For the Dramione Challenge by BoricuaSuperstar.

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Three Years Before the Start of this Story

"How old is your girl again?" Harry asked, "She's twelve, isn't she?"

"Yes."

"That girl always reminds me of Malfoy," Ron grumbled. Hermione just smiled slightly. She turned her head away from him, she'd never told Ron why Violet looked so much like Draco Malfoy.

Now

"Violet, hurry up, we're going to Diagon Alley and I want to get our shopping done with early!" Hermione said, shaking her daughter, trying to get her to wake up.

"Do we have to?" Violet grumbled, pulling the covers over her head.

"Yes, we do, we've been putting this off for a while now and I don't want to wait any longer, I expect you to be up and dressed in fifteen minutes." Hermione turned and left the room. Violet stayed in bed for a while, then oh so slowly she sat up.

Climbing out of bed Violet stumbled into the bathroom.

"Ugh, I look like a mountain troll," Violet grumbled, staring at her reflection. Most people thought that Violet was adopted, since she looked nothing like her mother. Well, actually she had her mom's nose and lips, but everything else was different. She also used her mothers last name if she needed a last name. Which for wizards and muggle, was pretty rare.

Her mother had never told anyone what Violet's last name should be, not even Violet herself. If it was ever necessary for Violet to have a last name her mother just used Granger, which was her mothers last name. Violet suspected it had something to do with who her father was.

Violet didn't know her father, since he'd left before her mom had even started showing that she was pregnant. her mom was wither mad at her father for leaving that she refused to connect her daughter to him, or ashamed. So, Violet had grown up father-less, last name-less, not even the teachers at Hogwarts knew what Violet's last name should, they just called her either Miss Granger or Miss Violet. Mostly Miss Violet, the only one who called her Granger was Professor Wilkins, who was the evil Transfiguration teacher. He favored Gryffindors highly, and since Violet was in Slytherin, it automatically put her on his bad list.

Violet quickly ran a comb through her platinum blonde hair, as for the rest of her appearance she couldn't really do much. Heading back into her room Violet dug around for a clean pair of jeans which she put on along with a large plain black t-shirt.

Violet left her room and headed into the kitchen.

"Hey mom, what should my last name be?" Violet asked, sitting down at the breakfast table.

"You've been asking me that question since you knew what a last name was, I never answered it then what makes you think I'll answer it now?" Hermione dumped some eggs on a plate and handed them to Violet.

"Dunno, you could have changed your mind," Violet replied.

"When I change my mind you wont have to ask," Hermione replied. Violet ate her eggs in silence.

"Is James going to be there?" Violet finally asked.

"Be where? Diagon Alley?"

"Yeah."

"Of course, that's why were going today, I'm going to be meeting up with Harry and Ron."

"I thought you said we where going because you didn't want to put it off any longer."

"That too."

"Do I have to go? Cant you just like take my list and do the shopping for me?"

"Why don't you want to go?"

"Because James will be there."

"I really don't see what you have against that boy."

"He's an annoying, arrogant bastard, need I say more."

"My impression of him has always been a good one."

"Yeah, well, you're a mom, he's nice to mom's, dad's and teachers, the manipulative bastard."

"Well, you do have to come to Diagon Alley with me, but no one is going to force you to be with James the whole time, you can just go off and do all your shopping on your own, I wouldn't mind it."

"Really? Thanks!" Violet grinned, the prospect of Diagon Alley was looking brighter.

"Are you finished with your eggs? I told Harry and Ron that we where going to be there by ten."

"We're not taking the floo, right?"

"No, you know how much I hate that."

"Good, 'cause I hate it too."

"By the way you never answered my question, finished with your eggs?"

"As done as I'm ever going to be," Violet replied, pushing her plate away from herself. She got up and ran to her room, putting on her tennis shoes and grabbing her Hogwarts supply list from her desk. Shoving it in her pocket she returned to the kitchen where her mother had cleaned up breakfast and was ready to go.

"Ready?" Hermione asked, "Good, lets go." The two headed out to the car. It was an old beat up Chevrolet truck that her mother had gotten for a really low price. Which wasn't surprising since the truck was a piece of crap and every time Violet ever had to ride in it she always said a prayer that it wouldn't break down in the middle of nowhere.

"Mom, someday you're going to have to tell me about my father," Violet said as she climbed into the truck.

"I know," Hermione sighed, "but for now you can be fatherless, right?"

"I suppose I kind of have to."

"Yes you do."