A Most Unusual Journey
A/N:I decided to post this story... I know the idea might be a little stupid but give it a try... Please R&R!
Disclaimer: This will be my Disclaimer for the whole story. I own only the characters that you do not recognize (eg Cassandra) and the plot. Nothing more and nothing less!
Prologue
There are two kinds of Death. The physical, when you die, your body stops functioning, like a machine that breaks down.
And the emotional, which pretty much resembles the Dementor's kiss. You continue to live, work, fight and serve but you are hollow inside. You feel nothing, think of nothing, and love nothing.
Unfortunately for me, Lily Evans, I died the second way. What I ever had was taken away from me. Sorrow overcame me. However every cloud has a silver lining. And my cloud's lining is the memories.
I sit beside my desk, writing all of my memories for 3 reasons.
The first is so that I will never forget what happened at that year, so that I will always have a part of them (Tom and Cassandra) in me even if I lose the last part of Lily Evans that is left in my body.
The second is so that I can survive. So that I can survive this deadly wound that's eating into my soul, into my being. They say that if a trouble shared is a trouble halved and I need to reduce the pain.
Finally, people die all the time. What is left of them? Nothing! I won't let that happen to me! I will survive! And the only way for a human to survive is in the memory of the others. That's why I will leave this diary. So that whoever reads it will learn about Lily Evans and remember her Cassandra Trelawny, and the others mentioned in the story in a corner of their minds. They will learn that there was once a good side in what will later become the monster that everybody hates; Tom Riddle or Lord Voldemort… and that it was not born, but created… this is my biggest sin… I created a monster…