"I'm Hermione Granger, and you might be?"

"Victoria Valentine, but all my friends call me Vikki.''

"Nice to meet you Victoria." Hermione said roughly.

"Do you have a problem with me?" Vikki asked threatened

."No, it's just that I don't think that you should be pulled up to our grade." Hermione answered back. Vikki and Hermione glared at each other for about a good five minutes. The compartment door flew open.

"Look who it is Potty, the Weasel and the Mudblood," Said the drawling voice of Draco Malfoy. Vincent Crabbe and Greggory Goyle were laughing stupidly behind him.

Malfoy cocked his head in the direction of Vikki and his eyes widened. "Vikki? What the heck are you doing here?''Malfoy asked.

"What does it look like? Dumbledore asked me to come back." Vikki replied.

"What are you doing hanging with these goodie goodies? They'll ruin you're reputation! Come on you coming with me." Malfoy grabbed Vikki's hand and tried to pull her out of the compartment.

"Wait a sec! You know Malfoy?!" Exclaimed Ron.

"Yes I do." answered Vikki.

"How?" Hermione asked.

"Well it is a long story we practicly grew up with each other... " said Vikki, she turned back to Malfoy. "You can't make my decisions for me.'' said Vikki.

"Fine be that way--but you're coming with me."

"Draco, don't make me do anything you'll regret and I will too," Vikki warned. She had a tense look on her face.

"You know what I don't remember. Why don't you refresh my memory?" Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had smug looks on their face's.

Vikki sighed and stared at Malfoy, blankly.

"So are you going to hit me or what?" Malfoy asked Vikki.

Malfoy lifted off the ground and flew back and out of the comparment. Crabbe and Goyle gave Vikki a look of fear; Vikki glanced at them and they ran out of the compartment.

Malfoy looked dazed. "How'd you do that?" he asked.

"Do you really want to find out?" Vikki asked, with a smirk. Malfoy scowled and quickly retreated to his own compartment as well.

"That was brilliant!" Ron exclaimed.

"Oh stop it, Ron. She could get in really big trouble for doing that to a Prefect! As me being one, I should give her a detention! But since I have no idea what house she's in, well, she's lucky," snapped Hermione.

"Oh shove it, you little worm," mumbled Vikki, underneath her breath. Ron snorted and Harry smiled.

The train finally stopped and they were finally where they wanted to be all summer. They all have to await a whole new year of torment and excitement Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Hiya 'arry, Hermione, Ron!" Shouted Hagrid, over the bustling and scrambling first years. "Holy cricket! Vikki!"

"Hagrid! It's good to see you it really is! I missed you so much!" Vikki gave Hagrid some what of a hug.

"Hey listen, I'll be takin' ya on one of the boats. Yah have ter get sorted again yer might have changed over the years, yah know."

"Okay...'' Vikki said nervously.

Harry, Hermione and Ron went along towards the carriages while Vikki followed Hagrid to the boats.

"Hagrid, do you like my hair?" Vikki asked, a bit concerned.

"Well of course I do! I think you should move yer bangs a bit. So we can see those eyes of yers. You have yer father's eyes,"

"That's what everyone says,"said Vikki, looking out at the dark water. She parted her bangs to the side and looked over at Hagrid. "Hows that?"

"Erm..." Hagrid, looked unsure.

"What? Do I look that bad without them?" Vikki asked. "Mum's told me to keep my hair this way ever since the accident. She thought it looked better that way... I always wondered why..." Vikki started to mess around with it.

"I wouldn't do that if I were ya." Hagrid said. "Mum's do things for a reason believe it was a good one." Hagrid replied as they landed.Vikki had a suspicious look on her face.

As they arrived in the the Great Hall the first year sorting ceremony had just finished. They started the feast when Hagrid and Vikki had arrived. Dumbledore had raised a spoon and gently tapped his goblet.

"May I have your attention please? I would like to annouce the return of Victoria Valentine,"

The hall filled with cheers and applause-- well the people that knew her did anyway. She walked up to the staff table where Dumbledore greeted her and led her to a mirror.

"Doesn't that look like the Mirror of Erised?" Harry asked Ron.

Ron nodded. "It does..." He said.

The entire hall was silent. They stared at her and Dumbledore. Vikki looked into the mirror. She shook her head frantically and she just stood there in silence and a look of fear and shock in her face.

"Now do you understand what really happened that night?'' Dumbledore asked, in a low tone. Everyone heard him since the hall was silent.

