man and the members of his staff. Though no one expressed her anger more so than the Head of the Lions. The formidable woman had completely chewed her supposed Light Lord out, her Scottish brogue becoming thicker with every word that flew from her mouth. Both Violet and her father were surprised by the Deputy Headmistress' behavior in defending the young Slytherin, but both were pleased to see her fighting the enchantments surrounding her.

It seemed she had more allies within the school than she thought. It didn't take long for the 'meeting' to end, and the three older professors, excluding her father, had wasted little time demanding she let them know the instant she was called back up to his office so they could be there as well. On the outside she was thankful, and relieved she was going to have them on her side.

Inside of her mind, however, she had been smirking the entire time, and Tom had once again expressed both his sorrow and pride at creating such a 'monster' as she.

Needless to say the old goat had decided to keep his distance from her for the time being, though he continued to glare over at her every chance he got. She simply filed it away for future use, and continued about her business. The Slytherins had all noticed the sudden change in atmosphere around the staff table, and noticed the subtle calculating glances the other Professors sent their Headmaster, and the not so subtle glares the old goat sent their future Slytherin Queen.

It was no secret the man was no friend to them, but it was now blatantly obvious he was now an enemy. Whispers had began flowing throughout the castle, and she decided to use their gossip hungriness to her advantage.

Several times over the next month, Violet had been found discussing her worries over the Headmaster's ulterior motives towards her in very public areas around the school. She explained how uncomfortable the man made her, and how pushy he had been towards her in the four meetings she had been forced to attend, and how she had eventually needed her Head of House to attend the latest meeting. The fact that all three of the other Heads also accompanied her there simply added fire to the flame.

It didn't take long for her words to spread throughout the halls, and soon the entire castle was looking more closely into the not so subtle glares the man sent her, and why he would be paying so much attention to the Potter Heiress. The fact that their Heads were involved cemented their belief it was all true, and soon all four houses were on her side.

They also noted how the youngest Weasley acted towards her, as word of his intentions being leaked about 'marrying her and acquiring the Potter fortune' as he had so blatantly expressed on the train ride was now spread across the halls as well. Of course being the brainless idiot the young Weasley boy was, he continuously dug himself deeper by insulting the Girl Who Lived and her friends, while also attempting to push himself into their conversations.

Not long after the rumors and information spread, a large article appeared in the paper with the title Hogwarts Headmaster Abusing his Power to Stalk Girl Who Lived? Right on the front cover was a photo of the Headmaster scowling down over at Violet and her friends as they walked happily through an empty courtyard. It was clear he had thought himself alone, and had been photographed without his knowledge, and judging by his pale coloring as he read the article, he was not happy.

The article itself was a lovely little piece written by none other than Rita Skeeter, and it was an absolute masterpiece. Every single rumor about the Weasley Family, and the Headmaster about all of their supposed ulterior motives with the Girl Who Lived was plastered on the front page. Both true and false, meaning there was quite a bit for the old goat to explain to the public. She made a mental note to write a quick letter after that, it was never too early to acquire allies on the outside after all..

The old man hadn't even wasted any energy attempting to summon her to his office. No, he, in his infinite wisdom, decided to corner her in the Hall and openly demand she take back everything she had said. He had acted hurt and disappointed, even going as far as attempting to place a 'comforting' hand on her shoulder, and insisting she get away from her friend's manipulations. In turn, she had flinched away from his touch, and pleaded for him to just leave her alone, and to stop trying to interfere in her life.

All of the passing students were gaping at the Headmaster as if they had just witnessed him striking a student in front of them. He had tried to cover up his blunder by acting as the jovial old grandfather, to no avail. Even more whispers over his 'handsy' behavior spread through the halls, and he was soon up to his eyebrows in Howlers from concerned parents concerned over their children being in the same building as a pedophile...

Inside Violet was cackling gleefully, both for the fact that the school was on her side, and the tiny, undetected beetle sitting on her shoulder witnessing the many events unfold...

