Dear Kitty, Monday, June 24th 1996

I do not believe I am doing this. I am writing this. But I am. And if I am ever caught I will be in so much trouble.

I think the first thing to explain is who I am and who you are. I am Ambyr. I guess to you that name means nothing. But to a lot of others, it means something. My full name is Ambyr Xanthippe Riddle Hardwood, and I am evil.

I did not choose to be evil. My path was laid before me, before I was even born. My father is Joseph Hardwood and he is heir to the throne of evil.

My father was named heir to Voldemort before I was born. Which means if everything goes according to Voldemort's plan, and if he ever dies and my father dies then I will descend to the throne of evil. Or if my father dies before Voldemort does, I will be the heir. But I doubt that Voldemort will die naturally. So I don't think I ever will go to the throne, which pleases me for I do not want to be evil.

And that is why this diary cannot be discovered. It would get me killed if anyone found out my true thoughts. This comes to who you are. You are my confidante. You are the only one who will ever know I don't want to be evil. But I must be evil. For I am a Death Eater's daughter. I am the heir's daughter.

I am named Ambyr after Amber Joanne Hardwood-my father's mother who also was evil before she was killed. I am named Xanthippe after my mother. And Voldemort, though he hated his Muggle name before he changed it, told my father to add Riddle to show who I am. Second in line to the throne.

I can't write anymore now. I'll write some more after dinner.

Later

Dinner is always boring. At least for me. At the table is mother-hardly ever father for he's always with Voldemort. Besides mother, there are a few other female Death Eaters. Some are beautiful in a deadly way like mother. Or some are ugly as dirt, like Mayna. Mayna Bulstrode looks like a pug dog. Exactly like a pug doll. Maybe next time I will be around her I should offer her a biscuit.

See this is why I hate being evil. If I said that to anyone-and I mean ANYONE-I would of gotten punished. We evil people can't have any fun. Well, not fun how I see fun should be. For them fun is killing and torturing Muggles. But how is murder fun? I'm probably the only Death Eater who doesn't think killing and torturing Muggles is fun. It's horrible.

My companion, my supposed 'friend', is Flora. She's one of those deadly beautiful ones. She is tall and slender, with curly blonde hair surrounded her smooth, pale face. Her pale blue eyes glitter like jewels and she more often then not has a look of boredom on her face. Like she's above everything she has to do.

Sometimes I feel like we live in the medieval times only the Muggle-Wizard roles are reversed. Voldemort is the king who wants all Muggles dead. My father is a brother or nephew or something. And I am his daughter. Flora is my lady-in-waiting. For I am allowed to boss her around. In fact, people LOVE it when I boss them around for it shows I'm nasty.

Another reason this reminds me of older times is because a lot of times the parents get to decide who their child marries. I guess just to make absolute sure they marry someone evil. And another reason is no electricity. All candles and torches.

It's so hard to believe I live in 1996 instead of 1596. Or even 1396. Well I better go before someone barges in and finds out what I'm writing.