"Yes-- Yes I do." She answered. Mutters errupted throughout the hall. Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged awkward looks.

"And now it is time for Miss Valentine, to be sorted again! " McGonagall announced.

Vikki walked up to the sorting hat with a nervous look on her face. She sighed as the hat was placed on her head. Harry looked around the hall, and then looked back at Vikki, who seemed to be fighting with the hat. It reminded him how he felt the first time he had tried the hat on. Suddenly the hat yelled: "GRYFFINDOR!"

Vikki was delighted to be in Gryffindor, but after what she saw in the mirror.. it obviously shocked her and she couldn't get it out of her head. During the rest of the feast, she barely talked to anyone. She tried to assure everyone she was all right but no one bought that story.

When they had finally arrived to the Gryffindor Common Room, they all settled themselves on the couch and started talking about classes tomorrow and things to expect this year. Suddenly Harry glanced over at Vikki. His curiousity got the better of him and he just had to ask.

"Vikki, what exactly did you see in the mirror?" Harry asked.

"Well, the mirror was enchanted to possibly show the future and the truth that is hidden from you." Vikki explianed.

"Um... no it isn't." said Harry.

"Are you referring to the Mirror of Erised? Because if you are, it's a different mirror. The mirror of Deciet. " said Vikki.

"Oh. I was talking about that mirror.. " said Harry.

"So, what did you see?" Ron asked.

"Well, it was me and Harry standing... somewhere.... and well, I was able to see his scar-- He looked at me, we both nodded and I flipped my hair and--" Vikki paused.

"What?" Harry and Hermione asked similtanously.

"There was a scar similar to Harry's on my forehead.... "

"Oh, my!" Hermione gasped.

"Well is there really one there?" Vikki moved her bangs to indeed have a scar. A lighting bolt shaped scar with two dot's where the opening's lie.

Harry looked at her in shock, almost disbelief. "How did you get that?" Harry asked, almost out of breath.

"Well," Vikki started. "it started exactly two years ago, at night..."

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"I was home schooled; it was the begining of my fourth year. My best friend Clara Clarke; She wasn't exactly a proper witch more of a squib--Anway, I was finishing my homework when we heard our parent's yelling and screaming. We looked at each other and then the door flew open and two men in black robes came in one was short and stubby, the other was... well, I couldn't exactly tell. Anyway he told the scrawny man to kill Clara. He took out his wand and I heard our parents screaming: 'No! Please take us not the girls no!'

'Do what I tell you kill the girl on the right.' The cloaked man said. Lemme me tell you, his voice was deep and made you shiver. The short man had pointed his wand at her, and there were many screams including a bright green flash... And like that, my best friend was gone. I didn't exactly know it but I lost her forever. Clara's parent's ran downstairs. I remember hearing my Mum's calls for me and the cloaked man took out his wand.

'I want to kill this one and gain the powers she posses.' He pointed his wand at me I saw my Dad try to hold my Mum back. Then I heard him chant something I thought I should try and use magic. But all that I was able to do was block it I put my arms over my face and--

BOOM!

It hit me and there it was, the bright green flash. I heard another scream but it wasn't my parent's and it wasn't Clara's either. No. It was a deep voice the voice of that man. The voiceand painful scream of Lord Voldemort himself. With that, I felt a burning pain on my forehead like a scorching cut and then I fainted. The next morning I awoke I tried to wake Clara up not knowing that she was dead. I gave up I picked her up and I dragged her out of my tornado hit room. I spotted my parent's my family and Clara's family. They all looked up at me in shock. They thought we were both dead, I suppose. They all stared at me apparently there was something wrong they all covered their mouths. My mum had pretty much healed all the bruises I had gotten and all that, and for some reason, she made he partial to the bangs... I think what she might have done was put a spell so I wouldn't notice it to be there, Heck, I really don't know how I got it either, well, why I got it... My puny magic couldn't have prevented me from death! But anyway, I never bothered to check or ask her I just knew not to... Because I would eventually find out and I did. So that's it really. That's how I got my scar." said Vikki, she had been looking down at the floor, and she just returned her vison to Ron, Harry and Hermione.

"Wow, I think that's amazing!" Ron finally spoke after all that shock.

"That was sad." said Hermione said.

"I'm not the only one. Someone who understands what I'm going through." said Harry in awe. That's what seemed so familiar about her... He and her had something in common. They both faced the Dark Lord. And they both survived...

A/N: Sorry, it's so short, but... Well, you'll get more, don't worry...