The rest of the time before their first holiday was spent watching the world crumble around the esteemed Headmaster. He had continued to receive Howlers left and right, not to mention the Minister himself, the Head Auror, as well as a few Senior Aurors, and the Board of Governors had come directly to the school to investigate the rumors in the paper.

Many new allies were made as the Ministry officials observed the seemingly shy, innocent, and frightened Girl Who Lived as she sat before them and explained how the Headmaster had been making her feel extremely uncomfortable with his constant staring, forced meetings, and insisting she be friends with her bully. They had practically cooed over her when she explained happily over her new friends she had made so far in her House, and how close she had gotten to them.

At the end of the meeting, there was a brand new restraining order against the Headmaster, many invites for Violet to come for tea during the summer break, and an official probation period for the old man.

Revenge was sweet...

Yule break at the Malfoy's was a fantastic. Lady Malfoy had completely outdone herself with the décor, and there was nothing that could compare to the extravagant winter wonderland that coated the entire manor. Both Draco and Violet were each bouncing off the walls with excitement and sugar, and were quickly driving all of the adults completely mad.

It was then that they both received one of their presents early; two brand new Nimbus 2001's. The two Black descendants practically flew the new brooms out of the manor in their haste to try them out, and the majority of the first part of the break was spent out on the Quidditch pitch attempting to outfly the other.

The fun had to be stopped by either Narcissa, or Sev, and it was only for food or sleep. Though when Violet had attempted a few professional Quidditch moves, such as the Sloth Grip Role, and the Wronski Feint, her father had shown up and called an end to their 'attempted suicide via brooms', regardless of the fact she had nailed both moves.

It seemed he was still a bit touchy over her health after the Troll incident..

Regardless of their fun in the air, and exploration of Malfoy Manor, they spent their time relaxing. Her Aunt Cissa had been adamant that they take a break from training and simply spend the break having fun like two normal children. Something they both did joyfully.

One surprise they were both unprepared for was the arrival of her godfather's mate, Remus Lupin. Apparently Narcissa had badgered her father about contacting him so they could have another ally, and another set of eyes to help care for Violet. Although grudgingly, he had eventually conceded and contacted the wolf, explaining as much as he could, and even going as far as to check him over to find the various spells that had been placed over him, as well as offering him a monthly supply of Wolfsbane.

When she had appeared for dinner that evening and spotted the familiar man dressed in ragged robes, and shifting nervously, she had completely lost all decorum and sprung herself at the older man with a loud "Uncle Moony!" They had wept in each other's arms for a few moments before she had gotten the explanation of where he had been, and why he hadn't contacted her.

She had of course forbidden him from blaming himself for anything, and reassuring him she was fine all thanks to the Malfoys and her father. He had apparently already been told of their closeness, but to hear it from her mouth was still a bit of an obvious shock. Sev had been highly uncomfortable throughout their conversations, but after seeing the happy tears welling in his surrogate daughter's eyes he had softened immensely.

They had a wonderful time filling her Uncle in on the happenings so far, and getting to know him as much as possible before the end of the break. He had even stayed throughout their Yule celebration, explaining that her father and mother, and grandparents along with himself, Sirius and... Wormtail.. had all celebrated the Old Ways in secret.

The morning of the present giving, both herself and Draco had woken everyone up at the crack of dawn, insisting it was time for presents. At least, they tried to. Both Draco's parents and her father had warded their rooms against intrusions. One of the wards Sev had added was an anti flame ward, something she had been appalled at. She was powerful enough to burn through an anti flame ward!

When the three smirking adults had come down for breakfast an hour later, they each had matching smirks directed at the exhausted wolf who was smiling politely at the overexcited children.

"And that, Wolf, is why you use wards." Remus had mock glared at the Potion's Master, but it had failed miserably when Violet had lit up at the sight of her surrogate father, Aunt, and Uncle.

Violet had been practically salivating over her presents as she carefully opened each of them. From her father, she had gotten a brand new set of first addition Potion books, along with a high grade moonstone for brewing. Something she was definitely looking forward to using as soon as possible. Though judging by the look on his face, it wouldn't be without his supervision..

