TRIGGER WARNING: Dark themes, Inappropriate age gaps, abuse/manipulation/mind control and just unethical and immoral actions in general. You have been warned.

This story is M for a reason, and it's not for sexual content. Slightly AU as the canon characters will be slightly out of character and do things that the real characters would never do.

That being said, the main character is over 18 (which is possible if her birthday was over summer before seventh year).

This story is also loosely linked to my existing Harry Potter universe fanfiction - "There ain't no Moonlight, After Midnight". You can read it for a backstory if you're into Fred Weasley stories but it's not really required - this story is written under the assumption you have not read that story and know nothing about that character. Vicki is the main character's grand daughter (Tori) who has stumbled across her diary fifty years later, so aside from appearing in this chapter she's not central to the plot at all. If you do read that story be aware this chapter will have spoilers, as this is a bit further ahead than what I've written. Also the events of this story will not be referenced in that story at all.

How can you see looking through those tears?
Don't you know you're worth your weight in gold?
I can't believe that you're alone in here
Let me warm your hands against the cold

A close encounter with a hardhearted man
Who never gave half of what he got
Has made you wish that you'd never been born
That's a shame 'cause you got the lot

Hey yeah, you with the sad face
Come up to my place and live it up
You beside the dance floor
What do you cry for? Let's live it up

Victoria "Vicki" Hartwell was an almost-regular witch. Recently turned seventeen at the end of the previous school year she was now of age and would soon enter her final year at Hogwarts. She was a proud member of the Ravenclaw house and had recently received a letter from Dumbledore acknowledging that she was chosen to be Head Girl for the upcoming school year.

The previous school year had been very eventful. She started the year with Roger Davies, the handsome Ravenclaw Quiddich captain as her boyfriend. There were many ups and downs and with the Triwizard tournament thrown into the mix their relationship was set for disaster. Roger accepted Fleur Delacour's invitation to the Yule Ball which meant that Vicki and Roger broke up. Luckily for her she had grown very close to Fred Weasley over the year and they confessed feelings for each other and were going very strong. They were young and completely in love, living the dream.

Of course the end of the previous school year was when Cedric Diggory had been killed during the last task of the tournament. Harry Potter, the boy who lived and Albus Dumbledore the headmaster were exclaiming that He Who Must Not Be Named had made a reappearance and was the one behind Cedric's tragic death. Everybody else who had influence seemed to think otherwise, with the Daily Prophet running stories on a daily basis stating how wrong Dumbledore and Potter were.

To Vicki it didn't matter. Cedric was a very good friend to her and all that mattered was that he had passed away. It had been very hard for her at the start of the summer but luckily for her, her boyfriend cared about her very much and had managed to cheer her up. She was very grateful to have him.

Vicki had spent a good chunk of her summer helping Molly Weasley and her children clean up 12 Grimmauld Place to be used as an appropriate safe house for the new Order of the Phoenix. Now that she and the twins were of legal age to use magic out of the school they were able to do things the younger children were not able to do. They had been denied clearance to join the Order until they finished their studies, so cleaning and clearing were the only things they could do to help.

It was on one of the days Vicki was lending a hand at the house that Dumbledore had come to see her. It wasn't irregular for her to see Dumbledore at the house, he had popped in a few times over the summer. Dumbledore had always greeted her in passing, but this time he had come outside where the kids were mending outside panels of the house's structure. Fred, George and Vicki were using magic for the higher panels. Vicki was using the levitating charm to put the wooden panels in place and to hold them steady whilst the twins were using magic to hammer the nails in. Towards the bottom the younger kids were hammering by hand, as no magic was required. Levitating charms were fairly simple but being able to hold the planks steady was the tricky part. The two twins had tried but failed to hold the panel steady, but it was a simple task for Vicki.

The kids had trouble focusing as their headmaster was watching from behind them and they remained aware of his presence.. He stayed silent, peering at them through his half-moon spectacles. After a few minutes, he finally spoke up.

