And now, afew weeks later, summer is here. Tomorrow is the day I embark on the Hogwarts Express. And as I sit writing this in the Ravenclaw's common room, I tell you of my choices, right and wrong.
Today, I made a choice. Where I thought I had no choice, I decided to create one. I had been thinking since that terrible night where everything went wrong,and tonight, I choose.
I should say I chose, because I am not going back.
Voldemort will not get it. I won't even try to find it and destroy it, because that plan has too many flaws. Without me, it cannot be found. I have burned my notes, erased all trace of my research.
So I'll just leave it there, where it has been for centuries, and I leave this account of my life as a prayer that no one look for it again.
And I'll face Voldemort. I'll tell him I won't do it. And he'll torture me. And then, once he gives up─ as I shan't─, he'll kill me. And I'll accept it as the best way out. But let's not dwell on such thoughts.
I write this as a warning.
I write this for all the knowledge it brings and for all the knowledge that remains safely forgotten.
I write this so that you may know me and my mistakes, and in the hope that you shall learn from it.
I write this for you, 'Lette, and for you, Indigue, so that you remember that annoying little sister that always, always, admired you.
I write this for you, Mi, and you, Tom, and hope that you forgive me for not being there when you needed my full support. I wish you both happiness.
I write this for you, G, and you, Blackie, in the hope that you'll think of me as you prank yet another poor unsuspecting first year─ without me lecturing you, this time.
I write this for you, Sirius Black, my Chaos, my Sky. So that you won't forget me and my stupidity. I love you, and I pray that, wherever I end up, I won't forget the wonderful moments we spent together.
May your lives be full of joy and devoid of regrets.