From her Aunt and Uncle, she had gotten a brand new set of twin daggers, a few new items of clothing, and a Necromancer Summoning Stone. The daggers were explained by her Uncle, informing her she wouldn't be able to use her Hell Shadow Blades often without severe consequences, and that it was tradition to have one's own made to add to the family collection. They were beautiful, Goblin silver, and set with emeralds, with snakes wrapped around the hilt. Both the Potter and Black crests were present, much to her pleasure, and the emeralds matched her eye color exactly.

Her aunt had picked out a wide variety of robes, dresses, skirts, and tops for her to wear over the weekend, and over the summer holiday. They were fine quality, and each in many lovely shades of purple, blue, green, and black. The best part was that they could be worn in both the wizarding world and the muggle, though they did look a bit different than regular muggle clothing.

The Summoning Stone was demonstrated rather than explained when her Aunt had activated the rune sequence and added a drop of her niece's blood, summoning both of her beloved Hellhounds. She had then explained it was the training tool used to perfect Fast Summoning, and that it could only be used once a day, and the more it was used the longer what was summoned could remain in the physical plane. The adults had all watched with amusement, Moony with strained shock, while she play with the two beasts. Remus also attempted not to flinch when she introduced them to her 'Uncle Moony', and allowed them to get his scent.

Remus had brought her a simple green leather journal, and a package of Honeydukes chocolate. He attempted to apologize to her over the minimalist gift, only to let out a relieved breath when she admitted her chocolate addiction, and love for writing in journals such as the one he got her. He was also relieved as the majority of her presents consisted of some sort of chocolate.

Speaking of chocolate, Draco had gotten her a giant fifty pound chocolate frog, much to the amusement of everyone in the room, including Tom. The two young pre-teens spent a good minute chasing the large frog through the sitting room until her father had finally taken pity on her and stunned it. They also shared evil glances over one another over the sort of trouble they could get in over the large chunk of animated chocolate. Each of the adults shared wary looks over the familiar sight, and Narcissa had to hid her giggles after glancing over at her longtime friend's look of constipation over knowing exactly what was sure to happen.

Her cousin had also gotten her an ornate silver locket, with a fire opal stone setting. On the inside it held a photo of herself, Draco and Uncle Lucius and Aunt Cissa, and a photo of herself and her father. It was also charmed to be resistant to most flames, and the metal could be changed to match any outfit or other pieces of jewelry. It was quite lovely, and she adored it, wasting little time placing it around her neck.

Blaise had sent her a beautiful black opal and onyx hair pin, and a large package of chocolate chunk cookies from Honeydukes. The pin was fabulous, it was made of black gold, and it formed a black raven, its eyes glowing with emerald stones, with several black roses wrapped around it. Both Violet and Lady Malfoy squealed over the sight of the beautiful pin, while each of the men shared looks over the extravagance of the gift. Draco simply looked on somewhat oblivious, as if he had already known what his friend had planned to get her, and each of them also narrowed in on this observation, planning to corner him soon after.

Both Theo and Daphne had sent her a joint gift of Honeydukes finest chocolate, and three gorgeous silk and lace dresses. Each of the dresses were charmed to grow with her for the next several years, and were made with the finest quality material. One was a floor length deep emerald green and silver, with long sleeves and a high neck. The next was a short, black Lolita style, with purple accents and lovely flowing sleeves. Both dresses were adorable and very high quality, having her Aunt gushing over how lovely they would look on her.

The third was vetoed by each male in the room as never to be worn until she was of age. It was long, but it had a very high slit up the side, and it was strapless, and very glittery, as if it were made with actual rubies. It reminded her of a cartoon Dudley had once watched, with a woman named 'Jessica Rabbit'. It was definitely a 'Va Va Voom' feeling, and even her Aunt had to agree with not allowing her to wear it until she was much older.

Her father had attempted to confiscate it. He only relented after she allowed him to place charms over them to keep it from being worn for the time being, and allowed her to keep it to 'admire it'. All three men did warn if she wore it in public before she was old enough there would be consequences, much to the amusement of both Lady Malfoy and herself.

