Dear Journal (I refuse to call this a diary!)
It has been two weeks since Diggory died, and still the only people who truly believe in my innocence are the Slytherins and Hermione. I was shocked when Malfoy said that he believed me, turns out they have noticed how snake like me and Mione can be, he let me know that I had the dark lord behind me as long as I didn't stand in his way. I agreed, after all what has the wizarding world done for me. But I asked that the muggle borns be spared, and sent him evidence that it was the Inter breeding done by purebloods that cause magical supplies in the blood stream to be depleted.
Not even Ron believes me, there goes best mates. Mione and I don't have anything left for us here, we found a poison that is slow acting and takes two days to kill you, and when you do die it's like falling asleep. We are now in the Chamber of Secrets, Mione's writing in her diary as well.
If we're going to die we might as well make sure our bodies lay to rest in a place that none can enter unless they possess the gift of parseltongue and thanks to some blood magic and some strong wards (kindly provided by Luna Lovegood, who kindly created them to become impenetrable. Mione's made it so that only those who are our direct descendants can enter, this way no one will disturb us in our peaceful sleep. However we plan to return as ghosts, our portraits were only painted yesterday, and they now reside in Potter manor that now belongs to the Lovegoods.
Goodbye
Harry Potter
