The day is bright and sunny.
This dismays me.
I must work today.
We hope it clouds over.
Voldemort is unwilling to come to the Hogwarts Grounds.
So I must go to him.
I have stealthily stolen into Voldemort's mind without his knowing over and over. Just to watch, and see whom his company is.
He is almost never alone.
It surprises me that he has not shielded himself from me so completely as I have shielded myself.
Voldemort is in the mountains. He has gotten himself a shelter in a cave. He would call it cozy. It is rather like the Slytherin Common Room. It is cold and dank, and dark.
Dumbledore has had many wizards put many protections on me for my journey, and attack.
There are more charms and defenses on me than there is on number 12, Grimmauld Place. All the ones on number 12, are on me. I am also illusioned, enchanted, and hidden by the most powerful wizards in the world. The Ministry has been unwilling to help me, though they do believe that Voldemort is back.
It is so frustrating that they would not, they refused, so completely to believe my story of June in my fourth year, when Voldemort returned to his body.
They refused to believe, until they saw him with their own eyes. Fudge is a bumbling idiot. All his fantasies about Dumbledore creating an army against him. What foolishness. When all along Dumbledore has been forming an army to counteract Voldemort.
But the prospect of killing is still black.