"You've got to be kidding. He's calling himself Lord Voldemort now? Puh-lease. Talk about stupid."
"I know. I mean, I don't even see how he got into Slytherin. Everyone knows Salazar only liked pure-bloods."
"A disgrace if I ever saw one, Jennifer."
"Well, we've all seen one, Katy."
"Come on, Tom. Ignore them. They're stupid, ignorant, sissy little pure-blood bitches." Memory gave Jennifer, Katy, and Melissa evil glares before walking off with a disgruntled Tom at her side.
"Oh look, the three-breed and the almighty wierdo are going out."
"Fuck off, Brittana."
"Watch your tounge, Hellin. You're talking to the Head Boy."
"More like the Head Bitch."
"So then what does that make me, Memory?"
"Well naturally, you're Head Girl, Harmony."
"Indeed. Riddle."
"Hellin."
"Lovely, you both know each other. Anyway, Harmony."
"What?"
"Melrose, Black, and Morise."
"You've got to be shitting me. I can't take those three. Don't know how you manage to deal with them everyday without killing them."
"Oh believe me, it's hard."
Melissa Melrose, biggest bitch of the school. Oh wait, there was also Jennifer Black. Oh how she dispised Jennifer. But, of course, to forget their little friend Kathrine Morise was like forgetting how to open a locked door. James Brittana, where the hell was he? Oh right, he had taken what would be the sole remainder of the Hellin family once Mr. and Mrs. Hellin died and married her, and then produced four kids in three years. Yes, that would be where darling Prefect, Head Girl, Auror Harmony Hellin would be, off with her son-of-a-bitch husband James Brittana. This would stab him in the heart so fast he wouldn't be able to breath. His sister-in-law..dead, just after he and his wife had celebrated the birth of their third child, and had kept Harmony away from her as long as possible. Ha ha ha! If the shocked killed him, then good-riddance. She would see him in Hell, and be kicking his ass for all eternity. Well, at least until i he /i found it. Once he had it, she would be brought back. And then the greatest wizard of the age would have the greatest being of the age at his side.
Laughing silently, Memory loaded the gun with one silver bullet. Pulling the stake out from under her bed, she leaned against the foot of her bed, and smiled in the dark. No one would know. Her parents were away, they wouldn't return until tomorrow morning. Harmony was gone. It was too late to turn back now. Taking the gun, she aimed it at her head, and postioned the stake for her heart. Two seconds later, midnight, August 29th, 1947, Memory Hellin was dead. As the echo of the gun hung in enormous empty house, the Truth Diamond disappeared...for the next 54 years.