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Year One: Halloween

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31st October, 1991, Evening

Violet was sitting on the stairs in the courtyard after her Charms class had finished, studying for a quiz when she was the Gryffindor's heading her way. She shoved her belongings in her bag as she rushed towards them, her hand raised in a wave when she saw the familiar trio, but she pulled up short as she heard Ron talking.

Ron was walking with Harry and two other boys, Hermione right behind them.

"She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't got any friends." Ron said, just as Hermione pushed past him and rushed away from Violet.

Violet glared at Ron then rushed after Hermione, who was halfway into the castle.

"Hermione! Hermione, wait!" The girl continued on as if she hadn't heard her name being called. Violet huffed, but kept chasing her, all the way into the girls bathroom. Hermione shut herself into a stall and Violet could hear her sobbing.

"Hermione?"

"Go away!"

"No, I don't think I will. I heard what Ron said, he's a right arse for that."

She started crying harder, "But he's not wrong, you know."

"Yes he is!" Violet urged, moving to lean against the sink across from the stall, "He is wrong. You and I are friends, aren't we?"

"Well..." She paused, thinking it over, "I suppose..."

"He's just jealous that you're smarter than him. He comes from a family of wizards, but you can perform spells far better than he can." It was silent for a moment, and she was worried she'd said the wrong thing. Then she heard the lock click and the stall door opened.

Hermione stepped out, rubbing at her red eyes as she stared at the ground, "You think so?"

"I know so. Don't let him get to you, Hermione. He'll realise soon enough that you're a great friend, then he'll be sorry."

"Thanks, Violet." The girl gave her a weak smile.

"Feeling better? Let's get to dinner, I hear there's a big feast tonight for Halloween!"

The girls linked arms as they turned towards the exit of the bathroom, only to both freeze at the sight of the giant, ugly beast in front of them.

"T-Troll!" Hermione gasped.

The thing was huge, it was brutish and its head reached halfway to the ceiling. It was a muddy green-grey colour, with warts all over its body. It wore thin scraps of leather as a vest and loincloth, and carried a large wooden club.

The girls each backed into a bathroom stall, pulling out their wands and shutting the doors, then ducking as the troll swung its club, destroying the wooden walls and doors. The girls screamed as the remnants piled atop them.

"Hermione move!" Someone yelled, and both girls' heads popped up to see Harry and Ron, "Violet?!"

The troll started swinging its club again, so the girls began crawling out from the debris and away from the beast, as well as their wands. The boys were throwing pieces of wood and other debris at the troll, distracting it as the girls crawled around it and tried to hide under the sinks. Unfortunately there wasn't really anywhere to hide, and the troll swung and started destroying the sinks. The girls screamed again as porcelain and water sprayed around them.

"Help!" Hermione yelled at the boys, who were staring dumbly at the troll.

Harry, the fool, took out his wand and charged at the beast. He grabbed hold of its swinging arm and flew up into the air, landing on the trolls head. The troll started to throw its head around in an attempt to knock Harry off, and in Harry's attempt to grab a hold of something, he stuck his wand up the trolls nostril.

"Ew!" All three of the others groaned.

Harry grabbed hold of the trolls giant ears as it violently threw its head around, finally dislodging Harry and grabbing him by the leg.

"Do something!" Harry shouted at Ron, as the troll held him upside down and tried to hit him with its club.

"What?!" Ron replied.

"Anything!" Harry yelled, dodging the club.

"Swish and flick!" Hermione told Ron, who had pulled out his hand.

"Wingardium Leviosa! " Ron followed Hermione's instructions, causing the trolls club to slowly drift up and away from it.

The troll looked at its empty hand confused, then looked up just in time for the club to fall onto its head. It dropped Harry, who quickly crawled backwards away from it, just as it began to sway and fall down, unconscious.

Violet and Hermione stood up from the places under the sinks, looking between the troll and the boys.

