I'll see if I can post some more tomorrow. This is all you get for now, you impatient freaks. Please R/R if you get the chance, I'm very anxious about this story.
Just been talking to Minerva. She's the only person at this goddam school that really asks me for more than the time of day. Most of the other teachers and stuff give me a pretty wide berth. Not to mention the students. We were talking about Quidditch. I always wanted to play Quidditch when I came to Hogwarts. I could barely balance on a broom, but every year I tried out for the team. That got me a lot of abuse. I was this skinny little kid who jumped when anyone said his name and knew all of this Dark Arts crap. When did I learn all that stuff? I think I started plotting revenge against old Glenn when I was ten. I was a smart kid. Learned quickly. Well, back to Minerva. I think she talks to me because of that time she came to my rooms to give me a memo and saw me passed out on the floor. That was a nightmare. She freaked out and sent me to the hospital wing. When I woke up, Poppy, Albus, and Minerva were all standing over me frowning, and I had the hangover from hell. Oh, god, I cringe just thinking about it. Well, to make a long story short Minerva wants to save my mortal soul now. She's a pretty woman when she takes her hair down and puts some makeup on. But that has nothing to do with anything. I was a crappy Death Eater. Three goddam weeks with the Dark Lord and I'm running to Dumbledore, sobbing my eyes out in front of the Order, James and Sirius and Lily…that bastard Black was just leaning back in his chair and frowning…he takes no responsibility for what he did to me. I think James might have felt a little sorry. But not very. I did get to chew out Black before he died, though. It didn't really work out that great.