From Pansy, she had gotten a vast amount of earrings. It was somewhat ridiculous how many different kinds she had included, a few even matched her dresses, which had both women convinced it had been planned that way. She was now the proud owner of a very wide selection of earrings in every metal, and gemstone she could think of. Not that she was complaining in the least, as she hadn't had any before.

Both Greg and Vince had ended up sending her Honeydukes chocolate, and vouchers for a few different book stores. Both her father and Uncle Lucius had eventually conceded to both children's demands to go to the bookstores the next day, as both of them had gotten the same vouchers.

Her godbrother had sent her a lovely series of seeds to start a Potions garden, and a gorgeous potted Fire Lily. The seeds were given to Dobby and Kreacher, along with the Malfoy's gardening elf, to begin the planting and maintaining of the garden back at Grimmauld Place. The Fire Lily was the only fire resistant flower in the magical world, and it never took water, instead it took magical fire to feed and maintain it. Something she had been immensely excited over, as she had been wanting to get some sort of plant to liven up her dorm.

The twins, with their combined genius, had sent her a set of trick potions that would cause the drinker to breath fire for approximately an hour per dosage. She had smirked and hidden the potions away, thinking over who she would like to get with them first, while she opened the larger and less secretive gift beneath it. Which happened to be a large assortment of muggle chocolate bars, much to everyone's amusement.

Unfortunately, she was unable to get her father, nor her Uncle Lucius with the potion, as they both had seen her subtle gesture to hide the vials, and the Potions Master had recognized the writing as the Terror Twins. Fortunately, however, she had been able to get both Draco and her Uncle Moony. The Malfoy Heir had chased her throughout the manor, all while she had cackled madly at the sight of the blonde's angry fire breathing abilities. Uncle Moony had simply laughed at the fire coming from his mouth, and watched the sight of his 'cub' being chased by the Malfoy Heir.

Even Tom was laughing at the young Heir's expense, and had no complaints over any of the festivities. It was a wonderful day, and she was happy to note each of her friends and family had loved her gifts to them. With the exception of one from a meddling old man, one that had belonged to her the entire time...

She had removed the silvery cloak from the 'mysterious' packaging, and both her father and Uncle instantly recognized the infamous potter heirloom. It was of course laced with compulsions and tracking charms, as well as the note that came with it. The adults were angry of course, but Violet was ready, the cloak would be extremely useful after all...

Once they had settled from their individual anger, she had watched her family, however odd a bunch they were, open the gifts she had given them each. It quickly turned into a happy environment once again.

For her father, she had gifted him a framed drawing of both herself, and her mother, and a set of rare potion ingredients. He had smiled at the gifts, causing her Uncle Moony to choke on his tea a bit, as he had never seen the man smile. The ingredients were to potions she had known he was experimenting with, and the drawing of her mother had been the same one he had seen the first ay they met, while the drawing of herself was of the two of them standing together at Grimmauld. It had been the first day she had called him 'Father', and she had gotten the image of the scene from her Uncle's memory and decided to draw it for him.

Her Aunt and Uncle had received tickets to a day spa in France, along with a set a case of her Aunt's favorite hair potions, and a large bottle of her Uncle's favorite Fire Whiskey. They had both been delighted over the thoughtful gifts, and her Aunt had given her a bone crushing hug in thanks. Her tearful eyes at having a lovely 'daughter' to dote upon had her husband wrapping a comforting arm around her, and Draco rolling his eyes at his mother's dramatics.

The toughest decision, however, was what she would do about her Uncle Moony. She hadn't even known he would be coming, so she had eventually talked her Aunt into taking her out to purchase the man a gift. After searching for a while, she had finally decided on a year's supply voucher for Honeydukes, an entirely new wardrobe, and a large set of Defense books. He had attempted to argue over the clothes and expensiveness of the gifts, but he had eventually conceded after she had told him he needed each of them equally. Yes, even the chocolate.

