Dear Diary,
I cooked up another plan to kill Harry Potter. I thought this one was really cunning and evil, miles better than anything we had tried so far and sure-fire.
I sent Harry Potter a poisoned cake for Christmas. However, he seemed to have left it lying around because Crabbe and Goyle spotted it and ate it. Now they're both lying in the Hospital Wing with stomach upset and their fathers are giving me hell by complaining how I could have acted so irresponsibly.
P.S.: Wormtail's avoiding me which is rather depressing.