A Word from the Author: The following fan fiction is based on jediclonecowgirl's project row of the diaries of Sally Amanda Joker and official ideas of the author. Some of the parts of the diaries will show up in this slightly changed or will follow up in an added project, that will have a connection to this one, but this project will not use the same language, as in Sally's diary to express her feelings. The following story contains realistic depictions of torture, including whipping and burning. Reader discretion is advised…

Hello everyone, it's jediclonecowgirl and I probably should stop talking the way I did just before, because I am getting on my own nerves at the moment…well…it probably summed everything up though…so have fun, with how it all started.

For some reason everyone, who passed by the old mansion on the outskirts of Appleby, called it the witch's house. Little did those people know, that the members of the family in the house, which the family called Joker Manor, were almost all wizards and witches. Amanda Joker was a proud mother and wife. She came from a family full of wizards and witches. In the wizarding world they were commonly referred to as purebloods. Amanda's family did not make a really big deal out of it though. To them it never mattered, if a wizard or witch came from a pure-blooded family, or had muggle parents, as non-magical people were called in the wizarding world, and they raised Amanda and her little sister Alyssa to think that way too. Alyssa was Amanda's little sister…Amanda was the organized and responsible one, while Alyssa was more reckless. The sisters couldn't be more different, but Amanda held her dear. Robert Joker was the only one, who wasn't a wizard. Amanda and her entire family had always believed in the fact, that marriage was about love and not about being a wizard or a muggle. He was a solider in the British army these days, but he was pretty okay with the fact, that his wife was magical and their children were likely to be too. Amanda and Robert had four children and in their eyes there had never been more perfect kids. Their eldest son was named Jack. He was nine years old. He had soon found out about his responsibilities of being the oldest and got it into his head, that he had to protect his three younger siblings from all harm of the world. Of course you usually couldn't take things this serious from a nine-year-old, but Jack really thought of it as a task, that he had. Then there were the twins Sally and Samantha Joker. Even though they were only one year old, they already seemed to understand each other perfectly. People might've thought, that there wasn't that much to understand, when you were one year old, but Sally and Samantha had always been extraordinary witches. The youngest son was Roland Joker. He was not even one year old. He of course didn't show any special interests or abilities yet. The thing about the siblings was, that they had all been born into a war. The darkest wizard of his time was on the height of his power, with large numbers of wizards and witches at his command. He was referred to as Lord Voldemort, but only by the brave people, which were mostly people, who were still resisting him. Voldemort and his followers believed in the purity of wizard blood and wanted wizards with muggle parents wiped off the face of the earth, as much as muggles. There were many other reasons for Voldemort's power-grab, but no wizard or witch really knew them all. Not even his closest followers. The Joker family was still resisting though, along with other families, like the Tonks family, the Wood family, or the Potter family. One evening, the Halloween evening of this year to make it clear, Alyssa had gone off to work and Robert was on a mission to Afghanistan, Amanada was watching her children. Jack was playing a clapping game with Sally, while Samantha played with a giant toy dragon. Roland had not woken up yet, but that wasn't unusual. With a sad smile Amanda eyed her kids. They looked so innocent. Opposite to that, the war and the worry about her husband was taking its toll on her. Suddenly she heared a knock at the door. She instinctively reached for her wand, which she kept always near.

"Jack, take your sisters upstairs!", she hissed to her nine-year-old son.

Normally boys this age would've asked questions about, what was going on, but Jack had gotten the message and picked Sally up in his arms and then reached down to pick up Samantha. The boy then skipped upstairs and locked himself up in the room of the youngest of the siblings with his sisters. Meanwhile Amanda moved to the door so quietly, that she couldn't hear her own steps. She barely managed to move her arm up, so she could open the door.

"Who's there?", she whispered.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt.", a deep and calming voice said.

Amanda managed to open the door and revealed a dark-skinned wizard. Amanda knew him through her sister, who was working with him at the Auror central at the ministry of magic.

"What do I owe this pleasure to?", Amanda asked and smiled at Kingsley.

Amanda saw, that he had come bearing good news, since he had the closest thing to a smile on his face, that could be called a smile, when you dealed with Kingsley.

"It's over….", Kingsley whispered.

"What?", Amanda asked, not quite sure, what he meant.

"Alyssa already knows and she is on her way back. The war is over Amanda! Voldemort's gone!", Kingsley said.

Amanda didn't notice anything properly at the moment. She didn't notice how Jack was awkwardly walking down the stairs, with Sally and Samantha up in his arms. Didn't notice how fireworks were going off further away, because of a victory party and didn't notice how her youngest son was awoken by it and started crying. All she did was hug the taller wizard…the relief and happiness, that she got from the news spoke outta it.

"There are also some bad news, that I have to report Amanda…", Kingsley sighed sadly, as Amanda pulled away.

"What? Did something happen to…", Amanda began, but Kingsley cut her off.

"I do not think, that this should be discussed in front of your children.", Kingsley almost whispered.

"I can stand this mom…I'm a big boy…and the twins are too young to even get all this.", Jack suddenly said, what was strange, because Jack had always been awkward around Kingsley.

"Fine young man, but first I'll have to take care of your brother.", Amanda said.

After taking care of Roland and getting the baby back to sleep, Amanda, Kingsley and Jack sat down on the couch of the big living room of Joker Manor near the fireplace. Sally and Samantha sat on the floor. So Kingsley spoke about everything he could sum up. How Voldemort went to the Potter family, apparently on the clue of James Potter's best friend Sirius Black, how they had captured him and sent him to the Wizard Prison of Azkaban, how the Potter's son Harry had survived the killing curse of Voldemort, with nobody to figure out why and how he was sent to live with his muggle relatives.

"At least he has someone left…", Jack whispered, but he kept his voice down so much, that Kingsley and Amanda didn't hear him. Amanda was crying quietly.

"Sorry Kingsley, but I knew James and Lily…James was always such a good listener…and Lily…she was so kind.", Amanda sobbed.

"Their son will be famous…every child in our world will know his name.", Kingsley whispered and then looked down at the twins.

A hush had even fallen over the infants. They were only sitting on the floor and staring into the fireplace, not even making a little sound.

"He will probably even start school at the same year as your daughters.", Kingsley added.

Amanda pretended not to have heared Kingsley. She was too shocked about James and Lily Potter. It seemed like only yesterday, they had spoken to each other and now from one day to the next they were supposed to be gone. Somehow around that time Amanda pushed the thoughts away though, because her sister began to host a victory celebration of her own, as soon as she got to Joker Manor. A few nights later, as Amanda had put her girls to bed, she looked down at them and thought about Kingsley's words and the story about the boy-who-lived. No wizard or witch, who stood in Voldemorts way had ever survived and now he hadn't managed to kill a small child, with no extraordinary magical talent? It didn't make much sense to her. She had always been the most sceptical person in the Joker family, but were those doubts she had actually rightful? Amanda pushed the thoughts away and leaned down to kiss her girls goodnight.

Ending Word: Well…this was the first chapter and the start of everything. Sounds sentimental I know, but hey…it's true isn't it? This will be a bigger project, already, because of the fact, that I will put every year in here from one to seven and every year will get a proper prologue and epilogue. Well…I hope, that you'll leave some reviews behind. Now all I have left to say is bye, bye and mischief managed.