Syria Malfoy lives a completely normal life- until the day of her 15th birthday when a beautiful locket is given to her by her father. Now, she's witnessing memories that aren't her own. Who do these memories belong to and why is she able to view them? Why isn't she completely happy with her next to perfect life? And why does being a teenager have to be so hard?
**Sadly, any resemblance to J.K Rowling's characters/world is purely on purpose. Mostly because I wasn't smart enough to think up this beautiful idea called "Harry Potter." Also the quote in first paragraph, said by Dumbledore is property of JKR.
Special thanks goes out to my Beta readers, stubbornly_appeared and voldy_mort for being crazily awesome. You guys really made my story a million times better! (No exaggeration!)