Chapter one- Leave the past behind
“I’ll be welcomed back like a hero!” Barty shouted with pride as Dumbledore dragged Harry and me out of the badly lit room.
“Perhaps. Personally I’ve never had much time for heroes” Dumbledore only glanced back once to see Snape poking his wand into Barty’s cheek: Making Barty back down into his seat- his eyes full of madness.
Thanks to Professor Dumbledore I’m not thrashing around on the floor getting the Cruciatus Curse from a loony deatheater. I don’t know why I decided to follow harry and Professor Moody after the triwizard tournament had ended; on a bombshell of course. (Obviously due to the death of Cedric Diggory). I knew something wasn’t right. My curiosity took hold of me and what do you know, I was standing face to face with one of the most dangerous deatheaters of all time.
As we made our way down the moon lit corridors the temperature dropped. I looked back to catch a glimpse of Minister Fudge and a Dementor entering the same room we exited. Dumbledore’s grip on my arm never ceases to penetrate my skin when he was angry. Harry and I almost had to run to keep up with his fast paced walk. We both knew where we were heading, it seemed to be the only save place now to anyone who knew of the troubles that were going on. When we finally arrived in front of Dumbledore’s office he made the decision of letting go of our arms and beckoned us to enter.
“What on earth were you thinking Miss Violet Walters; I have too much stuff on my mind to keep telling people to not go into dangerous situations. You could have gotten yourself killed”
“I....I...I don’t know sir... I’m sorry. I wanted to help, something wasn’t right. I knew Professor Moody was acting weird because I met him at my father’s 50th birthday party two years ago. I went to get answers.” Dumbledore sighed. Harry had said nothing and had sat down in the massive armchair that faced Dumbledore’s desk; clutching his arm where the cut Wormtail had apparently given him. “If you don’t mind me asking Professor. Who was that Man?” Dumbledore was silent till the sound of bells rang through the school, signalling it was midnight.
“That my dear child was Barty Crouch Jr. One of the most deadly servants of the dark lord. But he will trouble you no more...The night looks rather bright tonight wouldn’t you say Potter” I toned out of the conversation when Potter was introduced into the conversation. I stared out of the window that Dumbledore had pointed to and join in taking in the full beauty of the night sky. Not a single cloud in sight and every star visible; sparkling with a passionate white light. It was so pretty and.....
Peaceful.
4 years later.....
“Come on Violet. We promised Harry, Ron and Hermione that we would be in Diagon alley in 5 minutes. I don’t want to be late...again!” Ginny shouted up the stairs hoping that Violet would hear her through the wooden door that blocked her view.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m ready I just have to find my....There it is!” Without warning the door swung open and revealed a mature, 18 year old woman with short blonde spiky hair with casual clothes on. The usual combination of a button up pink and red patterned t-shirt, jeans and red converse trainers. She jogged down the stairs and came face to face with Ginny; Both the same height. Violet lifted up her right hand and shook an item which rattled with the sound of lots of coins. “Just had to find my purse” She shoved the purse into one of her jean’s pocket. She checked the opposite pocket to make sure it contained her wand. Ginny sighed.