In addition to the gifts she gave him, Violet also insisted he stay at Grimmauld Place with her from that point forward. She cut off all rants by telling him she needed him close, and that there was a modified cell in the deepest part of the manor that she had customized for his transformations. She had planned to find him eventually, and knew it was needed so she had the Goblins add it. His watery eyes had told her enough that the decision was the right one, and she added him to the wards immediately. The introduction between her Uncle, and Kreacher and Dobby had gone well enough, especially after she had told them he was the mate of the oldest Black son, Sirius, who also happened to be her godfather, and she told him to pick out his room asap.

Draco received an Ice Flame dagger, so he could move his training up a bit, and an emerald and silver dragon bracelet with his initials inscribed on the metal. The dagger had been charmed by Lucius, as he had been planning to introduce his son to the Ice Flame sometime soon, and the dagger would be a great practicing tool. It also allowed Violet to 'taste' the enchanted flame and learn to use it as well, much to her pleasure. They would be able to finally use a magic together other than mind magics!

For Blaise, she had gotten the silent boy a package of his favorite treats from Honeydukes, and placed a bit of Hell Shadow over a small ornate blade for him to 'taste'. It was done with the help of her Aunt Cissa of course, and it felt right given the lovely gift he had sent her. She only hoped he enjoyed it, and was able to use it well..

Theo was sent a box of variety treats from Honeydukes, and an awesome greatsword she had found in Knockturn Alley. It was something of a joke, as the boy had constantly been complaining over not being allowed to have one yet because his grandfather didn't want him to go and break all of his furniture. It was charmed to remain sharp, and it had the boy's favorite color stones, blue sapphires, imbedded in the hilt.

For both Daphne and Pansy, she had bought a wide variety of muggle makeup, nail polish, and perfumes. The wizarding world had their versions, but the were surprisingly not as good as their muggle counterpart. She had also gotten them both a few questionable books on Women's Defensive Magic, something that had her snickering, and Draco rolling his eyes.

Vince and Greg had been easy to shop for, as they were both obsessed with food, and Quidditch. She had gotten them both a wide variety of sweets, and vouchers for quite a few Quidditch stores so they could get what they wanted.

Her godbrother received a large variety of both muggle and magical seedlings, and a few books on how to care for them, and how to use them in Healing and medicine. He had expressed his need for more variety of plants, so she had delivered and then some. It was only right, since he was her family after all.

Both Fred and George were sent a wide variety of both muggle and magical pranks and joke merchandise, along with several joke books. They would likely be using their gifts to terrorize their family, which was why she had sent them so many different kinds. It was going to be a lovely storytelling from the two when they unleashed their products on their unsuspecting family members.

The rest of the break was spent going through their presents, and fitting them inside of their trunks. The giant chocolate frog had to be chained to the bottom of one of the compartments, and even then her trunk jumped every now and then from the feeling of it trying to get loose. It was quite comical for the adults to watch the young girl attempt to force the animated sweet into submission, and fail miserably.

She also used the Summoning Stone a few more times in an attempt to keep her babies in the physical realm longer. It was going to take time to do so, as it was extremely draining on her part. Especially since they weren't just normal Hellhounds, they were very high tier, and very few could summon them, according to her Aunt Cissa. The look of shock that had crossed the older woman's face when she summoned them for the first time was quite comical, as she told her she had apparently summoned them at a young age by accident...

The new daggers she was gifted were lovely, and she was beginning to get used to them just as she had the Hell Shadow Blades, only these were completely legal to use in a defensive situation, and they were allowed in a school setting via an ancient school law made by the Founders themselves. Meaning Dumbles couldn't do a thing about her having them.

She rarely took the locket Draco had gifted her off of her neck, and since Tom's soul piece was hidden from view, it was the only necklace on display. It held sentimental value, as it was proof of her caring and loving family. Her new hair pin was also worn often, and it hadn't taken her father or her uncles long to corner Draco about it, only having their suspicions deflated when they were told it had been the Malfoy Heir's idea. Violet had been complaining about needing more jewelry, and since it was improper for a boy to gift a girl things such as necklaces, bracelets, or earrings since they would be considered courting gifts. He had noticed how much she loved the amethyst one, and had a hair pin made for his friend.

