Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Well, anything you recognize from the HP books, that is. Valkyrie Leliam, and her life, parentage (Charli's Family), and story belong to.

Here's the sequel to 'The Funeral of Hearts."

SUMMARY: Valkyrie Leliam is the daughter of Charli Leliam, who had a very hard life and ended up committing suicide while in Azkaban. Now, Val must face trials of her own.

FYI: Although Sirius Black does die in the fifth book; I need him alive for this plot to work out. Let's just say Bellatrix Lestrange never pushed him or whatever beyond the veil, Ok? In my story, him dying never happened.

Introduction

I never really got a chance to know my mother, who was a woman condemned to be sent to Azkaban and was supposed to have the kiss preformed on her, but she slit her wrists, aka-committed suicide. I wish I could have known her, because she left me a letter before she was sent off to Azkaban, and it gave me so much hope. Hope that regretted dying because she left me alone in this world. I know she loved me, cared about me, with all her heart... I can feel in every bit of my heart and soul.

My father however, is not that much of a concern for me. For all I know, he doesn't realize that I exist at all. Which is by all means, absolutely fine with me since I do not care about my father in the least bit. My so-called 'father' is Sirius Black who escaped from Azkaban when I was fourteen, and has now been cleared of his crime.

I grew up at Hogwarts with my Uncle Leo, (Lionel Leliam) and my Uncle Al. (Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore) I call him that because when I was little, I couldn't say Albus. Hogwarts was awesome, and I got to know all the ghosts, and Peeves and I got along quite well really. As it turns out, the Bloody Baron isn't the only person he listens to! The professors were always nice to me, well all except Snape. Considering my mum got him out of more then one jam during school, he should be thankful, but obviously all he can see is my dad. I can't be too much like me dad, since everyone says I'm a living photocopy of my mother at my age. I'm Seventeen, but this year I shall be attending my sixth year at Hogwarts, which won't really be my sixth year there for schooling. For my magical schooling I attended two schools in America, both of which I have been expelled from. The first was called 'The Salem Witch Academy' located in Salem Massachusetts, and the other; 'The Montanian School For Magical America' which is conviently located in extremely rural Sugar Creek, Montana. But as I said, I have been expelled from them and now, rather sadly really, the other two American Magic Schools refuse to accept me so I am being forced by my uncles and my aunt to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

But where the real story begins, is not at Hogwarts, but my summer home in Cornwall, England that has been in my family for absolute centuries. It starts with my uncle deciding that he wants to join Uncle Al's dinky fight-lord-voldemort-and-deatheaters-order, making us have to move to some weirdo place in the heart of London. What kind of person puts the headquarters for a secret order in the heart of the capital city of the country of England? My crazy surrogate father, of course! That is so like him... 'The only place to hide is in plain sight' shit or whatever. Emphasis on whatever, people! Anyhow, I better get started or I'll have you snoring your head off to the moon and back.

Let The Fun Begin!!!