"I was wondering if you would be so kind as to lend me Miss Hartwell for a while?" Dumbledore spoke up, addressing the group as a whole.

Vicki was taken aback. It seems the others were too as they seemed confused. Vicki whipped her head to look at Harry, the one she expected Dumbledore to be here to see. Figuring it was something to do with her new role as Head Girl she went to go join Dumbledore.

"You might want to bring your belongings. Our outing might not be too long, but you'll want to free the rest of your day afterwards." Dumbledore stated kindly to Vicki.

She furrowed her eyebrows but didn't speak up. She went to her boyfriend and gave him a quick peck (usually they both loved a good snog goodbye to make those around them feel uncomfortable, but both were too shy in Dumbledore's presence) as she followed Dumbledore into the residence with her bag over her shoulder.

"I noticed you passed your apparition test. Whilst I have full confidence you are very competent at apparition, I hope you don't mind that I request I apparate us both." Dumbledore stated to her.

"Please go ahead. I don't even know where the hell we're going." Vicki giggled, as she accepted his arm.

Moments later she found herself in a very bustling street with lots of magic kind surrounding her. She had been here many times before, this was Diagon Alley. Vicki purposely moved herself to the side of the Alley to make room for those who wanted to get past as she wanted to stop and confront Dumbledore on what was happening.

"Okay. Ten minutes ago I was fixing wooden planks on a house with my boyfriend and friends. Now I'm in Diagon Alley with the headmaster of Hogwarts. Why?" Vicki asked him with a little bit of attitude, crossing her arms in defence.

"I know you were very keen to join the Order after Cedric's death. I've found a task you can help with before you finish up your studies." Dumbledore smiled at her.

Vicki's eyes widened. She had expressed a keen desire to help avenge Cedric's death but the current Order members had disallowed her and the twins to participate until they finished up at Hogwarts. If this were a task she could do for the Order right now, she was on board.

"Okay. What do I need to do?" Vicki keenly asked.

"We're going to Flourish and Blotts. You need to get this signed." Dumbledore kindly said to Vicki as he handed her a book.

Vicki read the title. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. She was now confused for a number of reasons even though Dumbledore had revealed the plan to her. Why did she need to get a book signed? Why this book? Where was Dumbledore keeping the book, as he didn't have it a few moments ago but now he had passed her a very heavy book that had to be kept somewhere?

"Oh I um...I already have a copy of this book. If you're wanting me to get this signed by Newt Scamander you might find someone else who will be more useful anyway. Care of the Magical Creatures was never one of my strongest subjects, I dropped it after O.W.L.S, alongside Herbology." Vicki sadly stated. She did badly want to help out, but if she wasn't qualified for the job it was best to stand aside and allow someone else to help this time. She knew she had plenty of skills to offer the Order instead when the time was right.

"I am aware you would have attained a copy of the book in your first year, but we clearly need you to have a copy right now," Dumbledore jovially stated "everyone has their strengths and weaknesses Miss Hartwell. You're very gifted at Transfiguration and Charms. It may interest you to know that your grandmother, your namesake, she was very talented in Care of the Magic Creatures and Herbology but found herself struggling with Transfiguration and Charms."

Vicki nodded her head in approval. She knew very little about her paternal grandparents, as they passed away before she was born. Andrew and Victoria Hartwell. Andrew, like Vicki's father Max, was sorted into Gryffindor. Victoria, her grandmother she was named after, was a Slytherin. It was nice to hear Dumbledore speak about her grandmother fondly. It didn't happen often but every now and again she found herself wondering about her heritage and what her grandparents were like as people.

"Well, if you're sure I'm the right person, let's do this. Not only do I trust you, you're like, the wisest and most powerful wizard alive. You clearly know what you're doing." Vicki stated as she began to walk in the direction of Flourish and Blotts.

"You're too kind." Dumbledore responded and the two walked in silence.

