Bad Romance

Rebounds

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-From your POV-

Thunk, thunk, thunk. "Vi, up. We've got a lot to do today." I tapped at her door impatiently. My arms were folded and I was already completely dressed and ready for the day. I completely understood that she was a teenage girl, but at her age, I wasn't exactly sleeping in. I fully understand that she's about to have to kill her father- and ultimately, me too- but it's not like I was skipping around doing silly childish things in my teen years either. And when I was, it was unproductive and dumb, and she's not allowed to do that. She needs to be better than me, better than him. Even better than Draco was. No exceptions. I offed my mother when I was a teenager and offed my father as an adult; she will have to learn quickly that life is one massive grey area. Will she learn the hard way? Probably. But whatever it takes, she is going to carry on a legacy bigger than any sorcerer this world has seen. 

"Violet Sorcier, wake up now." I said in a low and sharp tone through the door. I sighed in annoyance, as I didn't hear any movement from within the room. I waited another second before pulling out my wand and unlocking the door. 

"Violet! I told you last night-" I stumbled into her room and began to scold her, but was quickly silenced when I walked into a room full of pages all across the floor. Sitting on top of her messy bed, with wide dark eyes signaling that she hadn't slept, was Violet. I paused for a minute and scanned the room before turning to her. "Well are you going to explain what the hell all of this is or not??"  I prodded. She simply stood up straight and adjusted her robes- which I could not even tell when she put them on- and smoothed down her hair before clearing her throat.

"I read essentially- everything, you have downstairs in the study about drexels and dragons. All the pages- those are just notes." she explains confidently. I just continue to stare down at her before sighing and stepping to the side so we can both exit her room.

We stepped into the hallway and began to make our way down to the fireplace with no speaking. "We're paying the Weasley's a visit. And when we get home, you're cleaning that room." I say sternly.

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"What are you getting at here, Y/n??" Hermione hisses. I rolled my eyes at her sass.

"Albus, is the true heir of Gryffindor. So, he can use the sword of Godric Gryffindor." I explain.

"Wait- if I'm the true heir," Albus begins to mutter out. "T-then why did I get sorted into Slytherin?"

"Does she look like the sorting hat to you, you donut?" Violet spits back from the seat next to him, arms folded and glaring at him. I guess it's genetic, the only query is from me or Draco? 

"Use the sword for what, exactly?" Hermione asks. "Because Albus is not-"

"Yes, yes, I know. He is not destroying a horcrux. But that being said, if he were to obtain the sword and bring it to me..." I draw out, hoping that she's understanding my suggestion.

"So let me get this straight- you want a 13 year old boy to somehow magically GET THE SWORD OF GODRIC GRYFFINDOR and bring it to you so that you can destroy the horcruxes?? And how do you even suppose this happen??" she spits back. Usually, I can handle her pestiness, but today it's making me want to perform a self-lobotomy. 

"Alright, well until you've gotten a better idea, do me a favor and piss all the way off." I say, quickly fastening my belongings together before leaving. "Kids, school starts soon; don't be late. I've got work to do." I say before leaving out the front door. Usually, I'd escort them to school for their own safety but today I really cannot be bothered. I have something to go conjure up and I don't have the time. They're smart kids; they'll figure it out on their own.

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-From Violet's POV-

Of course, leave it to the Mudblood to ruin a decent plan in the making. I rolled my eyes and stood up, getting my bag ready for school. I stood there, peering down at a sitting Albus, waiting for him to get up. "Well?? What are you waiting for??"  I hissed at him. He looked at me confused as Hermione went into the next room to talk to Ron.

"Well, how are we going to get there on time if we don't walk-" 

"WALK?? Are you out of your bloody mind?? No. We are not walking." I peered around for a second until I saw gleaming keys on the kitchen table. I grinned widely at them and Albus accused me of having a 'mischievous twinkle' in my eyes, but I think he was just being dramatic.

"Violet, what is it?" he asks. I walk over confidently and quickly swipe the keys off the table.

"Let's go for a drive in that fancy car they're always talking about." I didn't spend much time at the Weasley's, but every time I was there, the adults were always talking about the 'fancy magic car' they had. I thought it was a load of bullocks, but seeing as that I was NOT about to walk all the way to school and we were going to be late otherwise, I guess today we would find out. 

"Violet- you're not serious..." Albus said sheepishly, following behind me. I continued grinned snarkily as I marched outside to where they had parked the car, outside the house.

"Why wouldn't I be serious, Potter?" I return as I unlock the driver's side. I had reached across and unlocked the passenger's side too, but he just stood there frozen. I fastened my seatbelt and then looked out at him. "Well?? Are you getting in or not?? I'm not trying to be late you donut." I snap at him. And with those words, he very hesitantly got in the car. 

Before he could even strap in all the way, I started the car and it was pedal to the medal. I giggled and yelled in delight and excitement while he screamed and yelled in something that was not excitement. I didn't feel like it was a good time to tell him that I have never driven any vehicle of any sort, ever before this. Meh, he'll find out sooner or later, I thought as I shrugged and grinned to myself.