A Dark Heart's Passion and a Rebel's Good Cause

Chapter One

"Violet!" Dad yelled, beckoning me down the stairs. I smirked, looking at myself in the mirror.

"Coming!" I called, making one last tweak before I bounded down the stairs with my bag- we'd set my trunk down here last night. Mum was ranting about punctuality in the kitchen while I rolled my eyes, she'll really be ranting in a minute. "I'm ready."

"Finally!" Dad muttered, walking into the living room where I was waiting. He took one look and pinched the bridge of his nose in anger. "Violet!"

"Yes?" I smiled innocently, batting my eyes. He ground his teeth, and I looked down in an attempt to look sad. "Daddy?"

"Child! What have I told you! A proper woman doesn't wear pants, she wears skirts and dresses!" Mum screeched, coming into the room. She went on a long rant, Dad joining in here and there because I was wearing muggle clothes. I did it on purpose, of course. I just rolled my eyes, looking at my outfit in the mirror.

Well I like it.

My shirt was long and bright red, it had 'NO' written in white on the front. I wore black leggings and doc martins with it. My hair looked cute in it's messy bun, and I only wore eyeliner on my waterline. Cute and simple. I had to roll my sleeves though, I rolled them twice and then shoved them up to my elbow. I finally cut them off, seeing the clock next to the mirror. "Send me a howler but we're going to be late!" I yelled, catching their attention.

"Fine." Mum sniffed, Dad grabbed my arm and we apparated out. He marched me over to the Parkinson's, Pansy was there, Pugface and all. I frowned at myself for being so rude, but all well. If she gives me crap this year, so help me! I won't hesitate to hex her. She glared at me, disliking me as much as I disliked her. I'd punched her two weeks ago at my birthday party because she was trashing muggles. There's nothing wrong with them.

"Evan!" Dad sighed, looking at her. "Well, your daughter has a good head on her shoulders. It's like whatever we tell her goes in one ear and out the other." I felt my jaw drop as he talked about me like I wasn't even there. They discussed different punishment curses while our mums talked about my outfit- "I really don't even think it's cute!"

I scoffed, levitating my trunk easily- I practiced all summer long, and headed for the train. I paused when I saw a guy with bright green eyes and black hair struggling with his trunk. I knew who he was, of course, but I wouldn't say it. I walked over, my trunk still in the air as I got to him. "Need some help?"

"Wha- oh! How did you do that?" He watched in amazement as I sat mine inside the trunk. I smiled softly.

"Here, lemme help you." I cast the charm again, lifting his and setting it gently beside mine.

"Thanks! I'm Harry!"

"I'm Violet!" I returned, shaking his hand. I looked behind me as my parents looked around, probably hoping to lecture me one more time on the importance of getting into their beloved Slytherin house. As if. I turned to Harry quickly. "Sorry but I have to go! Look me up sometime at Hogwarts, yeah?"

"Yeah!" Harry nodded, and I smiled.

"Nice meeting you." I walked past him as I jumped into the train, and he called a 'you too' back at me. I smiled, proud of myself. I was confident and hopefully just made a friend! I started the search for a compartment when I got knocked down. "Oi!"

"Watch where you're g- oh! It's you." I looked up, scowling at a pale, blonde kid.

"Yeah yeah, what's it to you who I am?" I rubbed at my head, standing up. He stuck his hand out.

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Oh, now it makes sense. My parents are always running to his for advice on how to whip me into shape. No wonder he recognized me. I glared at him, but shook his hand. Like mine, his parents were right up there in Voldemort's inner circle, but wormed their way out of it when the time came. Unlike me, he believed all of this pureblood garbage out parents spewed, and that made me sick to my stomach. "Given your parents hell already, have you?" He smirked, looking me over.