They attracted a lot of attention on their walk. People noticing Dumbledore was to be expected, but Vicki managed to grab a lot of attention too. She was very well known throughout the school for being popular. Her and Roger were deemed a "power couple" when they were together and had managed to claw their way to the top of the student hierarchy, and had managed to stay there even after their breakup. It definitely helped her new boyfriend Fred was very well liked too. Therefore many people attempted to stop and speak with Vicki, but all she could do was smile and wave as she was pulled away.

They managed to navigate their way into Flourish and Blotts. The store was fairly busy as term was due to start soon and many people were buying their children's school books. However the line for what looked like the signing setup for Newt Scamander was very modest, nothing like the one Vicki remembered for Gilderoy Lockhart a few years previously when he advertised taking over the D.A.D.A role at the time.

"So um...what do I need to do when I get this signed?" Vicki asked Dumbledore nervously as the line was moving fairly quickly and soon they would be seen by Scamander.

"Just be yourself." Dumbledore smiled kindly at her.

"Be myself...sounds like some kind of motivation campaign for depressed teens." Vicki snorted as she laughed, but quickly composed herself as they were at the front of the queue.

When it was their turn they both approached the table. Vicki was a very outgoing student but for once she found herself shy and stood nervously behind Dumbledore as she didn't completely understand what was going on and how she was supposed to act. Scamander greeted Dumbledore as an old friend, even getting off his chair and shaking his hand enthusiastically. Vicki just stood back to watch.

She didn't know much about Newt Scamander other than the brief blurb in his textbook she had read a few times. She knew he was married to a woman who's name she forgot but was named in the book as a dedication. She also knew he was about a hundred years old but Vicki thought he looked great for his age. In the muggle world those who live to that age are very wrinkled with their age and experience evident on their bodies. Scamander on the other hand hardly looked old and weathered. He wasn't young looking but he certainly wasn't old looking either.

"Albus, my dear friend. Who's this pretty, young girl?" Newt asked happily, paying a compliment to Vicki that made her beam.

"This is the Hogwarts Head Girl for the upcoming school year. She's an incredibly bright Ravenclaw student and also quite popular. She's a fairly remarkable student. She's very talented with healing spells, and has used her popularity to petition many positive changes at Hogwarts. I am sure she will go on to do very phenomenal things in her life." Dumbledore boasted about the girl he was with.

The compliments were being laid on thick and now instead of being happy Vicki felt awkward. She still didn't understand why she was there and what was going on. She decided to follow Dumbledore's words "be yourself" and reacted naturally to the situation. She would fake it with what little information she had available.

"I was wondering if you could please sign this for me. I personally stopped taking Care of the Magical Creatures after I barely scraped through with an acceptable during O.W.L. year, which I only got because Professor Hagrid felt sorry for me and thought I was nice," Vicki blabbed on, but quickly wrapped it up when she realised she was talking too much "but my grandmother was an avid student, um, apparently anyway."

"I am very sure you deserved that acceptable. But that's okay, everyone is good at different things. It's what has made us unique." Newt smiled at Vicki. Vicki nervously eyed Dumbledore beside her as she couldn't tell whether Newt was genuinely a lovely person or was simply being sarcastic. Dumbledore just sent Vicki a warm smile and Newt spoke up again.

"Albus just mentioned you've made social changes at Hogwarts, that's already a remarkable achievement at your age. May I ask what you feel is your biggest one?" Newt asked her curiously.

"I uh- well, it's a little controversial..." Vicki stammered out, feeling uncomfortable telling someone so aged what her biggest achievement was. She sent a nervous sideways look to her Headmaster standing next to her.

"You can tell him, Victoria." Dumbledore kindly said to Vicki.

"Great name. Definitely one of my favourites for a female, alongside my beautiful wife's name Porpentina. But yes, please do tell. I'm not very conservative, I make a rubbish old person." Newt smiled at her.

