Chapter One - The Girl Who Lived

There was a flash of lightning as the darkness fell. The moon was obscured by clouds. It was a perfect Halloween. A perfect Halloween in Godric's Hollow for all but one family: the Potters. Lily and James Potter, and their year-old daughter, Violet, lived in a quaint little house just inside the village, and they were in grave danger tonight.

A dark, cloaked figure appeared on the corner. It moved quickly down the street, its hood throwing its face into shadow. The figure approached the Potter's house and drew a wand with a motion reminiscent to that of drawing a sword.

"Morsmordre!" cried the high, cold voice of the cloaked wizard. From the wand tip burst a horrible shape that formed itself in the sky, looking like a constellation in the shape of a skull with a serpent coming out of its mouth.

Lord Voldemort then cast a spell that blasted down the front door. Just inside James Potter was yelling, "Lily, take Violet and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off--"

More high, cold laughter pealed from Lord Voldemort's mouth as he entered the house. Lily Potter stumbled out of the room. James drew his wand on the Dark Lord and cried, "You won't take Violet and Lily, Voldemort! You can take me, but they'll be long gone before you can kill them, too!"

Voldemort did not care. "Avada Kadavra!" he cried, and a jet of green light took James Potter out of existence. Then he hurried from the body and chased the witch up the stairs. Lily threw a door open and tried to shut it, but Voldemort got in her way. She backed away from him, fear in her emerald eyes.

"Not Violet, not Violet, please not Violet!" the woman pleaded.

"Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside now..." the Dark Lord said cruelly.

"Not Violet, please no, kill me instead--" Lily screamed.

Voldemort laughed again, then raised his wand once more. "Avada Kadavra!"

And with another jet of green light, Lily Potter, too, was taken out of existence.

The next night, an old wizard named Albus Dumbledore sat down on a wall at the end of Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey. A tabby cat sat stiffly next to him.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."

Dumbledore turned to smile at the cat, but it was gone; in its place sat a stern-looking woman with jet-black hair pulled back into a bun.

Meanwhile, as Dumbledore explained to McGonagall how Voldemort had tried to kill Violet Potter and failed, and that his power broke when he hit the girl with a killing curse and that it rebounded and hit him instead, a giant of a man named Rubeus Hagrid had just arrived at the wreckage of the Potters' cottage. Tears streaming down his cheeks at the site of Lily and James' lifeless bodies, it took him a moment to notice that he was not alone.

"Hello, Hagrid," said the forlorn and broken-looking Sirius Black. Having been the Potters' best friend, his handsome young face was twisted with pain and misery.

"Hullo, Sirius," Hagrid replied gruffly. He pulled out a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth and blew his nose before asking, "What're yeh doin' here, Sirius?"

"I was here to check up on them... I never dreamed... how could this've happened? Oh, I was so stupid!" Sirius looked angry and morose at the same time.

"Now, now," Hagrid said, trying to stifle another flow of tears. "It's not yer fault, Sirius, it's not yer fault."

But Sirius just stared at Hagrid with wide eyes, as if he knew not what to say. Then he replied quite flatly, "You have no idea, Hagrid."

Hagrid ignored the cryptic tone, and instead gave a great sniff and said simply, "Well, I'm here to collect li'l Violet Potter, now. Dumbledore's orders."

Black's eyes went wide again. "Hagrid, no, wait... I'm her godfather. Leave her with me!"

"Sorry, Sirius, but Dumbledore has his orders."

"Hagrid, trust me, forget Dumbledore, and give me my goddaughter!"

"Sorry, but I can', Sirius! Dumbledore's orders!"

Sirius, quite angry now, opened his mouth to retaliate, but then his face seemed to close in on him as he apparently collapsed from the inside. "Very well, Hagrid. How about you take her on my motorcycle? I won't be needing it anymore."

"Thank you kindly, Sirius," Hagrid replied, and, tucking Violet into a snug blanket and into the crook of his arm, Hagrid mounted the giant motorcycle, started it up, and flew away into the night sky.

When Hagrid arrived at Privet Drive, he, McGonagall, and Dumbledore all looked quite forlorn as they laid little Violet Potter on the Dursleys' doorstep. Then they departed, after saying their final good-byes.

When Dumbledore reached the corner, he stopped and pulled out a little silver lighter- a Deluminator, his own invention. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their streetlamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

"Good luck, Violet," he murmured. Then he turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.

The next morning, Petunia Dursley, a thin, blonde, stuck-up woman and, unfortunately, Violet's aunt, opened the front door to collect the milk bottles. She stared in shock at the bundle of blankets on her doorstep, with a little infant with jet-black hair lying asleep inside.

"VERNON!" Petunia shrieked.

Her husband came running (or rather, walking as fast as he could; Vernon Dursley was quite fat) and gasped, "What is it, Petunia, dear?"

Petunia pointed wordlessly at the bundle of blankets on the stoop. Vernon stared at it, his mouth slightly open. It took another moment for the couple to notice the letter tucked underneath their niece's tiny hand.

Petunia knelt down and took the letter from Violet. The envelope was made of heavy yellow parchment, and was addressed to the Dursleys in very elegant handwriting.

The letter that Dumbledore had left for the Dursleys had explained that Violet was a witch, and that she had been orphaned by the Dark Lord Voldemort. Lily and James Potter were dead, and Violet had no remaining living relatives, except for the Dursleys. Vernon and Petunia were to raise their niece and care for her as if she was their own child…

Unfortunately, Petunia disliked her sister, Lily. She felt nothing but bitterness toward her deceased sibling, as she had no desire to care for Lily's daughter and "treat her as her own"… And this meant poor Violet had a difficult decade coming.

A/N: Okay, I completely rewrote this chapter...again. I still used a couple of quotes from Prisoner of Azkaban and Sorcerer's Stone... I'm thinking I'm going to rewrite the other five chapters as well, before I continue this story... So, yeah, 'Violet' should get a lot better... I appreciate all reviews, of course, positive and negative. Some people said that they like this story, others said it's plagiarism, too much like J.K. Rowling's story, etc. And I took those to heart, which is why I'm rewriting everything. ...That's it...Please review!