A/N: I'm making a protest here! I have posted two chapters of this story: After posting each chapter the site has conveaniantly broken down. It doesn't do that when I post anyother stories, just this one. It could be an omen. Telling me to stop trying to post it but anyway, please review and here is chapter three.
Disclaimer: I own Matthew Paulen and anything else that ends up being original. Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J. K. Rowling.
Chapter Three: Of The Soon-To-Be-Dead Or Day One Howler
Wednesday 1st September
Dear diary,
I am writing this while everyone else is asleep in my dormitory. I don't want to be at Hogwarts anymore. I want to be in Slytherin where I'm supposed to be. Not here, being here is wrong. My family aren't low-life Mudblood lovers as my farther reminded me ever-so-carmly in the howler he sent me. Luckily, none of the other students heard it, I listened to it in the bathroom so that noone would know that I had got it.
Yes, he had found out that soon, almost straight after my compleatly messed up sorting. Snape had told him. Severus Snape, my sworn enemy, he is unaccepted by my farther. His uncle is a deatheater but his parents aren't and my farther considers that he is not a real deatheater and never will be for that reason and that has lead to a lot of tension between our famalies. Not that Snape minded telling on me, it meant that he had a chance to do the thing he enjoyed most... Squeal on me and rise above me in the rankings.
There are not actual rankings, there are none written down that say... Blah is the best Deatheater and blah is at number nineteen and so forth but it is evident that there is some sort of ranking procedure. One which all Deatheaters want to climb. If you climb up the rankings then there is a much less chance of being killed by the Dark Lord.
I thought that I was going to be killed today. My parents didn't hesitate in taking me to see Lord Voldemort. They told me that he would already know that I had been sorted into Gryffindor and that they couldn't stand up for me if he decided that death or torture was my fate.
He didn't. He let me live on one condition: That I become an inside spy for him at Hogwarts. He didn't have any other spys in Gryffindor but he warned me that I was a Deatheater and that I would always be one and that I wasn't going to be able to quit to the other side and then he told me to leave without even torturing me.
I wasn't going to argue. I was just happy to be alive.
I felt weird though, there was something making me feel guilty but I couldn't work out what it was.
Looking round at my new room-mates, the ones that I had to betrey I felt guilty again. There were four of them, the two from the train, the one from the boat and another one named Matthew Paulen.
Anyway, I should probably get some sleep now, write to you soon.
P. Pettigrew
A/N: Please review.