Prologue

Hermione Granger was walking through the Potter's destroyed home. It was December 14th, 1999. It had been two years since Harry killed Voldemort and he finally felt strong enough to go back to his parents' old home and collect anything that was not destroyed yet, since no one else ever went into the house, other than to move the bodies of course.

She was in the library, or at least what was left of the library, and was looking at the pictures along the walls and along the mantle over the fireplace. There were many of James, Lily, Harry, and Peter, Harry's godfather, as teenagers. (A/N: I know Peter wasn't really his godfather, but in this story he didn't betray the Potters) But there were also ones with another couple of people; a beautiful, but pale, brunette girl, a handsome, but pale, black haired boy, and another handsome, slightly more tanned, brunette boy.

They were smiling and laughing together. The black haired boy kept wrapping his arms around the girl and kissing her on her cheek or lips. She would grin and kiss him back. The brunette boy would look at them and roll his eyes, good-naturedly, along with James, Lily, and Peter. They all looked so happy, but Hermione wondered who they were. No one ever mentioned them, and she definitely had never met them; she would remember faces as breathtaking as their's.

She picked one up and examined it more closely. There looked to be writing on the back. She could see the imprint of letters through the old picture. She carefully removed the picture from its confinement in the frame and read the writing on the back. It was elegant script, obviously a girl's. It read:

'11-26-76

Lily,

This is my favorite picture we've ever taken, Amy did an amazing job! You look so cute with James. I can't believe it's already 7th year. I'm gonna miss you after we graduate. I just wanted to let you know that you are the one of the best girl friends I have ever had. I don't mean to get all sentimental and crap on you but I had to at least say something. Siri and I don't know how much longer we'll be here, you never know what might happen back home. I just want to let you know you are amazing and I love you Lils!

-Mia.'

Hermione, by the end of the brief but touching letter, had tears in her eyes. Wonder what happened to her? She thought. Mia must be the girl, Siri, the black haired boy, but who is the third person?

She set the picture back upon the shelf and went to the bookshelf next to the fireplace. There were many thick volumes decorating the ceiling to floor shelves, many skinny ones too. The one that caught Hermione's eye though was a small green and silver stripped book. Slytherin? She asked herself. Curiously, she picked up the small book. It had a lock on the front, with small silver letters across the bottom spelling out Milena Black.

"Must be Mia's diary." She mused quietly to herself. "Wonder why Lily has it?" She tried the lock. Surprisingly, it popped open. On the first page it said:

'This diary is property of Milena Black.'

She turned the well preserved page. Then read:

'Lily, I gave you a copy of my diary so you could learn all about me. While I was here, I didn't tell you some things. Not that I didn't trust you, of course I did, it's just I couldn't. Remus knows; but he figured it out by himself. Sorry, hope you'll forgive me if we meet again some day. Read what I wrote and hopefully you'll understand. I love you Lily, forgive me!

-Mia.'

Wonder what happened? It can't hurt to read just a little, right?

Carefully, she turned the page of the diary, to find out just who Mia Black was or is...

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