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The letters were one thing. One indescribable thing that happened. It wasn't everyday letters flooded a house in a literal sense. But the dramatics in which the Dursleys went through to escape the letters was bordering on maddening.

Having a giant barge into the lighthouse with a birthday cake for them was entirely other thing. He introduced himself in a spectacular way, by putting both Vernon and Dudley in their place and then giving them the name Hagrid. Violet had never adored a man faster.

"Yer a wizard, Harry." It's the final drop of truth of the evening he adds, looking at her brother with wide eyes. "And you, Violet. Yer a witch. The both of yous got magic in yer veins."

She supposes she should've been shocked at the news. Like her gaping brother. But it isn't something she's too surprised about. She nods, a lot of pieces falling into place, the final confirmation that she was born different.

It's nice, the feeling that comes with such a revelation. And its a bit overwhelming in the way she can see it now. Of course she was born different. Even from her twin, who she loves dearly. She wasn't just a normal girl and she's surely destined not to be a normal witch as well. It's a promise she makes with whoever is out there listening.

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Diagon Alley is everything she expected it to be and nothing like it at the same. She expected the magic and the business. She hadn't expected how wonderful it would be to actually witness what it would be like to be around others freely using magic.

It's a perfect day out. Harry and her gawk at everything they see, her brother dragging her to see the brooms and Violet dragging him to see the vast bookstore. They only get what they need but Violet knows the first chance she gets to come back, she's bringing home some of those wonderful books that came to life when she opened them.

And then. Wonderful Hagrid set them down and presented them with another present. As if the introduction to magic and the cake weren't enough. "It's not much, mind you. But this way you'd both have a companion. 'M sorry the two of yous have to share but hope ye don't mind."

The owl, a beautiful white one with black specks, is the best thing she's ever seen. And she knows with one look, Harry feels the same. It's more than enough and she beams at the towering man. "Why, thank you, Hagrid! She's absolutely wonderful! Thank you!"

He chuckles, his cheeks flushing red. "Not a problem, Violet."

She just shakes her head, cooing at the owl as Harry sticks his hands in the cage to try and pet her. "Does she have a name already?"

"The shopkeep said it was Hedwig." He answers, smiling at the sight of them.

"I don't mind it. It suits her, don't you think?" He nudges her, glancing at his twin.

She hums in thought, debating changing it, but decides against it. "It's perfect!"

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It's on the train that they learn more about Hogwarts itself. Perhaps that was an undersight with Hagrid, too enthralled with the world in general to bring up the school they'd be attending. Luckily, Ron was more than willing to help the Potter twins, the only two in existence to survive the killing curse.

Funny, their reputation was. No one knew exactly which twin had been targeted but they'd both been found injured and scarred. Harry and the mark on his forehead while Violet had what looked to be an old scratch on the back of her neck. But they'd both taken on the legend status either way.

And it helps in this instance. Ron, while a great bloke it seemed, certainly hadn't lost that star-struck expression. And with one smile from Violet, he blushes and immediately tells them all that they want to know.

"Well, the houses are simple really," He begins, glancing between them. "Hufflepuff is the nice bunch, goody two shoes really. Ravenclaw is even worse, being full of the know it alls. And Gryffindor is for the brave! But Slytherin? Well, they're for the seedy folk."

"What do you mean by seedy?" She asks with a frown, already knowing she's going to have to find another source for more information than quick stereotypes.

"It's usually where dark witch and wizards go," He explains, plopping another candy into his mouth. "Now, do you wanna see some spells I know? My brothers taught me them."

"I do," Harry gently agrees, sheepishly smiling. And Violet let's go of her inquiries for now, letting her brother have his moment for now.

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Before the hat can call their names, Violet has a sneaking suspicion of which houses she can be in and which houses her brother would best suit. "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Promise me something." She tugs him away from the others a bit, listening out to make sure they're not running out of time for their names to be called.

Noticing the seriousness in her tone, he raises a brow but relents nonetheless. "Of course, anything, Vi."

"Promise me it won't matter what houses we're sorted in." She holds out a pinky, nearly looking pained as she thinks about her brother reacting negatively to her in any way.

"Promise!" He doesn't hesitate to take her pinky, offering her a reassuring smile. "I don't care about where you go to. It would be cool if we got sorted together but I don't mind either way."

"I hope we get sorted together too." She beams, relief rolling off her in waves. They rejoin the group and she watches as her twin gets called.

It takes a moment but the minute the hat announces Gryffindor, she knows they won't be sorted in the same house after all. And sure enough, when she's called up, the hat looks through her mind with wonder before easily knowing what house to put her in.

"You'll do great things in Slytherin!" It announces, the room stunned for a moment before the Slytherin table breaks out in cheers. And Harry, looking a little surprised but not upset, even claps for her.

She's just glad she has that pinky promise made, especially now that the entire hall feels off with her sorting. Either way, it's sure to be interesting.