Minerva's Journal
November 1st 1981
Last night two of my favorite students died. Lord Voldemort himself killed Lily Evans and James Potter. I had them both in my house when they were students at Hogwarts. Lily was exceptionally bright. It was the most devastating night. A miracle, though, is the one survivor, the boy who lived, as I believe everyone is now calling him. Their son, Harry Potter, who was all but one year old, survived the killing curse. Voldemort has disappeared, and the boy is well, safe, at his aunt and uncle's house. It is a true mystery as to how all this happened, for not even Dumbledore has the faintest idea as to what happened.
I spent most of my day as a cat observing the family in which Harry Potter was going to live. They are truly horrid. Why Dumbledore is sending Harry to live with these people, I haven't the faintest idea. I saw them congratulating their son on throwing tantrums, Mrs. Dursley spying on the neighbors, and just being horrid.
Later Dumbledore appeared and used his putter-outer (an amazing invention of his) to dim the streetlights. I then transformed into my human form after Dumbledore recognized me. He had trusted Hagrid to deliver the Potter boy. When Dumbledore saw me, he asked why I was not celebrating with the other people, but how could I celebrate on such a night? Sure, the Dark Lord* is gone, but so are two fine people!
Hagrid arrived a few minutes later carrying Harry who was sleeping. He arrived on a giant flying motorcycle, which he said Sirius Black had given him. Hagrid wept when it was time to leave Harry.
I returned to Hogwarts tonight, all the students were celebrating quite wildly. At least there's peace at last.
*Dumbledore recently hired Severus Snape, a "former" Death Eater and it was an accident that I called he who must not be named "The Dark Lord" again I do not get Dumbledore's reasoning, but Dumbledore trusts him and Dumbledore's judgment is really, quite good.