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Violet Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone - The Vanishing Glass Pt. 2

Summary: Violet Potter, the girl who lived, is going off to Hogwarts this year. Being something she never thought she’d be… Free. Follow Violet as she discovers what the wizarding world has to offer her and her new friends. Rating: TV-17 ish Word Count: 2553 Warnings: abuse Notes: This story is posted on FanFiction.net as well! I’ll be posting on both platforms. There is a “read more” cut off after the second paragraph.

Part One || Part Three

CHAPTER TWO

THE VANISHING GLASS

Nearly ten years had passed since the fall of Voldemort and Violet Potter had found herself living in the broom closet under the stairs of Number 4 Privet Drive. As the sun rose, the light wafted over the painfully neat rose garden in the front of the home before moving upwards to the steps leading up to the door. Soon the half open window blinds would be create shapes in the pristine living room of the Dursleys' home. You wouldn't have known a child lived there if it wasn't for the photos of a rather plump rosy cheeked boy that sat on the fireplace mantel. You definitely wouldn't know another child lived there within the home. You especially wouldn't know if you asked any of the other three occupants of the home.

Into the front door and past the first step of the stairs is a door. A door with the lock on the outside and a sliding plate near the top. Inside the door on a makeshift cot was a girl with bright fiery hair laying on her side sound asleep, but not for long. Violet Potter's Aunt Petunia was awake and the shrill of her voice was the first voice heard that morning.

"Up! Get up! Now!"

Violets Aunt pounded on the door to the cupboard harshley before screaming another "Up!" at the girl. Violet bolted upwards her heart pounding. She didn't remember what she was dreaming about, only the sound of a motorcycle ringing back in her head when Violet thought what it might've been about. She felt groggy but knew that if she didn't get up now she'd regret not doing so later. The punishment for not doing as told when told was enough to scare the girl out of her sleepy haze.

The kitchen, just further down the hall outside Violets door, the scrape and clack of a frying pan could be heard as metal hit metal on the stove top.

Her aunt back outside of the door rapping her knuckles on the wood. Violet wasn't she how her aunt hadn't bruised them yet.

"Are you up yet?"

"Almost, Aunt Petunia."

"Well hurry it up, girl. I want you to look after the bacon. And don't let it burn this time. You know everything has to be perfect for Dudley's' birthday."

Violet sighed and rugged her forehead.

"What was that?" Her aunt demanded.

"Nothing. I was just putting my hair up."

Dudley's birthday - Violet wondered how she could have forgotten. It was only talked about the entire week leading up to it. Violet slowly moved about trying to find a pair of socks. Upon finding two mismatched mens socks she had been given as a birthday present two years ago, Violet pulled a spider off of one and proceeded to get ready. The spiders didn't really bother her. The cupboard under the stairs were full of spiders and their webs and the cupboard was where Violet lived. That and Violet would like to think they had a small understanding for shared space.

After pulling on a pair of shoes, Violet made her way into the kitchen. The dining table was full, nearly overflowing, from Dudley's presents this year. Games, a computer, a racing bike, and much more sat on or around the table. Violet couldn't help but be a bit jealous since all she ever got as presents were old hole riddled sticky clothes from Dudley. It could be worse, Violet pondered. I could have no clothes.

Grabbing a stool and pushing it up against the oven, Violet climbed up and grabbed the pair of prongs used for turning the bacon. Violet watched the meat carefully.

By the time Dudley made his way down the stairs the bacon was done and set aside on a plate so Violet could fry the eggs next. Five eggs in the pan. One for Aunt Petunia, two for Uncle Vernon, two for Dudley. Whatever else was sat on the table - or what could be sat on the table - was divided up and eaten by the three. Violet wasn't allowed food and she knew that if she tried to sneak any she'd be punished. She had found that out quickly and hardly. She knew that she was only allowed to eat when the food was handed to her.

Dudley came clambering into the kitchen stopping right behind Violet. Grabbing a fist full of her hair he gave a big tug.

"Ouch!" She yelled out. Violet grabbed her head and whipped around to glare at the boy. Dudley was already onto something else. Uncle Vernon looked up from the paper he sat reading at the table.

"Don't burn the eggs girl. You know what'll happen."

"Yes sir." She mumbled.