Her father had also caught the two of them attempting to sneak their brooms in their trunks so they could sneak out of the castle and fly. He had confiscated them both, and they had sulked for the rest of the day. The only bright side was that they would be able to unleash Violet's Choco Monster Frog on the unsuspecting Slytherins, and possibly the rest of the school. Who knew?

Uncle Moony's journal was now going to be her Potion's journal, where she would be putting each and every potion she had improved, or created. She already had few for the spells, wards and runic sequences she planned to make and improve on, and had already started to work on. Her goal was to get as many Masteries as she could, starting with Potions, Warding, Spell Crafting, and Ancient Runes. Possibly Arithmancy as well, and work her way up to Transfiguration, Charms, Defense, Healing, and Dueling. Her excuse was to not only be prepared, but to have the world know she was not to be fucked with.

She had also practiced a small amount with the Ice Flames along with her cousin, under Uncle Lucius' watchful eye of course. They hadn't truly been able to master it yet, but they had made a small amount of progress. Neither of them felt completely right using the ancient magic, as the flames were uncomfortable for Draco, and the ice was uncomfortable for Violet. Both adults had assured them the feeling was normal, as the Ice Flame was considered one of the most difficult magics both an Ice Mage, and a Fire Mage could learn. Which was understandable, as it was listed under one of the 'Abominations of Magick'.

The last few days of the break were spent showing her Uncle Moony around Grimmauld, and getting him situated in his room. He had been shocked at the changes in the house, and expressed his happiness over how much Sirius would enjoy it as well when they finally freed him. It was an excruciatingly slow process, but they needed to get it done under the Ministry and Dumbledore's watchful eyes. Luckily their many allies in the school and few in the Auror Department were moving things along quicker than was normal, and when they did free him, Violet would be using her Telepathy to fix any mental damage.

Her uncle was nervous over this fact, as he had been under too many spells and potions to truly think over the situation all those years ago. All he could feel was his overwhelming grief, and betrayal. When, not if, they got him freed, Violet was sure he would understand. Especially after they explained everything that had happened to the Grim Animagus.

They were all equally upset over the fact that Wormtail was missing in action, as the slippery little rat had truly disappeared. They knew Sirius was innocent, and that it had been Peter who was made Secret Keeper, but they didn't know what exactly happened. Unfortunately, until they found him as solid proof, the investigation would continue to go slowly.

If only they could find the traitor, they would set Sirius free sooner. Her aunt, uncles, and father, were each looking high and low for any sign of him. They could only hope they would find the rat soon..

The train ride back was much like the first time, with many games being played, and sweets being eaten. Only this time they each showed off their various gifts. Violet had chosen to wear her new Lolita style dress from Daph, and the new earrings and hair pin Pansy and Blaise had given her. Both girls had gushed over her appearance, and had bombarded her with questions over the various muggle beauty products they received. Since none of them were required to wear their school robes since classes hadn't started back yet, they could dress however they liked, and each of them were dressed in the finest clothing available.

Each of the boys had thanked her as well, with Blaise giving her a soft knowing smile when she inquired how he liked his dagger. Theo had been overjoyed when he received the greatsword, but his grandfather had forbidden him from taking it along with him back to school. Nevelle had told them excitedly how each of the plants they had given him were fitting in nicely in his greenhouses, and she had in turn told him her Fire Lily was waiting for her in her dorm, thanks to Dobby. Both Fred and George had laughed uproariously when she had told them about getting Draco with their fire breathing potions, while the blond had sulked over his loss of decorum.

Of course Greg and Vince were happy to have their gifts, and showed them the candy, and shirts and other Quidditch merchandise they had gotten from their friends. It was quite amusing to see them both happily munching on their sweets, and talking about the things they would be doing with the new Quidditch gear.