His smile and self-deprecating humour made her feel confident enough to continue, and his compliment on her name made her feel at ease.

"Alright then. I heard a few horror stories about a few fellow students attempting to perform a contraceptive charm on themselves, or tried to get their boyfriends to do it. It's a fairly tricky charm that can cause a lot of damage if not done correctly. I um, approached Madam Pomfrey and asked if she would be willing to offer it as a service if kept on the down low. She's a strict lady but said it's something she's willing to offer if requested. Of course it's not officially advertised to students, this may be the progressive nineties but Hogwarts is not ready for open discussion about sexual health, but the word has been spread and it's there for students." Vicki explained as she went red by the end.

Newt seemed to be in awe, and like his greeting to Dumbledore he stood up and grabbed Vicki's hand as he enthusiastically shook it.

"Bravo, that's quite the achievement. You surely are a bright young witch. I can see why you were sorted into Ravenclaw and why you were picked for Head Girl," Newt beamed as he sat back down, opened the copy of his book and grabbed a pen "Now, how should I make this out to you? Your name is Victoria. Victoria who?"

"Hartwell." Vicki responded briefly but the revelation of her surname sent Newt into shock. He dropped his pen and looked at her wide eyed.

"Yes, Newt. This is her granddaughter. I thought we would both benefit if I bought her to you." Dumbledore spoke up, contributing to the conversation for the first time in a while.

Vicki looked between Dumbledore and Newt. It was now revealed why she was here. Dumbledore needed something from Newt and Vicki was his key somehow, through her connection to her grandmother. Vicki knew that perhaps she should have been annoyed she was being used for her family ties and not for her intelligence or talent. However she was dying of curiousity so she wanted to keep playing along.

"You look like her." Newt spoke up as she noticed he studied Vicki's face intently, even being bold enough to reach out and touch her face as he got a good look at her.

"I don't mean to be rude but I'm going to have to disagree with you. I never met her but I've seen photos. She was half-Veela, and was absolutely stunning. She was even prettier than that stupid sloppy seconds taker Fleur, who also has Veela heritage." Vicki bitterly blurted out, feeling awkward for bringing her insecurities and baggage into the conversation.

"I thought that you and Miss Delacour had made amends?" Dumbledore chuckled.

"Yes. She apologised for asking out Roger when he was still with me, so my comment about sloppy seconds is fairly uncalled for. But it's still not fair. My grandmother gets to be half-Veela and really pretty. Through parental lineage I'm still one eighth Veela. I still never stood a chance against Fleur did I?" Vicki sheepishly smiled, but then feeling awkward about the conversation added on "Speaking about popularity, beauty contests and boy troubles with two old men. I've reached a new low."

"Victoria. If you're anything like your grandmother, you're worth your weight in gold. I've known you for ten minutes and whilst I can't comment on this Miss Delacour, I can happily say your ex-boyfriend was clearly a fool to let you go. You will move on to bigger and better things." Newt happily said to Vicki.

"Already have. Gryffindor boyfriends do the whole boyfriend thing so much better than ones from your own house." Vicki grinned brightly.

Vicki felt energy between Dumbledore and Newt at her statement. She turned to look at Dumbledore and noticed he was giving Newt a look. She couldn't read what the look was saying but it was one of happiness mixed with some kind of "told you so" glint.

"Merlin, Albus. That is exactly something Tori would have said about Andrew." Newt stated.

It took Vicki a few seconds to work out who "Tori" was. It then hit her. Vicki preferred the way she shortened "Victoria" but another way was "Tori". This must have been what her grandmother preferred to be called.

"I suppose I've held onto it for too long. But she made me promise to give it to the most worthy person. Someone who she would deem need it the most and needed what her story was trying to say. I know she had a son, I thought about giving it to him." Newt said after a few moments of silence between the trio, mostly directing his speech to Dumbledore as he referenced some unknown item.