Violet platted the eggs and grabbed the bacon plate taking them both to the table. Finding a place to put was hard as there wasn't much space. Dudley stood there counting his presents. His face fell and brow furrowed.

"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his parents. Violet knew where this was going to go and turned around to start cleaning the breakfast mess.

"But you didn't count this one, love." She heard her Aunt Pentina say. "It's from Auntie Marge."

"Alright, thirty-seven then." Dudley said in an upset tone. Violet, and as it seemed, Aunt Pentina sensed danger but each dealt with it differently. Violet started to scrub faster in an attempt to leave the kitchen quicker. Aunt Pentina tried to talk him down.

"Well what if we buy you two more presents while we out today, hm? How's that sound, popkin? Two more presents?"

"That'll make thirty… thirty-"

"Thirty-nine." Violet muttered.

"Thirty-nine?" Dudley looked to his mother to confirm. She nodded and said, "How does that sound sweetums? Thirty-nine presents?"

"Oh." Dudley said dumbly before sitting heavenly down onto his chair and grabbed the nearest present to rip into.

"Little tyke is just wanting his moneys worth!" Uncle Vernon nearly yelled out. "'Atta boy, Dudders! Just like your father." The larger man let out a deep belly laugh.

At that moment the phone rang. Aunt Pentina sprung up from her seat at the table to run answer it. Dudley continued to rip into his presents as Violet finished drying the now clean frying pan.

"Bad news," Aunt Pentina announced as she stepped back into the kitchen, one hand on her hip. "Mrs. Frigg's broken her leg. Can't take the girl today." She jerked her head towards her.

Dudley's mouth dropped in horror as Violet's heart leaped in hope. Every years Dudley's parents would take him and one friend out for the day may it be a theme park, the movies, the arcade, or where ever else Dudley wanted to go. And every year Violet was left with Mrs. Frigg, the mad old lady up the street who owned far too many cats in Violet's opinion. She was a nice old lady but Violet wanted to do things too.

"We could phone Marge?" Vernon prompted. Violet almost felt her heart jump out of skin in fear.

"Don't be silly, Vernon, you know Marge hates the girl. I don't fancy another hospital bill because she gets too carried away in her beatings."

"You know she deserved it, Pentina."

"Yes, I do, but the girl hasn't a job. Just like her parents. Which means no money to pay for hospital bills."

"Fine, fine, very well," Vernon agreged and nodded his head. "Maybe we could phone that friend of yours, the one you're always on the with, Yvonne?"

"Yvonne is on vacation, Vernon! You knew that, I told you so!"

"You could just leave me here," Violet spoke up hopefully. Maybe she could sneak some food quietly this time with no one around to tattle.

"And destroy my home? I think not!" Pentina shouted, almost offend by the idea of leaving her here alone and by herself.

"I won't destroy the house. I could clean if you wanted me to!"

Pentinua looked away from, "I suppose we could take her to the zoo," her aunt spoke slowly, "... and leave her in the car."

"That car is brand new! I won't be leaving her in it to destroy it as well!" Vernon declared.

Dudley began to tear up. "I-I-I-I don't w-w-want her t-t-t-to come!" He wailed out. "She a-a-always sp-spoils e-everything!" His mother took him into her arms. Dudley shot a grin from between his mother's arms indicating that he was doing just what Violet thought he was doing - faking it.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Oh, dear Lord, it's them!" Petunia screeched. Them being Dudley's friend, Piers, and his parents. Piers wanted to be Dudleys best friends, and they were in a way. Piers would hurt Violet in some way causing Dudley to laugh. Anyone that hurt Violet, Dudley thought was a friend to him. Especially if she reacted.

As her aunt and cousin ran to meet the people at the door her uncle jabbed a large fat finger into her face. He lent in closely, "I'm warning you," he growled, "one toe out of line and you'll be in the cupboard for a week. No meals. No nothing." His face seemed to become a darker shade of purple as her uncle kept talking.

"I won't do anything," Violet leaned back some, "Honestly…"

The only problem was, was that strange things often happen around Violet. She doesn't mean for them to somethings they just happen. Like that one time in third grade her teacher's hair turned bright pink while yelling at Violet for not putting her name on her homework. Or that other time in fourth grade when she wanted nothing more than to be out of the classroom and outside on the swings and then, in a split second, Violet was outside. Still sitting in at her desk staring forward only this time it was at the swings not the teacher. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia always got so angry when weird things happened around Violet. Uncle Vernon especially. He'd always hit Violet when she was sent on with a note from school or something happened there at home.

