Disclaimer: Must I? Really? What if I just don't fucking care?
A/N: Well, I got a great response to the first part, so I guess I have nothing left to do but put a second part up.
This chapter is dedicated to, surprisingly enough, my sister. Why, you may ask? Well, I know she is a complete and total bitch, and fucking annoying as hell. Well, that's why. She's got me so upset right now, I'm going to use this angsty-depressing story as an outlet to my anger rather than wringing her neck and getting charged with murder. She's not allowed to read this, so if you don't mind, I'd like to rant about my lying, cheating whore of a bitch of a sister. Thank you. I hadn't planned on writing the next segment to this fic this weekend, but I write when the mood suits me, and right now I feel like killing someone (hint hint, point). Thank you.
A/N: (put up a couple days later) Okay, I was really worked up when I wrote the above… I'm not usually like that. Please don't judge me by that rant. I'm still upset about…stuff… so, I'm still capable of finishing it, but honestly, people, please don't make me do another segment. I'll start another, longer, story if you want me to, but right now, I'm trying to focus on SoaW, so I absolutely refuse to add more to this. I'll do a Vampire fic in a few weeks using things from this idea, and kinda playing off of it, from another perspective. I already have an idea for it, so bear with me, my loyal followers! Right now, I'm stressed with end-of-the-year stuff, so please hang on a little while longer. There. Okay? Also, this chapter will not be that long, but I am planning on updating the next chapter to SoaW.
Segment 2
(notice, its not even called a chapter. I'm not planning on doing anymore follow-ups, so please don't beg.)
As I was saying…
Segment 2: Escape and Revenge, Maybe…
February 15th
I'm not exactly sure how it happened, even to this day, but somehow I escaped. All I remember is walking down the hallway and out the door, with nobody following. I guess I don't really care, though. All that matters is that I'm out. I went straight to a bar, like I said I would, but I didn't get drunk until my 22nd beer, damnit. Even then I couldn't forget the horrible things I had been put through. Not even pleasure could shake off the horror and fury I felt at those who had mistreated me, had used me, who must now die.
March 4th
Heh heh… you won't be hearing from me for a while, maybe not ever again. I think I've found a friend, surprisingly enough, or at least enough of a friend I've ever had. Still not sure why I continue to write in this stupid journal, but I do. I'm going to make that bastard Dumbledore pay for using me. Heh heh… If only I was strong enough. As it is, I don't have a wand, and I'm wandering around the alleyways of the Muggle world. This must be how Black felt all those years ago, before he was found and killed. Maybe I should kill another wizard and take his wand. I'm already a wanted convict, I couldn't really care. If Black could escape Azcaban, so can I.
March 11th
I have a wand.
March 24th
My friend, Gabrielle, has invited me to his place to hide. After a rash of murders that are being blamed on me, unjustly I might add, I need to lay low. He assures me that I won't be found here. He isn't a Wizard, but there is something strange about him. Oh well, it doesn't matter. I'm safely hidden for now. He's also hinted at possibly helping me get my revenge. I hope so. Even with a wand, I'm still not strong enough to defeat Dumbledore, especially if he's done to himself what he did to me… I would have to find a way to combat it.
April 5th
Damn! Damn Damn Damn! He does have it! There was a revolt today in the ministry, completely unforeseen by all, and Dumbledore was attacked. He was thrown to the floor, robes torn and bloodied. Minutes later, though, he stood back up and started fighting. His robes were bloody, but after the battle was won, his torso was bared and everyone saw that it didn't have a scratch upon it. now the entire Wizarding community is whispering about how Dumbledore is a fraud, staging battles so he can stay in power. All this I've heard through Gabrielle, who heard from other reliable sources. He has friends everywhere, I think. In all, this will help me. Maybe I'll be able to help turn the populace against him…
April 13th
It has begun. Wizards everywhere are protesting for Dumbledore to be removed from power. All of his plans are falling about his ears. Heh heh heh… If I didn't want the satisfaction of killing him myself, I'd let the general public rip him limb from limb. Word has gotten out about how he has been using humans as test subjects for his cruel experiments. Nobody knows where the rumors are coming from though… I wish that I knew.
April 27th
My plan is almost in place. Soon now, I shall have my revenge. No more shall I be down-trod and ignored. I shall let my story be known, win the faith of the populace, and then slave them all to my bidding. On the 13th, they shall pay. They shall rue the day they messed with me…
A/N: That's all folks! But don't you fret, I'll start that new fic soon, and I promise, it will be the same story, just from another viewpoint, and much more complete. This story is a teaser for the next one, which I don't have a title for yet. I'll get it up soon, I promise.
