Violet Black And The Philosopher's Stone

Violet Black had always been perfectly abnormal, thank you very much. From her purple eyes to her mix of curly and wavy hair to her heritage as the only daughter of Regulas Black. She had never really cared to be normal anyways. She'd grown up surrounded by those most witches and wizards would call evil. She called them family.

Disclaimer: Neither of us own Harry Potter. Believe me I wish we did. Sadly neither of us do. Also, this is written by both me, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff who also owns the account. We'll sign off the chapters each of us writes. Please comment and vote! Don't like don't read.