Violet Fennec, The Witch With a Secret

Chapter 1: Violet

  Filled with excitement, Violet ascended the stairs to her  bedroom. She couldn't contain her enthusiasm at the prospect of finally attending the school of her dreams. She found it difficult to sleep as the thought of sleeping in a castle among some of the most exceptional witches and wizards consumed her thoughts. Her mind buzzed with visions of forming friendships and delving into the mysteries of magic, eager to explore new realms of knowledge.

  As the sun's rays bathed the room in a warm glow, Violet's eyes fluttered open, exhilaration coursing through her veins. Today she would accompany her father to the robe shop in Hogsmeade to acquire her Hogwarts attire. Excitement filled her as she sprang out of bed, quickly slipping into her clothes, knowing that her magical journey awaited.

  Violet descended the stairs to find her father, already waiting with a smile that mirrored her own eagerness. Together, they strolled through the picturesque streets of Hogsmeade, their steps light and filled with joy. The sound of owls hooting and the fragrance of butterbeer permeated the air, creating an enchanting atmosphere.

  Upon reaching the charming robe shop nestled amidst the quaint storefronts, a bell tinkled merrily as they entered. Inside, a peculiar sight greeted them—a short, plump woman with a mass of vibrant, coiled, ginger hair that seemed to have a life of its own. Violet's eyes widened with amusement at the sight of Madam Gingerlocks, the shop's eccentric owner.

  The interior of the shop exuded a whimsical charm, with robes of various colours and patterns hanging from racks, and bolts of fabric piled in joyful disarray. Madam Gingerlocks waddled towards Violet and her father, her infectious energy filling the room. Her tape measure dangled around her neck, ready for action.

  With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, Madam Gingerlocks began the process of measuring Violet for her robes. The tape measure, guided by the auburn-haired enchantress, effortlessly glided around Violet's figure, capturing the precise dimensions.

  Once the measurements were complete, Madam Gingerlocks guided them to a selection of luxurious fabrics. Violet's fingers brushed against the materials, feeling the softness and magic interwoven within. There was a certain ethereal quality to each cloth, evoking the essence of the wizarding world.

  As Violet and her father made their choices, the robe shop buzzed with excitement. Mr. Fennec, ever the shrewd wizard, attempted to negotiate a lower price, showcasing his charms and persuasive skills. However, to their amusement, Madam Gingerlocks remained steadfast in her pricing.

  With a hearty laugh, Mr. Fennec accepted the set price, recognising the value of the finely crafted robes. Madam Gingerlocks bid them farewell, her voice tinged with warmth as she called out, "Take care, Mr. Fennec!"

  As Violet and her father exited the shop, robes in hand, a sense of enchantment enveloped her. She revealed in the whimsy of the Hogsmeade streets, her heart brimming with excitement for the magical journey that awaited her at Hogwarts. The encounter with Madam Gingerlocks and the unique shop experience had only heightened her curiosity for what lies ahead, adding a touch of wonder to her preparations for the wizarding world. But still had a feeling of dread haunting her.

  After a delightful morning, Violet, her father, and Jack decided to adventure the enchanting village of Hogsmeade. The streets were adorned with quaint storefronts, each one a treasure trove of magical wonders. They meandered through the cobblestone paths, taking in the sights and sounds of this vibrant wizarding community.

  As they wandered, they stumbled upon The Three Broomsticks, her fathers favourite place in the village, it was a cozy tavern exuding warmth. The tantalising scent of freshly baked pastries and the inviting aroma of butterbeer greeted them. They couldn't resist, stepping inside to find a bustling atmosphere filled with laughter and friendly chatter. They indulged in sweet treats and sipped on mugs of frothy butterbeer.

  With their spirits lifted, they continued their adventure, exploring the charming shops that lined the streets. Honeydukes, a paradise for sweet lovers, lured them in with its mouthwatering display of candies and chocolates. Jack's face lit up with glee as he selected an assortment of treats, his eyes widening at the sheer abundance of sugary delights.

  As they ventured further, they chanced upon a quaint potion shop, its shelves lined with mysterious vials and jars containing various potions ingredients. The air was thick with herbal scents, inviting them to explore the magic within each bottle. They marvelled at the intricate labels and the enticing colours, their imaginations running wild with possibilities.

  The sun-dappled streets led them to a serene meadow on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. It was a haven of tranquility, adorned with a carpet of wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze. The sweet melodies of chirping birds filled the air, harmonising with the soft rustle of leaves. Violet, her father, and Jack couldn't resist the urge to frolic in the meadow, laughter and joy echoing amidst the natural splendour.

  As the day waned, casting a golden hue over the village, they made their way back home, their hearts filled with the beauty and magic of their Hogsmeade adventure. They reviled in the simple pleasures, the shared laughter, and the bond that grew stronger with each moment. It was a day they would forever treasure, a glimpse into the enchanting world that awaited Violet at Hogwarts.

  As the day was approaching, Violet decided she wanted to pack early. So she would not feel any stress for the coming days. She grabbed her trunk and placed it on the bed. Getting out all the things she was going to put into it. As Violet carefully packed her clothes into her trunk, her hands trembled with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The looming prospect of attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry filled her mind, but it was the weight of a dark secret that cast a shadow over her preparations. Only she and her family knew the truth about her mother's past. A Death Eater. A secret that she vowed to guard with her life.

  Worry grew on Violet's face as she envisioned the consequences of her secret being revealed. The fear of judgment and rejection gnawed at her, threatening to consume her thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat as she had recently heard whispers of Harry Potter's name in connection to her year from other students. The tales of his bravery and triumph over evil was incredible, and she wondered if he would be able to sense the darkness that lingered within her family's history.

  Gently, Violet's hand reached up to her neck, caressing the pendant that hung from a delicate chain. It was a pocket watch, a cherished possession passed down to her from her true mother who she never met as she had been sent off to Azkaban. The watch, adorned with intricate engravings. A snake, expertly carved, curled around the outer edge of the watch, symbolising the intertwining nature of her family's past and the challenges she faced in embracing her own destiny. Another strange thing about the watch she held was that only she was able to hold it. As soon as someone that was not her tried to touch it their hands burnt. Leaving a scar where they touched it.

  The pocket watch wasn't the only memento that carried sentimental value for Violet. As her thoughts drifted, she couldn't help but remember the bracelet her stepmother had given her before falling ill. The bracelet, a delicate silver chain with a small heart charm, had become a symbol of their bond. Violet's affection for her stepmother ran deep, but the demands of her illness had taken a toll on their relationship. Violet longed for the days when they could spend time together, sharing stories and laughter. But now her step mother was in St Mungo's and she hardly got to see her.

  Though her mother's past had stained the family name and her stepmother's illness had caused a rift, Violet clung to the cherished memories and the symbols of love she carried with her. With a deep breath and a glance at the pocket watch and bracelet, Violet closed her trunk, determined to face the challenges that awaited her at Hogwarts. She knew the journey ahead would be filled with unknowns, but she clung to the slight bit of strength within her, hoping that amidst the secrets, uncertainties, and the absence of loved ones, she could discover her true identity and find her place in a world that both fascinated and frightened her.