"My father." Vicki weakly smiled, not even acknowledging the mystery item he was speaking about.

"Yes. I had heard that he didn't know the truth of what had happened to his parents, I couldn't bear to be a stranger that tore apart his reality. But I'm now about to do that anyway…" Newt trailed off with a small smile on his face.

"I know you want to protect her memory, Newt. But Victoria Black was a truly remarkable person, and I think her granddaughter, Miss Victoria Hartwell is clever enough to see the truth." Dumbledore kindly said to Newt.

There was silence once more as Vicki could see that Newt was deep in thought. After a pressing silence, he spoke up as he had obviously made up his mind.

"I don't think what Tori did that year was shameful, or bad. She was dealing with perhaps the biggest manipulator in the entire history of magic, and she managed to break free and be the first person to see him for what he truly was. I just cared for her so deeply I wanted to protect her. It would be easy for one to jump to the wrong conclusion," Newt sighed in his long explanation but then kept going "But from what Dumbledore has told me today you're intelligent enough to see the truth."

Vicki wanted to say something reassuring, but didn't know what to say. It was made clear that Scamander and her grandmother shared some sort of bond, with Scamander helping her grandmother get through it. But as Vicki didn't know enough about her grandmother or whatever ordeal they went through, she had nothing of substance to say. Instead she decided to remain quiet, and let Dumbledore step in.

"I have never read the words left behind by Victoria Black but I know why she wrote them. She left it behind as a warning. Not just about Tom Riddle, but as a story to warn others about how powerful and damaging it is to let someone you care about take advantage of you. But mostly she understood how love is the most powerful form of magic and wanted to spread that message." Dumbledore said reassuringly to Newt.

Vicki gasped and put her hands to her mouth in shock. She knew who Tom Riddle was, that was the birth name of Voldemort. Before Cedric she felt her family were fairly lucky and had not been touched by his wrath, one of very few. But now she was about to become privy to information that was not only a well-kept secret but information that linked her family history to the most powerful dark wizard of all time.

Scamander was digging through his briefcase to find something, and it was taking him a while as he kept pulling out random items in error and shoving them back in. Vicki nervously looked between Scamander's frantic searching and Dumbledore who was pleasantly standing with his arms behind his back giving Vicki reassuring smiles.

"Aha! Here we go." Newt smiled in triumph as he pulled out what he looking for in his briefcase.

In his hand Vicki could see a small blue book with a hard bound case. Even from afar she could see in silver very neat hand writing 'Diary of Victoria Black'

"Apparently your grandmother started it as a simple journal to document her final year at Hogwarts. By the end it was so, so much more. When she finished it she left it with me, to spread her message before she left with the person who eventually became your grandfather, Andrew Hartwell. I initially held onto it as I loved her and it was the last piece of her I could hold onto. But then events happened and everything changed as he rose to power and it felt it was too late." Newt sighed, as he held onto the book for a few moments before passing it to Vicki.

Vicki touched the cool cover feeling it under her fingertips. For a moment she wondered what he meant when he said he loved her grandmother as she knew he had a wife but she lost the thought as she looked at the book in her hands. She went to open the cover but Dumbledore put his hand over the cover to keep it closed.

"Not here. Take it home and study it carefully. Learn your grandmother's story." Dumbledore said to Vicki.

She looked at the diary in her hands and nodded her head. The story had been built up so much she wanted to race home and read it, but didn't want to be rude and knew she had to depart from these two wise men properly.

"I promise I'll read it with an open mind and consider everything. I'll honour her memory." Vicki smiled towards Scamander.

"Please also consider it was the forties. Things were very different back then. Care of the Magical Creatures was considered a fashionable class to take, even if it isn't now." Newt said to Vicki, and Vicki could tell it was a very forced joke to hide the anguish inside of him.

Vicki only gave him a weak smile as she bid him farewell. She could tell he felt emotional handing over a prized possession he had held onto for fifty years that meant so much to him and she knew no matter what she said, the feeling would remain.

