Epilogue
This is a story which needs no epilogue. What happened to Tom Marvolo Riddle after this, everyone knows. He went on to become the most feared practitioner of Dark Magic the wizarding world has ever seen. He and his minions killed hundreds of people, magic and Muggle alike. And it all started with a girl he called Katie.
A part of Tom died that night too, but as Katie sensed, it had been dying for a long time. He never felt regret for any of those he killed, and she was no different. She had stood in his way, and now she was gone. It made no difference, the fact that she loved him, that she alone imagined good within him when there was truly none. It didn't reach his heart at all, how he had once loved her.
I found the particulars of this story in my sister's diary, some years later, when I was at Hogwarts. I don't know what my family and I would have done without the support of the people there who knew Tom, knew my sister, and knew what we were going through. I'll tell you, the pain never ebbs when you lose your best friend. It's been over fifty years now, and I still feel it fresh as if it were last week. To some extent, I even think of Katie as my little sister---because she will never be older than me again. She remains perfect in my mind, a cheerful, playful picture of youth and all its naivety.
I hope that this book, short though it is, will find its way to many a person. Minerva, I know all the work you've put into helping me get this published. This is my last memorial to my sister, and I only pray that people will come to know her story, so her life will have not been in vain.
To everyone who reads this, I say: be careful who you trust; for it is trust that leads to love. And love, precisely like magic, can do great and terrible things.
Sincerely,
Carolyn "Carrie" Gibbs Dunmire
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