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“Your Hogwarts letter should be here soon. Are you excited?”
Violet Lily Potter, who went by Peverell so as to not cause a stir, looked up from her breakfast, bright green eyes startling in their intensity and the wealth of knowledge they held. Knowledge that was beyond her years, but well-deserved. Violet was a voracious reader, and absorbed knowledge like a sponge. “Yes. I will get to meet so many new people! And… I'll get to see him.” She said, tucking her brown curls behind her ear. Her hair was shot through with red streaks, and she was quite sure that Harry would look different. They were fraternal twins, after all. She wondered if they would have the same eye colour.
Evan Rosier smiled sadly. “The way we raised you, you'll make Slytherin. He may be led to hate Slytherin as a whole.”
Violet frowned. “Don’t you think I know that?!” She snapped.
Indigena Yaxley came in from the gardens and shot her a quelling look. “Don't speak to your elders that way, Vi. We raised you better than that.” She said firmly.
“Yes, Mum.” Violet said softly. “Sorry.” She said to Evan.
“It's fine, emotions are bound to be running high right now.” He said evenly.
An owl swooped in through the window and dropped a letter—directly into Violet’s porridge.
She looked at the soggy parchment in disgust. “Urgh. I think I’m finished with breakfast for the day.” She picked it up and grabbed her wand—the relic of Death she had asked him to steal back for her.
The elder wand, part of her birth right.
She cleaned the letter with a spell and opened it.
“Aren’t you ever worried you'll get caught using magic early?” Evan asked.
Violet rolled her eyes. “No, Dad, I’m not worried. This wand can’t be Traced. As long as I’m using it, I’m fine.” She told him—for the hundredth time.
Evan just shrugged. “Well, there haven’t been any letters from the Ministry yet, so I suppose you're okay.”
Violet nodded distractedly. “We're going to get my school things today, right?” She asked.
“Yes, Vi, as soon as you're dressed, we’ll drop you off at the Orphanage, where Dumbledore still thinks you are. You'll meet the teacher who will be taking you to get your things there. We'll pick you back up when you send a Patronus letting us know you're done.” Indigena said, sipping the tea she had just brewed.
“I'll go get ready, then.” Violet murmured, getting up and heading to her bedroom.
*****
Violet looked up from her contemplation of her feet as the man she assumed was the teacher that was sent to take her to get her things drew up to her. “H-hello.” He stuttered. “I’m P-professor Quirrell.” Violet raked her eyes over him and found him lacking, though she had little choice but to go with him.
For some reason, she was drawn to him, despite her disgust with the stuttering man. “Yeah, let's go.” She said wearily, already annoyed from the long wait in the heat.
He held out an arm and Violet took it, and the man Apparated them. She could feel something else in him, some other presence that he held. She looked up at him, assessing him as they stood in the alley they had landed in.
“W-why are you looking at m-me like that?” He asked.
Violet frowned and slowly shook her head. “Nothing.” She said, sure she had been mistaken.
They walked to Gringotts and Violet took stock of the bank. “There’s something extra I want to do here. Can you keep it to yourself, or should I go in alone?”
Professor Quirrell laughed nervously. “I'm af-afraid I have to be w-with you everywhere you go, little lady.”
Violet scowled. “Then keep what I do here to yourself. If you go to Dumbledore, I'll know.” She snapped. She knew she had blocks on her, she had spoken to Death several times, and he had confirmed what she could feel. She didn’t intend to keep them on her any longer, and only the goblins would be willing and able to keep it a secret when she got them removed.
Professor Quirrell was silent as she went in ahead of him and strode confidently up to the counter. This girl was strange. It seemed like she knew the Wizarding World already, but that couldn’t be right.
The goblin behind the counter looked up as she approached. “Your business?” He asked.
“First, I want to be tested for blocks and compulsions, and have any that are on me removed.” She stated.
The goblin narrowed his eyes. “How old are you?” He asked.
Violet lifted her chin. “I turn eleven in three days.” She stated.
