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A Blue Starred Sky

Chapter 12

Date: 12, January 1999 Entry Number: 31 Location: Brittan

"What time is it?" Dora asked rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Six or something." Hermione answered between amusement and annoyance.

"Why in morganas name did you wake me up at six." Dora asked sending a very annoyed glare towards her girlfriend.

"You where hogging the blanket." She stated.

"So you woke me up?" Dora asked, now incredibly annoyed.

"You where, quite literally, hogging the blanket." She repeated as she moved her hand, showing that there was in fact no blanket on her side.

"Fine, move it slightly then." She finally stated as they moved the blanket around.

Some few minutes passed before Dora opened her eyes in annoyance.

"Mia?"

"Yes"

"I cant sleep." She stated somewhat irritated that she had been woken up at six o'clock!

"Strangely enough, I could tell." Hermione admitted showing no signs of guilt.

"Same problem?" She asked in slight amusement.

"Same" Hermione admitted as she let out a sigh.

"Want to wake Harry up and mess around.

"I don't think I'd like to be woken up at six to play around." Hermione awnsered thoughtfully.

"But you would for a blanket?" Dora asked slightly annoyed.

"Yes, I would." Hermione answered stubbornly before both heard a snort.

"Well, you both woke me up over a blanket." Harry said with his eyes still closed as both witches laughed in amusment.

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Hermione let out a sigh as she reached for another book, leaving the recently forgotten one on top of the ever growing pile. She would be the first one to admit that she hadn't played no where near as much attention as she could have when they'd been learning magical etiquette. She had been justified of course! They were in the middle of the war, and the ministry had pretty much allowed Voldemort to walk through their front entrance, so playing politics had seemed so stupid. Well, she would admit that it had been the different 'expectation's' on how a women should behave that had slightly ticked her off. Sexist Pig's.

She still held that same beliefs, only that right now they really needed some form of political power that Dumbledore wasn't in complete control, which had immediately ruled out Britain. Not to say that they wouldn't build any, next year, if played right, would be the perfect chance to build a power base, but for that to work Violet had decided to join the ICW. And not any ICW member! No, she had to choose the highest ranking position, the one making her Dumbledore's equal in terms of power. The title of Archmagus would usually never be considered towards someone that had yet to finish her NEWT's, but this was Violet, and since she already held the title, if played right, they might just be able to get her in.

Now, the question was who to contact that would actually be trustworthy in there that would also agree to help. The ICW was lazy, to the point that she had ended up wondering as to how they actually got things done on many more occasions than just once. The only issue that actually got them moving was the statue of secrecy, which usually related to Dark Lords, which was what they were going to use when rumours of Voldemort's return started to erupt.

Not for the first time she wondered if it would just be much more simpler to just build her own independent organization. Surprisingly, it really wasn't too difficult. While Britain was at the worse side of the scale, most countries had pureblood idealism similar to the one here, only that slightly less visible. It's why hardly anyone tried leaving the country, all they'd be doing is making things worse for themselves. She wasn't joking when she said she was considering taking over the world. Things would go so much more smoother without all the idiotism that somehow ruled each society.

She let out another sigh as she put the book down onto the pile, rubbing her templates in a futile attempt to ignore her growing irritation. Politics really weren't her cup of tea. She was an academic! Not a politician. Half the time politicians didn't have an ounce of intelligence and they still won because... honestly, the only conclusion she had come up with was that people were generally stupid. Violet had once said that it was simple terms of beliefs, but Hermione hadn't exactly been convinced on that point. A smooth movement on her wand sent the book's to their respective shelfs as she walked out of the library.

In all honestly? The only actual significant reason she hadn't done anything drastic was because of Violet. Dora wouldn't really care, but Violet had always been sensitive of hurting almost anyone. Oh, she definitely understood why. Violet had spent most of her childhood being used as a puppet from one puppet master to another, so she involving innocent's, and particularly children at that, was something Violet was simply impossible for her.

It was the reason Harry's friendship with Ron hadn't lasted for hardly a month. He couldn't stand it when Ron pushed people around using his fame. It was the reason he stopped Sirius and Remus from killing Peter. Honestly the list went on and on, and she would admit that sometimes, sometimes it really did get on her nerves. It required a lot of more work having to go around the problem, and half the times it didn't even work out because of it. But she would also admit that Violet's everlasting Virtues was something that she felt attracted to. She, a dark witch, attracted to someone virtuous. Oh the irony.