"Is it... Dead?" Hermione asked, slowly walking around it, stopping to stand across from the boys, as Violet moved to the other side of the bathroom, quickly picking through the debris to pull out their lost wands, which, thankfully, weren't broken. She moved to stand beside Ron and Harry, tossing Hermione her wand.

"I don't think so," Answered Harry, "Just knocked out."

Harry pulled his own wand out of the trolls nose, wiping it clean on his robes, just as a group of professors rushed in.

Professor McGonagall gasped, clutching at her chest, "Oh my goodness!" Professors Snape and Quirrell stopped beside her. She looked at Harry, Ron, and Violet, "Explain yourselves!"

Hermione interrupted the boys' stuttering, "It's my fault, Professor McGonagall." All eyes swung to her.

"Miss Granger?"

"I went looking for the troll. I've read about them and thought I could handle it." Hermione looked down at the ground, as if she were embarrassed, "but I was wrong. If Harry, Ron, and Violet hadn't come and found me, I'd probably be dead."

"Be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do. I would have expected more rational behaviour on your part, and I am very disappointed in you, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall lectured, "Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgement. As for you two gentlemen, and lady, well, I just hope you realise how fortunate you are! Not many first-year students could take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. Five points... Will be awarded to each of you for sheer dumb luck."

The four students nodded, eyes downcast and smiling as Professors McGonagall and Snape exited the bathroom.

"Perhaps you ought to go, m-might wake up!" Professor Quirrell moved towards the troll, nervously laughing as the students left.

As they made their way down the dark hallway, lit primarily by the thunderstorm outside and a few lit fire sconces, Harry thanked Hermione.

"Good for you to get us out of trouble like that."

Ron rolled his eyes, "Mind you, we did save her life!"

"Mind you," Violet hissed, "We might not have needed saving if you hadn't insulted her."

"What're friends for?" Ron answered meekly, sharing a smile with Hermione.

"Ugh," Violet mock scoffed, smiling at the other three, "Alright now? Because I'm hungry and would like to go find some food."

"Right, we should probably head back to our dorms. Isn't Hufflepuff by the kitchens?"Hermione asked.

"Yeah, but I don't know how to get in, we were told we're not allowed... Maybe I'll ask Cedric, or Anthony. I bet one of them knows." She nodded to herself, "Goodnight!"

The other three wished her a goodnight as they continued down the hall, while Violet took a left to head back towards the front of the castle.

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9th November, 1991, Noon

"Why are we here again?" Violet shouted, leaning over to Cedric and Caroline so they could hear her over the screaming crowd.

"Because it's fun!" Caroline shouted back, her eyes never leaving the quidditch pitch.

There were many, many things Violet would have preferred doing on a Saturday. Responding to her parents' letter she received last night, or reading, or catching up on homework. Anything but sitting there in the stands, surrounded by what must've been every Hogwarts student and professor, watching the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Sure, she wanted to support Harry during his first game, but she could not have cared less about quidditch. Not when her friends tried to explain it to her, and especially not when they dragged her out in the freezing weather to watch the game. Even bundled up in her heavy cloak, and house coloured scarf, gloves, and hat, she was freezing.

She grasped that Harry was chasing something called the golden snitch, and if caught, he'd win the game for his team, so she tried to focus on him, but it was hard. Half the time he was just sitting in the air, watching the team, and the rest of the time he was flying so fast she could barely find him.

The game had only been going for a little while when Slytherin started to attack the Gryffindor players. Violet and the rest of the crowd gasped and booed at the Slytherins, who were knocking Gryffindors off their brooms. Violet's attention was pulled back to Harry when someone shouted, "Look!"

"What's wrong with Harry?!" She shouted standing up and leaning out to get a better look. Cedric and Caroline were right next to her, watching in confusion.

"I think something's wrong with his broom!" Cedric replied.

