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July 12th
It is now two months since I wrote my assignment for Divination, I have decided to keep a diary, I know not how long this will last but I am determined to see it through as long as I can.
Tension mounts everyday since Professor Dumbledore's death. I was not particularly close to our former headmaster but I had a certain sense of awe for him, as do all who have known him. The battle at Hogwarts, as it is being dubbed by many students, was a clash of houses to say the very least.
I do not have an allegiance to the death eaters, nor to the Order of the Phoenix, so even though many of my house were itching to join the battle I stayed at the back of the common rooms faking terror. I don't really know why my house are portrayed as evil, Voldemort may be, I don't know, but my house are certainly not. Even if the idea of a pureblood society is 'evil' it is not the fault of the people who have been indoctrinated into it their entire lives.
Take Pansy Parkinson for example, her parents have always taught her that anyone not of pureblood status is subhuman. I have been led to believe that these parents of hers are not people who you could argue with, so is she really to blame?
I, on the other hand, can be blamed for my actions. Never have I been indoctrinated into this pureblood mania, yet sometimes I start to believe it. Perhaps a pureblood society would be best, the more time I spend poring over books the more I start to believe I, and all other muggleborns, are just thieves of magic, there is no real magical blood running through our veins and we should not have it.
Which brings me onto the subject of death. I am not scared of death, more of the time I shall miss on this earth, but my death is seeming more inevitable by the day. Voldemort's grip on the world spreads by the day, death eaters are at large, there are more deaths everyday and the world seems to be tensing itself, ready for the war that will certainly ensue. I am not sure of how long being a Slytherin can protect me, there is only a certain amount of time before somebody, of the Ministry probably, is commissioned to destroy all mudbloods. Lock us up most probably, snap our wands and leave us in broken pieces for the dementors to hide away.
I have considered hiding away, I have considered giving myself up, what is the real purpose in waiting for those people to come and collect me? At the most I will have a few more months. I think that I will just wait though, I have never been dubbed as unintelligent and perhaps the Order of the Phoenix will win quickly, perhaps they will defeat Voldemort before he has the chance to destroy us all, perhaps not. We will see.
Personally I have always been a pessimist, I am almost positive that the Order of the Phoenix will fail, and who will be left but those who have shown their allegiance to Voldemort? Those of pureblood of course, halfbloods are needed but they will not be preferred, but I will be dead so is there much reason to think of these things?
As I sit here writing these the train to Hogwarts draws nearer and I must bid farewell to you dear diary, I will try to write when I get home, but inevitably I will forget. If this is my last entry, God speed this passage to the journals of history.
Kassandra O'Riley.
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