She through herself on the currently king sized bed completely exhausted. Dora was going through restricted files that she would probably end up in a lot of trouble if she ever got caught, but Dora really hadn't cared much about the thought. Not that anyone in Ministry would actually catch her, hell most of the ministry weren't even competent, but most of the actual competent ones were Auror's, so she still asked Dora to be careful about it.

Violet on the other hand was networking with the other student's, building up friendships on all sides to at least be able to have some base for a future alliance. It was actually slightly ironic that Violet was left with the socialising job. In their first five years of friendship, Violet had been incredibly introverted. Generally, she was pretty sure that Hedwig had been her first friend, she had been the second, and Dora had been the third. So she and Dora had sat Violet down and actually had an in depth discussion that had ended up with both of them paying a visit to the Dursleys.

Like generally, the fact that Violet said Voldemort without a second thought, but was close to a mental breakdown whenever Vernon was mentioned should have already raised over hounded of alarms in their heads. But the things that they had actually found out had been straight out disturbing. Like seriously?! Who the bloody hell locked someone in a cupboard for a whole week because they got good grades?! They considered that normal?!

It taken almost a whole year to get her to start to break out of her shell, and ironically it hadn't been either Dora or herself who had achieved it. Susan out of everyone had done it. Mainly because they had something in common. Violet's irrational fear of forming bonds had been overruled when she'd found Susan crying in front of her. Since both of them were orphans with no living family member's they had... well, they'd compromised and ended up becoming short of siblings. Honestly? Violet still wasn't capable of forming normal bonds, it came down to that you were either part of her family or not.

Sighing, she stretched her arms on top of their bed only to fill a box lying in close proximity in front of her. She couldn't help but smile as she opened it and read through the note. Violet made quite the amazing housewife, that and would probably be the worst nightmare for any house elf with how she completely owned the Kitching.

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"You okay Rose?" Violet asked worriedly as they reached the main hall.

"Yeah, just had a bad night, nothing major." Rose answered flashing her a quick smile.

Violet made a fairly certain guess of what was worrying her from her own experience but decided to let it go. She really couldn't push the subject without showing that she had more knowledge than what she should, so letting it drop it was. For now.

Sighing, she reached out for her own breakfast as the trio started to eat, occasionally discussing something before going back into their own thoughts. They where Ravenclaw's after all.

Surprisingly, everything had been going quite smoothly so far. Like, seriously, had she lost her Potter luck when she changed worlds or something? Not that she was complaining, she really, really didn't miss her luck. Rose, on the other hand, seemed to have a much smaller amount of the Potter luck that she ever had. She wasn't sure how to feel about that.

She'd been 're-' forming friendships with some of the students in their year, namely in Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Of course, the fact that she actually knew them may have been an unfair advantage, but at this point in her life shed learnt that life really wasn't fair, so she kind of had given up caring.

Talking about unfair advantages, Amelia was going to be interrupting their lessons any time now. She'd been more annoyed than lived when she found out how bad the goblet's defences were. Sure, she was like, what? Morgana, was she already in her fifty's? God she felt old. Anyway, anyone who'd taken they OWL's would have been able to get passed those defences, so someone like Barty Jr. would have found it to be a walk in the park. Surprisingly, Barty Jr had been a star student back when he was at Hogwarts, which had been slightly surprisingly, seeing how many small mess ups he'd made. Thought years under the Imperio curse may had been the cause.

A loud bang in the hall brought her out of her thought's. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was that had walked into the hall, since after all, it had been Violet who had arranged it. None the less she acted the part of the surprised student as Amelia walked in with Tonk's and another Auror as their approached the professor's table.

"Amelia? May I inquire what you are doing at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked kindly as he stood. She immediately picked up the momentary flick of irritation that passed through his eyes, and Amelia probably had as well, since she suddenly seemed to be incredibly satisfied.

"I was informed by a student that, with you explicit permission, Alastor was showing student's the unforgivable. We came here to have a word with him, so if you don't mind, Dumbledore, I would appreciate if you could tell me where he was." Amelia said sternly as the old man seemed to become worried.