Draco had apparently sent Theo a crystal chess set to match his own so they could play against each other in style, and the majority of the train ride consisted of the two concentrating heavily on the game. That is until Blaise had stepped in and 'accidentally' threw a pumpkin pasty at the board. The girls, and Nevelle had laughed at how put out the two boys looked, and Theo sent a few stinging Hexes at his friend.

When they finally made it to the castle, they were unsurprised to see the Headmaster watching them exit the carriages. Though they continued on as though nothing was amiss. It was a bit creepy though, seeing him lurking in the shadows like some perverted stalker. During the feast he had also attempted to watch her subtly, though even after the break the rumors and the publicly known restraining order were still fresh in everyone's mind, and each glance was noted by the majority of the school.

He apparently had enough brain cells to know not to attempt to follow her to the dungeons, though she still felt his eyes following her out. He hadn't attempted any Legitimacy since the first time he had tried and gotten himself burned by the mental walls of fire. Her father had told her about the massive amount of Migraine Potions he had to make for the old man for the following week, and it never failed to amuse her.

It was unfortunate the incident hadn't deterred him in the least from following her, or staring at her openly. She couldn't help but wonder how he could be so obvious and stupid, being the supposed 'Second Coming of Merlin' and all. Though he was simply giving her more ammunition to use against him in the future, she still found it irritating.

The group parted and said their goodnight, the girls continuing to gossip a bit as they made their way back to their rooms. The three had to dodge a few poorly aimed Hexes from a small group of upper years, and had spend a good few minutes retaliating. Narcissa Malfoy's spell repertoire didn't just focus on the male anatomy after all..

In her room, she noticed briefly that 'someone' had attempted to enter her room, and failed miserably because of the Parstlemagic wards. She assumed the renewed glances towards her were because of them, and found it quite amusing, as did Tom. Why he wished to enter her room, she did not know, nor did she really care, but she still double checked her security and everything she had left in her room to be sure it was all secure.

Everything was of course safe and sound, so she unpacked everything, including the Choco Monster Frog, and got herself ready for bed. She did her nightly meditations with Tom, and slipped into a content sleep.

The first few months of Hogwarts had been interesting so far. She had gathered many friends and allies, kicked the Light Lord off of his high pedestal, and she was now very close to finishing the linking process with Tom's main soul fragment. He was now almost fully aware of her standing, and their relationship within her mind.

I was a lovely beginning..

To say that Dumbledore, the Weasley Matriarch and her youngest son were pissed off at Violet Potter would be a vast understatement. They couldn't access the Potter Vaults, they couldn't bargain with the Goblins at Gringotts over getting any more keys, and they no longer had any redirect spells in place to monitor the mail. They were unable to control the girl in any way.

That was the main reasoning for the meeting in the Headmaster's office exactly one month after the Christmas Holiday. The three of them sat in the red and gold covered room, attempting to brainstorm how to get their plans back on track, and how they got so out of control to begin with.

The brat was practically the brightest student in Hogwarts for the past few decades, she didn't fall for any of their tricks or ploys, she already had allies amongst the entire school, and in the Ministry, not to mention she dressed in pricey clothes, she had expensive jewelry, she spent her Christmas Holiday with the Malfoys of all people, and she was a bloody Slytherin!

"I don't understand Albus! You told us she would be weak, malleable, underfed and broken! Well, she is none of those things! And we have yet to receive any of our payments!" Molly Weasley screeched at the irritated old man. He had promised them money in exchange for keeping Violet Potter on a leash, and they hadn't gotten a single knut after they had been locked out of the vaults!

The Headmaster gritted his teeth, and decided to explain the situation as bluntly as possible. It was, after all, truly their fault. If she had raised the idiot boy a bit better, they wouldn't be in this situation in the first place, right?

"My dear Mrs. Weasley, your son has not only failed miserably to gain young Potter's attention, but he has been making the situation much worse by fighting with her, and being outright disgusting on a constant basis. I may not like it, but I can understand wholeheartedly just why she refuses to befriend him, he is truly a vile little boy." Molly quickly turned a violent shade of red in anger and embarrassment over her mentor's words. Her little boy really did lack much intelligence.. and he was quite ill mannered.. but he was still her baby boy!

