Dear, Dear Diary

 
— Thoughts —
' Diary Entries '
Dear, Dear Diary,

I wanna tell my secrets,

'Cause you're the only one,

That I know will keep them.

Dear, Dear Diary,

I wanna tell my secrets,

I know you'll keep them,

So this is what I've done.

'Dear Diary' by Pink

'Dear Thought book,

Dear Journal,

Dear Compendium of my thoughts,'

Lily scratched out another starting line. — Hang on — Lily thought.

June 15

'Dear Whomever reads this.

You are a sad person. Someone who can pick up a book like this, not return it to the owner, and read it is a pathetic excuse for a human being.

If you decide to read this, woe on you, I hope you die a painful death in shame. In some of the next pages, your heart, if you have one, will break from the pain of simply reading this. Guess what. I… Lived it.

Lilyaryn Anne Evans.'

August 14

'Dear Diary,

I remember the day my life ended. In the summer holidays before my fifth year at Hogwarts, Voldemort killed all of my family. All, that is, except me. I lived, but only because I was not there at the time.

Me and my Collie, Prince, were walking down the road, heading towards my house, when Voldemort shot the Dark Mark into the sky above my house.

Seeing the small white flashes that symbolized Apparation, I began to run.

My house was on fire, falling to bits, and cloaked with a smoky, white, hazy cloud.

I ran into the house, searching. Searching for the family that no longer lived.

Mere seconds before my house collapsed, a Ministry official apparated me out, despite my kicking and carrying on.

I had kept on searching. Even after I found my mum dead, lying in the kitchen. Even after I found Dad, and little baby Rose, only two and a half, still warm, but dead in the garden. Dad musta been holding her and running. He had hit the ground running, dead. Even after I found Petunia in her room, dressed for a party. She burst into flames moments after I found her.

I even kept on searching after I found Bo, our white cat, her body twisted and charred by flames. I just… kept on searching. Even though I knew all of my immediate family was dead. I just kept on looking.

Now the only things I have are the clothes I wore, Prince, a silver framed photo of my family, including Bo and Prince, a locket and my Gringotts key.

I had been wearing the key and locket at the time and I was holding the photo when I was Apparated out…'

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             Dark Arts Faerie.