If you were to go into the dormitory in which 5th year Slytherins sleep and turn so that you faced the bed closest to the door, on the right, you would be looking at what seemed to be a normal bed. Nicely made, with personal touches around it such as pictures of family members she was still in touch with, posters of favourite bands and even a deadly-looking plant.

If you managed to get close enough to the plant without it biting you it would be obvious that it is a guard for it's pot stands upon a leather-bound book. To get to the book you must know how to freeze it, and don't think just any spell will work, for it's owner has put protective spells upon it so that only one in particular will work.

Getting your hands on the book isn't the last hurdle of getting into the diary, for it is protected by a spell which password protects the item. You can only open the book with that password.

If you managed to see the book, freeze the plant and guess the password then you would, at last, see the entries of one Flame Lestrange. The front of the book is beautifully engraved with the words 'Writings of Forever'.

When you open the book, the first page merely says:
'The first gift for a daughter I hope to create a long and lasting relationship, love you Flame

~your mum, Bellatrix'

Dare you delve any further?

Flame entered the dormitory and went through the usual proceedures of getting to her journal. So far unwritten in, she had decided that, at last, the time had come to use the book. Sure, the relationship her mother had wished for didn't work out, but it didn't matter anymore. Flame needed to let her feelings out more than ever before. Taking out a bottle of royal blue ink and her peacock feather quill, lieing on her bed and tiltting her head to one side, she began to write.

Writings of forever,

This is the first time I have ever used you and to be honest, the only time I've needed you. The problem is I don't know what to do anymore.

It's not a secret that I leapt at the chance to join the family, to feel secure within the ranks of the masses as I once did with the death eaters, but things are begining to change. When I first saw Harshing again it scared me, and the information he passed on was not the most welcome in the world.

How can it be? How can it be that he'd my father? I though for so long that Ralphodus was... Could it all be a lie? I know Harshing likes to play games, but to go this far... I don't know, it doesn't seem like him. To make matters worse, he reminded me of things I'd rather forget, things to turn me against the family and it seems to be working yet at the same time it isn't. At times I'm glad to be with the family, at others I hate it.

Then there's this power. I don't know how to control it, who to talk to about it, and where it even came from. I know Harshing's powerful and maybe, if he really is my father, it was in me all the time, but now it's trying to rule me. If I had some control it would be alright, but I'm not, and I don't know what to do. Should I speak to Harshing only to have him laugh in my face?

I'll be back, and when I am hopefully I'll have answers, got to go and see Harshing and Scone about something- not sure why he said 6 but, whatever,

Flame

Flame had returned from her meeting with Harshing and as she walked up the winding stairs to the girl's dormitories, it was obvious she was in a certain amount of distress. Pain was not ohysical for her, she enkoyed that, but mental. She didn't like to talk about her problems out loud though, and so she turned to her diary within seconds of entering the room.

Writings of forever,
I am back. My need for you grows every time I leave this room- things are mounting up more than I could believe, so it is useful to have someone to talk to. God knows I can't talk to other people about my problems, I take too much of my time making other people's worse.

Now, as I look upon how I have been in the past I feel bad. Before, I was not the one with many problems, just the ones that had been there my whole life, but now it is different.

Joining the family was a mistake- a mistake I can't put right- not if I want to live anymore at least. My talk with Harshing was illuminating. At first I just thought it was going to be another one of those 'you should no better' things, but it turned out to be much more interesting than that.

One thing you should know is that I'm not like the other family members- my relationship with the Grand went beyond that long ago. But now Harshing says Sentinus wants to get me pregnant, and to speed the process up so it lasts but a week. I can't go through with it- I'm a child myself, a child with problems that need to be dealt with, not that need adding to.

But I don't know what I can do. I'll go to Harshing when it happens, as I was told, and go from there. For now, however, sleep beckons, it's been a long day. I will update you tommorrow,

Flame

With that Flame returned the journal to it's place and left it where it was, waiting for her to once again return.

It had been a few days since Flame had last wrote to her journal and she felt it was time to update the world on her unfortunate life once more. One day perhaps this, like Harshing's, would be published, but she didn't think so. Still, you never know with a force like her.

Writings of Forever,
How can things get worse than this? It seems inpossible. I went to see the Grand a few days ago, and it turns out Harshing was right, he wants to turn me into a breeding machine. He could have at least checked this over with me, but no, this is the Grand, he's above that.

I can't describe how I feel now. He raped me and then we argued. I fell from my place in the family to disgrace. Was it the right thing to do? I wonder if it would have been easier to sign my life away to that, at least I wouldn't be so unsure of where I belong.

I saw Harshing yesterday for I went as he instructed me. He agrees it is time for me to try and escape the family but first he gave me a job, to plant doubt in the minds of family members. So I started straight away- I went to that damned 'house'.

While I was there I saw a guy called Liam. I've seen him around, in classes and stuff at school but never really spoke to him. It's funny, isn't it, how you can despise Gryffindors as a rule and then fall for one. I really like him, and he seems to like me. All I need to do is slip to that girlfriend of his that he's more interested in me and voila, he's mine.

I'll get back to you
Flame

Flame knew it had been a while since she had last wrote to her journal, and knew it was about time she updated it- plus, she had a lot on her mind.

Writings of forever,
The war was a sucess, for the most part. The family fell, and I was there in the thick of it. If only I had got hold of that wand, then I would have all the power I wanted at my command. I want it! I could have had it! But no, those stupid dementors take it instead. Never mind though, I'll just have to get it back. It shouldn't be too hard, just conjure a patronus and the dementors will flee. The wand will be mine.

On another note, I went to the house again earlier. It's wierd, seeing it completely destroyed. I didn't go to look around though, I've been feeling wierd and I thought I'd check their was nothing unwanted. The thing is, I can't exactly tell anyone of my fears, so I sunk to muggle levels. The news was bad, I was breaking down, then Liam came. I told him it was his, I couldn't help it- I know it isn't, but it feels better denying the truth. He told me he'd destroyed it and he hasn't! I don't know what to do, I don't want a child...

I'll write
Flame