Prologue
Where I grew up would scare most sane witches and wizards to death. Azkaban isn't as bad as most people think… unless of course you are a prisoner, well then it's hell. I'm Victoria Black. I have to use the surname of my godfather, Sirius Black. Supposedly he is a mass murderer and a death eater. Only I know different. My parents were murdered by an evil wizard named Voldemort. My dear mother died trying to protect my twin brother. In the end both my brother and I ended up with scars. I with a long lightning bolt shape from the bottom of my earlobe down to my shoulder. My brother with a lightning bolt clearly marked on his forehead. We were separated after that. My brother went with my mother's horrible sister and her husband, I was given to my godfather. He keeps telling me I was the cutest thing he ever saw, that is until the dementors come.