April 5th

I haven't written lately. I've been busy. I've been at death-eater meetings. The first one I went to, my arm was tatooed, it was the most painful thing I've experienced in my life. My identity is no longer my own, and I can't turn back from what I've chosen. I'm leaving the school tomorrow, but I'll leave this diary. If I'm lucky I'll be caught before I destroy myself and all my friends.

This is the end. Dean