In the outskirts of London on a busy yet run down street a man in a black trench coat was walking. The man was not seen by any of the passing people walking along the street. If anyone had seen him they would have immediately pegged him for a wizard if they knew that such a world existed. He wore a badge with the symbol for the Ministry of Magic on it. He was a proper and refined gentleman who looked to be in his mid-40s and has a gentle demeanor.

The man's name was Alexander Volcov. He had transferred from the Ministry of Magic in Germany to the London Ministry 12 years ago and he was completely use to the rain that poured down on him. He was only protected by a small black umbrella as the rain beat down from the never ending storm that had plagued London for a week now. He was at least thankful that there was no thunder or lightning present.

As he stopped in front of a old building that had been renovated into forming 3 separate houses he checked the numbers and found that his destination was the house of the far left. It was a skinny house but three stories tall and the bricks that made up the walls looked old and ready to fall off.

Mr. Alexander Volcov would obviously much rather be at home or back at the office on such a day but he had an important assignment to do. It was not the first time he had gone to this little old alley on the streets of London. He was here to check up on one of the threats to the Ministry. Although this job was labeled dangerous he found no feelings of fear when in search of his client. Unlike the many ex Azkaban prisoners that were also considered threats and constantly required checking up on, this was a far easier task. His job was to monitor a young girl, only 11 years old at the moment, whose only crime was her bloodline. A bloodline that was extremely dangerous but yet the girl herself was to remain oblivious to the bad deeds her ancestors had done.

It all started a long time ago really. It was before the Marauders defeated Voldemort or as they called him, He Who Must Not Be Named. Back to a time when Voldemort was still known as Tom Riddle, the arrogant, manipulative, sadistic ex-student of Hogwarts. Turns out that before Voldemort was almost killed the first time he had a child with another wizard who later became a death eater after leaving the newborn child with her sister and brother-in-law. The young boy, although a child of Voldemort was not as powerful as his father and grew up unwanted by both his parents and he lived an almost undetected life. It wasn't even till his death did the Ministry even figure out he existed. The one thing he did leave behind though was a daughter and this daughter was a half-blood who was under the watch of the Ministry ever since she was a young adult. Her name was Bianca Serafino, since she took on the last name of her muggle husband. Bianca was kind woman, unlike her grandfather wizard and she possessed the magic of her ancestors but she was very untrained and sheltered from much of the world. She tried to live a normal life while being under the watch of the Ministry and trying to teach herself how to use her magic. She suffered greatly from depression and that started to clear up after she gave birth to a child of her own but it later came back. When her child was 5 years old Bianca passed away. No one really knows the cause of her death since her body was destroyed during a car crash as it was being transported to the morgue. Her child then became the next target for the Ministry but they dropped a lot of suspicion when they found out the child was born a muggle and not a wizard even though she was considered a half-blood due to having ¼ wizard ancestry. That meant that they would only check up on her every 4 years. No one at the time even thought to fear the young muggle great granddaughter of Voldemort. Her name was Violetta Marvolo Serafino.

When Mr. Volcov rang the doorbell he only had to wait a few seconds before the door was answered by a tall Italian man. He stood at the doorway and looked down at the man who only came up to his shoulder and after a few seconds he ushered him inside and out of the pouring rain. Mr. Serafino was a tall brooding man who might look intimidating at first but he was simply a quiet man who still mourned his late wife's death.

Mr. Serafino had recognized Mr. Volcov since he had been to the house 2 times before to check up on Violetta. Once when she was 8 and once when she was 4 years old, just after her mother's death. It had been one of Mr. Volcov's first assignments. The two men sat down in the small living room to the left of the enterance. The room was crowded and there were papers everywhere from Mr. Serafino's work. He was a journalist and he had always liked to know what went on around the world, including the wizard world. He was one of the few muggles who wrote for wizard papers and he covered mostly muggle issues.

"How are you doing Mr. Serafino?" Mr. Volcov asked.

"I am fine." Mr. Serafino gruffly said.

"And how is little Violetta?" Mr. Volcov asks again trying to stir up some conversation as he pulls out his pen and paper to record his report.

"She is fine I guess. She has been a lot quieter than usual. In fact she never really speaks at all." Mr. Serafino sighs.

found that statement really ironic coming from such a quiet and stoic man such as Mr. Serafino. He recalled his last couple visits to the Serafino household and he had noted that neither the father nor the daughter seemed to talk much. Then again he had only met them after Mrs. Bianca's unusual death and he imagined that would be very traumatic to the family.

"I see. Has she shown any signs of being a wizard yet?" Mr. Volcov continues.

"No. The magic items my wife left behind do not even respond to her at all. But…" Mr. Serafino trails off looking like he was deep in thought.

"Yes?" Mr. volcov asks with curiosity. He had hoped this routine visit might show some significant results to prove to himself that this was not a waste of time.

"Nevermind. It was probably nothing." Mr. Serafino sighs.

Mr. Volcov lets out a dejected sigh and he watched as Mr. Serafino gets up and motions him to follow.

"Here. Let me take you to talk to Viola. You will see for yourself."

He followed Mr. Serafino up the stairs to the third floor and into a room at the end of a short hallway. Mr. Serafino opened the door and allowed him to go inside. Mr. Volcov walked inside the room and the door shut behind him. He noticed that had not followed him in.

As he turned around he saw a young girl sitting on a small twin bed with white sheets and a book in her hands. The cover of the book had no title and the girl did not have her eyes on the book but instead she stared out the window. She had not even turned her head to acknowledge the man who had just walked into her room.

The girl, Violetta, was a skinny and petite young girl with pale ivory skin and dark deep blue eyes. Her hair was long and it reached her elbows in honey blonde waves. She looked somewhat fragile in the sunlight that peaked though the curtain since it was the only light in the room. She seemed to bear no resemblance to her great grandfather but Mr. Volcov certainly knew that looks could be deceiving.

He slowely approached the young 11 year old girl and gave her a smile that he used on his own 3 year old daughter, Zanna. She slowely turned away from whatever dream world her mind had been in and she looked straight at Mr. Volcov with eyes that seemed to be watching his every move. He held his smile and held out dis hand to her.

"Hello Miss Violetta."