"Thank you, Newt. Her memory will now be able to rest now that you've passed on her legacy." Dumbledore said to Newt and turned to follow his student out of the book shop. Vicki turned around on her way out to give Newt one last look, watching as he greeted the rest of the people waiting to get their books signed. She saw he had a smile on his face but she could tell he definitely wasn't smiling on the inside.

"So, that's it. You're free to go Miss Hartwell." Dumbledore said to Vicki in the archway of Flourish and Blotts once they were alone.

"You're a fantastic wizard, Professor Dumbledore so please don't take this the wrong way. But you didn't bring me here as a nice deed for me to learn about my family history. I also don't think it was a favour to my grandmother for an opportunity for whatever message lies in this book." Vicki mentioned, but made sure to smile to show she was not angry, but had figured out his intentions.

"Alas, you've caught me." Dumbledore kindly smiled, not denying her statement.

"It's to do with You-Know-Who, isn't it? Tom Riddle, I've read in articles and books that say that was the name he was born under. I'm definitely down for a mutually beneficial agreement, especially considering it seems this journal may hold key information you need." Vicki smirked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore wasn't shocked that Vicki had cleverly come to the right conclusion. He wasn't even surprised she didn't care she was being used. She was the only one who would have been able to retrieve the journal from Newt but it was very convenient she was also the perfect one to do it. Victoria Hartwell was a problem solver and this was her ultimate solution.

"Anyway. Thanks for the opportunity. I'm dying to go and read this though, so I'm going to head home. I guess I'll liaise with you when I'm done so you can pick my brain for the information you require. We'll speak soon." Vicki confidently stated, sending her headmaster a grin as seconds later she had vanished, as she was apparating home without waiting for a response. Not many people would have been brave enough to leave Albus Dumbledore in such a brash manner, but his latest Head Girl certainly was.

Vicki called out to her mother, but had no response. She even tried calling out to Alfred, her mother's partner but also had no reply. It was made apparent she was home alone so she raced into her bedroom, slammed the door, flopped onto her bed and opened the journal. She was hoping no one else would be around so she could submerge herself into her grandmother's story. Both Dumbledore and Newt Scamander had really built up what she would find between those pages and she was bracing herself for one hell of a story.

Even though she was eager to read she took a moment to appreciate the hard blue cover. The Diary of Victoria Black. The silver writing was neat, but it was handwritten. Her grandmother had obviously used her wand or a special quill to brand the book in a professional-style, but it was definitely written by hand. Vicki hadn't even opened the book yet and already started to feel a silly form of attachment. She never got the pleasure of meeting her grandmother, and now would be reading her most personal thoughts. She would even have been the exact same age as Vicki when this was written. Vicki was excited to compare her life to her grandmother's, even down to small details on what life was like being a teenager in the forties compared to being a teenager in the nineties.

Taking a deep breath, Vicki took the plunge and opened the front page. There were words on the right – on the first page. Vicki however ignored the words as she looked at the three photographs on the left on the insert of the front cover. Her grandmother featured in all three. Vicki could tell it was her grandmother not only due to the very few photographs she had seen of her grandmother before, but because of her stunning good looks. It was due to her grandmother's half-Veela blood status, and it was very evident. She had shoulder length shining blonde hair styled in the wavy-like fashion of the forties. She also had piercing blue eyes that stuck out like a sore thumb but best suited her lovely oval face shape and high cheek bones with her fair features. She also had a small, petite body that Vicki was jealous of.

Vicki never felt self-conscious, especially after becoming quite popular a few years ago. Many girls at Hogwarts wanted to be Vicki, and many boys wanted to be with her. However Newt's comparison to her grandmother where he stated she resembled her made her feel inadequate. Vicki was very fair skinned and had blue eyes also, but Vicki's eyes were a gentler more subtle blue. Vicki also had brunette hair, a rounder heart-shaped face and a more womanly body. She felt she looked nothing like how beautiful her grandmother looked in her youth. As she predicted however, her grandmother certainly gave the famous Veela Fleur Delacour a run for her money and she felt her insecurities melt away as she swelled with pride for her grandmother.