Harry's broom was flying all over the place. It was jerking up and down, side to side, and spinning him around. It was easy to tell, even from the distance, that he wasn't doing so well up there.

"HARRY!" She screamed, watching as he fell off the broom, barely holding on and preventing a plummet several kilometres to the ground. The broom continued to jerk around, trying to drop Harry, until it suddenly stopped.

He was barely back on his broom before he took off again, chasing then flying alongside a Slytherin player.

"He must've found the snitch!" Cedric exclaimed, his eyes never missing a single happening in the game.

She watched Harry as he flew at the ground, pulling back at the last second, then moving to stand on his still moving broom.

"What is he doing?!" Violet yelled. She wouldn't admit it, not after the fight she'd put up about going, but she was starting to enjoy herself. The energy from the crowd around her was infectious.

Suddenly Harry went soaring off his broom, tumbling over the pitch that he'd luckily been close to, landing on his feet. He clutched at his stomach, looking like he was going to be sick, when he spit something out of his mouth.

"He's got the snitch!" The announcer exclaimed, "Harry Potter receives one hundred and fifty points for catching the snitch!"

The crowd erupted in screams and cheers, "Go, go, Gryffindor!"

Violet joined in, beaming down at her friend who was surrounded by his teammates, all celebrating their win.

Once the crowds had departed and she was back inside, Cedric and Caroline walking on either side of her, she couldn't get rid of the grin on her face.

"Wasn't that bad, now was it?" Cedric nudged her, his grin matching her own.

"Suppose not," She relented, "But I still don't care for the game. I've never liked sports, not even back at home."

"Don't worry," Caroline laughed, waving as Susan came towards them, "We'll turn you into a quidditch fan yet." Then she took off with Susan, both disappearing up the stairs.

"You really enjoyed it?" Cedric asked, following Violet towards the common room.

"I wouldn't say enjoy... but I didn't hate it." Her grin softened as she noticed Cedrics hesitation, "I had fun. Thanks for dragging me along."

He nodded, stopping outside the Hufflepuff door, opening it for her. She went in first, then started taking off her outerwear once inside. It was much warmer inside the castle, which Violet believed to be because of magic, seeing as the only real heat source was from the candles and sconces around the castle.

"Glad you had fun," Cedric replied, taking off his own coat and outerwear, "We don't play for a few more weeks, and it'll be against Ravenclaw. Evenly matched, I'd say."

"How many games are there in a year?" She asked, curious.

"Only six. Each team plays each other once, with two games in November, two in February, one in May, and one in June. Whatever team has the most points out of all the games wins the Quidditch Cup. It's been a few years since we've won it, but this is our year."

Violet notices that Cedrics entire face lights up when talking about quidditch, "Is it something you want to do after you leave school?"

"Yeah, maybe. Haven't thought that far ahead, you know?" He leaned against the back of the couch, his belongings discarded on it as he focused his attention on her.

"Fair enough," She laughed, "Well, thanks again for today. I've got some reading to do, but catch up later?"

He nods, watching as she heads to her dorm. She waves when she sees he's still staring before crossing into the dorm hallway. 'Odd', she thought, 'Does he always stare after people like that?'

She shrugged it off the thought as she entered her room, neatly tucking away her belongings into her trunk before moving over to the bedside table. She opened the drawer and pulled out a stack of parchment and a quill. She settled onto her bed with a hard book and began writing.

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻,

𝓘 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱. 𝓗𝓸𝓰𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵. 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹𝓯𝓾𝓵. 𝓣𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓷𝓸, 𝓷𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮, 𝓢𝓵𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂'𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝔀.

𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭. 𝓜𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓓𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓼. 𝓦𝓮'𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓼. 𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂, 𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝓰𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼, 𝓼𝓸 𝔀𝓮'𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮! 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂, 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱. 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶! 𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽, 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓻 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘'𝓶 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮.

𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼! 𝓗𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮? 𝓘𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓼, 𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓭𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓼.

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾,

𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓽

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