When the five arrived at the zoo Violet was given yet another warning of the repercussions if Violet stepped a toe out of line today. And nothing happened until after lunch, in which she was actually allowed to eat and was even given Dudleys dessert, in the reptile house. Dudley and Piers ran around the building tapping and banging their hands on the glass and pressing their faces against it. Violet feared that, under the weight of the boys, would fall in.

Dudley and Piers soon were found pressing their faces in the glass of the largest snake in the building. It could have easily have eaten both Dudley and Piers and possibly have room for more after! Violet hoped the snake would do just that. Maybe she wouldn't a bald spot if it would.

"Make it move!" Uncle Vernon stepped up behind his son. Vernon, wanting nothing more to please his son, rapped his fingers rougly on the glass. The snake, who looked fast asleep, did nothing.

"Do it again," Dudley ordered. Vernon compiled but again the snake did nothing and continued to cash in some z's.

"This is boring!" Dudley moaned and walked away. Vernon and Petunia followed their boy and his friend as they terrorized other reptiles.

Violet moved to stand in front of the tank to finally get a better look at the snake. It had brain skin that almost glittered in the faux light of his tanks. Suddenly the beady eyes of the snake snapped opened. Slowly, very very slowly, the snake raised its head and body until the he and Violet were eye to eye.

The snake winked.

Violet staired. Did a snake just wink at her? She looked around the reptile house to see if anyone was looking at her. They weren't. Violet looked back the snake to find it still in the same position. The snake then jerked its head over the where Vernon, Dudley, and Piers stood harassing other animals and then moved its eyes up to the ceiling. The look plainly said, "I get it all the time."

"I know," Violet said quietly even though she was sure the snake couldn't hear her through the glass. "It must be really annoying."

The snake nodded vigorously.

"Where do you come from, anyway?" Violet asked.

The snake jerked its head to the right of her. A sign on the wall read, Boa Constrictor, Brazil.

"Was it nice there?"

The snake jerked its head over to the sign again.

"Oh." Violet said has she read the sign. Born in captivity, it read.

"I'm sorry. I know what it's like. To live somewhere knowing you have a home elsewhere but can't seem to get out. I wish I could help."

The snake lowered its head as if trying to say sorry.

Suddenly Piers ran over screaming about the snake and calling Dudley over. He waddled over as fastly as he could.

"Move over you." He punched Violet in the ribs and shoved her to the ground. The concrete scraped into her hands and knees. Violet knew she'd be bleeding now.

Violet sat up and gasped. The glass was gone! Dudley and Piers fell through the open space and into the tank. The snake, knowing now was his time, slithered as quickly as he could out. People started screaming as the snake ran by them and for a moment Violet was sure the snake had spoken to her.

Violet stood all the way back up now looking at the glass that now separates her from Dudley and his friend.

As soon as they were back at Privet Drive Vernon turned the car off and slung open he grabbed Violet by the nape of her neck and dragged her inside. Violet wasn't sure what to expect this time. A beating no doubt.

"I warned you!" He shouted. "I warned you if you had a single toe out of line and now this?" He dragged her into the kitchen and slammed the door behind them. Vernon threw Violet to the floor. She watched as he unbuckled his belt from his wait and folded it so one end was meeting the other.

Violet tried to cower away or at least hide her face as the blows began. Uncle Vernon swiftly and harshly brought down the leather belt on to Violet over and over and over. Not once did Violet scream or move. She laid there and wished for it all to be over.

The belt snapped against her skin again this time hitting the skin of her hands that protected the side of her face. The belt snapped again on her arm then her side. Her arm again. Vernon was blindly hitting her, taking his anger out onto him.

Several more hits and insults later Violet was hauled off the floor and then locked into her cupboard.

"No meals for the next week!" And with that, Violet was left to cry alone and in pain.

Thoughts? Opinions? I know this last scene wasn't up to par but I wasn't sure how to write it. Any pointers on these kinds of scenes would be great.

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