The top photo showed Vicki's grandmother with a striking boy the same age as her. He fit the "tall, dark and handsome" stereotype very well. He also had a male version of the wavy fashionable hairstyle of the forties and wore his Slytherin uniform neatly. His eyes contrasted with Vicki's grandmother's as they were dark, but were just as piercing. He was perhaps the most handsome boy Vicki had ever seen, another thing that cheered her up as this boy made Roger Davies, her handsome ex-boyfriend look like an unkempt tramp in comparison. Vicki's grandmother was posing with the boy, both of them looking serious as they were leaning against each other, every now and again the boy she was posing with would brush his arm against her grandmother's body. They looked like the most beautiful couple in existence, and were posing in a serious manner to almost brag about this fact.

She recognised the person with her grandmother in the second photo. It was a much younger version of Newt Scamander. Vicki wouldn't have been able to pick his age. He looked like a young man, but she knew he was born in the late nineteenth century so he would have had to have been almost middle-aged by the time her grandmother was seventeen. His appearance was deceiving however, as he looked as if he were in his late twenties at the most. He was fairly good looking, in a much different way than the handsome boy in the other photo. His face was innocent and comforting. He almost looked familiar, but not like anyone Vicki knew. He reminded her of the sort of boy in school who was fairly unknown. The kind of boy who was quiet, but you still had a small crush on, however it was never strong enough to do anything about it. The posing of Newt and her grandmother was very different to the photo above. Vicki's grandmother was holding onto Newt tightly, and they were both smiling brightly, every now and again breaking into laughter. They looked happy, and it made Vicki smile.

The third and bottom photograph was very different. It took Vicki a while to work out who were the ones in the photo. It wasn't until she recognised the location of the photo when she finally realised what the photo was of. She saw a big group of people posing in the entrance hall of 12 Grimmauld Place next to the staircase. It made her laugh for a second as she remembered all the times her, Fred and George had decided to not use that exact staircase and apparate instead, causing occupants of the house to shriek in shock. Here was a photo of her grandmother fifty years earlier creating her own memories within that exact same house. Vicki had a trouble recognising anyone else in the photo, as she had never seen photos of her paternal grandmother's extended family before. She recognised her great grandmother towards the back of the photo as it was evident that was the only other Veela in the room. She also recognised a young Walburgha Black (Sirius' mother – Mrs Black) near the front of the photograph, more towards Victoria Black. This was due to the fact Vicki had seen this woman's portrait screaming all summer. Even in her youth she was pudgy and had a scowl permanently plastered on her face. She noticed Walburgha constantly sent dirty looks towards her cousin, Victoria and Vicki guessed it was due to Sirius' mother being jealous of her fairer cousin's good looks.

After studying the photos for a while she finally turned her attention to the front page. The top of the page said the same thing as the front cover – The Diary of Victoria Black and below it had a small summary of the diary's original purpose – A record of Tori's final year at Hogwarts. However below the original summary in black, Vicki noticed more writing in handsome emerald coloured ink. The below summary must have been written at a later date.

Beware of the boy with the charming smile and the bewitching eyes.

He'll lure you into his trap with his familiarity.

You'll be part of a bigger plan and played like a fool.

Over time you may come to realise this, but by then you'll find yourself craving the empty promises.

Run towards the one with the warm smile and the pure face.

For he may not be the one you're seeking but he will be the one to bring you salvation.

Vicki read the poem a few times. This was clearly the 'message' that Newt was talking about. Vicki braced herself and flipped the page, ready to read the story and analyse the text as closely as she could, in order to respect her late grandmother's wish and be ready to understand the information Victoria Black was trying to convey.