The goblin sniffed. “No-one would put any compulsions on a child so young, but we will test you for blocks, and the test will find any compulsions on you, as well.” He told her.
Violet nodded. “That will suffice, thank you.”
The goblin went and retrieved a paper, bringing it to her and setting it in front of her. “Prick a finger and place a drop of blood on the parchment.” The goblin told her.
Violet held out her hand to the Professor. “Will you do the honours?” She asked.
“C-certainly.” Professor Quirrell drew his wand and conjured a pin, sticking her with it and banishing the pin.
Violet let the drop of blood fall onto the parchment, then stuck the finger into her mouth as she watched the blood absorb.
The parchment began filling and the goblin's eyes widened as it lengthened to include everything.
The parchment read:
Blocks:
Magical core blocked by 60% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Magical leech active, 20% drain cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Inactive mating bonds (2) blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Horcrux bond blocked by 25% cast by: Tom Riddle
Magical resistance blocked by 85% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Elemental magic blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Weather control blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Mage ability blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Sight blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Familiar magic blocked by 85% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Healing blocked by 90% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Magical twin speak blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Metamorphmagus ability blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Parseltongue (written word) ability blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Parselmagic ability blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Parsel form blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Avistongue (spoken and written word) ability blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Avismagic ability blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Avis form blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Felistongue (spoken and written word) ability blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Felismagic ability blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Felis form blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Necromantic ability (speaking) blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Memory blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Judgement blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Magic creation blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Legilimency/Occlumency blocked by 75% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Language aptitude blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Patronus ability blocked by 85% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Transfiguration aptitude blocked by 50% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Charms aptitude blocked by 50% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Potions aptitude blocked by 90% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Astronomy aptitude blocked by 85% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Herbology aptitude blocked by 85% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Arithmancy aptitude blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Ancient Runes aptitude blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Alchemy aptitude blocked by 100% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Defence Against the Dark Arts aptitude blocked by 10% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Care of Magical Creatures aptitude blocked by 10% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Divination aptitude blocked by 45% cast by: Albus Dumbledore
Compulsions:
Hatred toward Severus Snape, Tom Riddle
Ignore self-preservation instincts
Hate all Slytherins
Slack off on schoolwork, turn in sub-par work
Hide Slytherin side
Become a model Gryffindor
Potions:
Mentor potion keyed to Albus Dumbledore
Loyalty potion keyed to Albus Dumbledore
Violet only got to read a small portion of the parchment before it was snatched up by the goblin, his eyes widening dramatically as he read. He finally finished after what felt like an eternity and lowered the parchment.
“Albus Dumbledore must hate you.” He said, in awe at the amount of tampering that had been done with this little girl's magic and abilities. She was powerful, but she was so bogged down with malicious spells that she would never realize her potential without the goblins' help.
Violet shrugged. “I don’t remember ever meeting the man, so your guess is as good as mine as to why. But I suspected as much. Can you help clear all the unwanted effects from me? I want to start school in top form.” She stated.
The goblin smiled. “Of course. It will be painful, I’m afraid. And part of it must be done without your chaperone.” He said with relish.
Professor Quirrell straightened. “I m-must protest! She is n-not to go anywhere w-without me. My instructions were v-very clear on that.”
“Are you so in Dumbledore’s pocket that you won’t allow me to cleanse myself of the taint that despicable man put on me?! What kind of low-class man are you?!” She shouted at him, hands balled into fists at her sides.
“Let her go.” A voice spoke.
Violet frowned. That voice had come from… The turban? Odd.
But Professor Quirrell bowed his head. “Yes, My Lord.” He murmured.
“So I can go with him, right?” She asked, nodding to the waiting goblin.
Professor Quirrell nodded in resignation. “Yes. When you are done, come straight back. No detours.” He told her firmly.
Violet simply sneered at him and followed the goblin to a hallway, hoping the coming ordeal wouldn't be too painful.