"Hey! I am not vile! She's just a filthy little snake! It's not my fault she can't see how amazing and brave I am!" Both adults shifted a bit at the young boy's outburst.

"Yes of course Ronnikins dear, you just need to calm yourself. We have so much time to get her back under our control. She can't get away from us until she turns seventeen, after all. We just need to take a step back, and wait out her childish little tantrums. I mean, she can't possibly keep herself away from our plans forever." The old fool twinkled down at his prized pawn.

It was a sound idea, the brat really couldn't get away from him until she turned of age. He was only glad that even through all of the scrutiny from the public they were still unaware he was the girl's Magical Guardian. All he had to do was place her home under even heavier enchantments than before, and sit back and wait for her to return the next year. She would be back under his control soon enough, and if not, well it was just like Molly said, they had plenty of time.

So, the three continued to plot, ideas of potions, spells, memory charms, and all sorts of different methods were tossed around. Even going as far as to attempt to set up a few of her friends to make it seem as if they were plotting against her. She seemed quite close to the two girls, and the Malfoy, Nott, and Zabini Heirs, it wouldn't take much to frame them. They were from Dark Families after all.

It was for the Greater good, and that was much more important than the girl's wellbeing or happiness. Of that they each agreed on wholeheartedly.

The portraits of the former Headmasters each shared disgusted looks over the current Headmaster, though unfortunately they were each spelled to keep them from leaving their frames. It had been done after a few had tried to warn the ministry over the potion he had slipped the young Evans girl to get her away from her Slytherin best friend, and into the arms of James Potter. He couldn't have such a bright young witch corrupted by such a friendship, now could he?

Unknown to any of the occupants in the room, one portrait was able to leave their portrait and the castle via an ancient Family Magic. His silver grey eyes watched with disgust as they plotted the demise of his Heiress. When they finished the meeting, the first stage of their plans becoming in effect as soon as possible, he slipped from the frame and traveled to his ancestral home.

He had a wolf to converse with...

The rest of the year had Violet and her friends extremely suspicious of how quiet their headmaster had been. The old man had been clearly up to something, but it was unclear as to what exactly it was. He kept his distance from her, never once calling her back to his office. It was extremely boring, the only things keeping her entertained were the growing training sessions with her friends, and the use of her Christmas gifts.

They had unleashed her Choco Monster Frog onto the school, and watched in amusement as it terrorized dozens of first year students, excluding the Slytherins of course. Ronald had actually screamed like a little girl as the delicious beast quite literally ran him over in the Great Hall.

It had run rampant throughout the halls, with several spell resistant charms laced throughout it where once someone attempted to stun, destroy, uncharm, or throw any sort of spell against it, it only grew larger. It grew to be at least 12 feet tall before Mcgonall, Flitwick, and her father finally cornered it in the Great Hall and took the chocolate beast down for good.

Violet was absolutely beside herself with hysterics at the sight of the schoolwide panic from a simple oversize piece of candy, but her father hadn't been amused in the least. He had forbidden any more large animated chocolate from ever entering into her possession until the end of his life.

Once the school had calmed themselves, the boredom had set in. Violet and Tom had brainstormed that Dumbles was very likely planning to place more spells on her 'home' at the Dursley's, while trying to get information on how exactly she had become the Slytherin girl she had. They were more than prepared for the old goat's schemes of course, but it didn't make it any less irritating.

The very last day of school, her entire group having done excellent on their exams of course, they spent their time relaxing and planning for the summer holidays and the next school year. Violet, however, found herself completely dumbstruck by the sight of the youngest Weasley son as they climbed aboard the train home. The boy had a pet. A pet rat. A very familiar, fat rat, with one. Missing. Toe.

Wormtail...

The absolutely terrifying sense of anger, joy, and viscous satisfaction that pulsed through the mental bond between her friends, and father were startling to each, until they followed her gaze.

It was time to do a bit of hunting over the summer it seemed..