Not that anyone else would have spot it, since Violet was the only one that had actually been looking for the emotion. However that did make her wonder if the man had deliberately made it easier for Junior to put Rose's name in the goblet. She sighed more in disappointment than sadness. Just one more stab in the back she supposed.

"As I am sure you remember, Amelia, it is not illegal for someone to cast them as long as it is not on a sentient being. Since you have no reason to be here, as headmaster, I must ask you to please leave." He said in a kindly tone. He's incredibly worried then.

"I assure you, Dumbledore, my memory is just fine. And I am sure that, as you remember, you are well aware that you no longer have the authority to make me leave." She said slightly smugly as Dumbledore actually showed shock at her words. Thought Violet guessed it was more that he didn't expect her to know that rather than he didn't know it himself.

"Madam Bones, as the current owner of Hogwarts's you have my permission to inquire why Alastor Moody was casting the unforgivable in front of students." Violet cut into the conversation as she stood up, masking the huge amount of satisfaction she got from seeing Dumbledore panic. "You will find Professor Moody in the defence against the dark arts classroom. Since this involves the school I would like to request to be present in the conversation."

"Thank you for your cooperation, Lady Ravenclaw, your are welcome to take part." Amelia responded.

"If that's the case then I should-"

"There is no need for your presence, Professor Dumbledore." Violet cut in sharply. Her voice radiation a significant amount of power that equalled his own.

One could have heard a quill drop.

Dumbledore quickly recomposed himself, cursing his carelessness as he realised that he was not dealing with a student. "Nonsense Ms Ravenclaw, as the headmaster I-"

"Since witness state that Alasor had your permission, Dumbledore, I'm afraid Lady Ravenclaw is correct." Amelia cut in without hesitation. "Now if you'll excuse us." She said before turning around as they left the great hall, leaving everyone speechless. Everyone with the exception of Hermione, who was trying her best to keep a straight face.

As they walked through the hall's, she sent a questioning glance at Amelia before quickly looking at the Auror, mouthing the word 'trust'. Amelia got the message, nodding in confirmation as Violet took out the marauders map and stated the password.

"He's on the other side of the hall." She said in a warning manner as Amelia nodded, signalling her two Auror's as they both took out their wands.

"Now!" She commanded quietly as they both run into the classroom, a quick sound of confrontation sounded in the four seconds that it took them to enter the classroom.

"We stunned him ma'am." Tonks stated before sending a quick wink towards Violet.

Amelia simply sighed as she nodded towards the other Auror who reached for his pocket, pulling out a vial with a slightly green liquid.

Honestly? Violet did feel ever slightly disappointed. The number of plans shed come up with to disarm and restrain Junior only for him to get defeated by Dora in three seconds had left a bad flavour in her mouth. She let out a sigh in annoyance. Hell, she probably could have gone all out and used... She blinked, realising that she in fact she couldn't have used most of her items since she in fact didn't have them... How the hell had she forgotten that? Sure, at this point in the time line most of what she was accustomed to didn't exist, and the one's she would have usually carried had mostly been destroyed, but still!

She mentally groaned, realising that most of her titans wouldn't be invented for at least another two decades, and that was assuming that the war hadn't influenced their creation, which she knew it had. That was something she would have to tread around carefully. She couldn't use something that didn't exist in the middle of view, and she definitely couldn't start planning to use something that she no longer had.

"Auror Tonks, please check the trunk." Amelia ordered as Tonks nodded, taking her wand out as she started using diagnostic and revealing charms before opening the trunk itself.

For some few seconds Tonks kept repeating the action, as different compartments kept appearing before she stopped, locking into it as if there where a pit down below.

Violet vaguely made out some form of wards coming from inside as Tonks flashed him a clearly amused smile with a momentarily hint of sadness before she pointed her wand down the trunk. Moment's later Alastor was levitated from inside, glaring at Tonks who smiled in amusement at her old mentor.

"If it wasn't for my missing limbs Id sent you right back to training camp Nymphadora." He said as she glared back at him for several seconds before Amelia cleared her throat.

"Mind leaving the conversation for later Alastor, I do hope you remember how procedure works?" She said as Alastor's one good eye twitched.