Diary of a Murderer
Chapter 2 - Seeking Revenge...Seeking me
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It's me again.
Well who else would it be? With this journal protected by any number of charms and hidden very well, it could be no one else. It has been over a week since my last passage and I have decided it best not to date my entries. My first entry was on Christmas day. I used to love Christmas. Now I dread it. For a man presumed dead, it can be a tad depressing. Especially when you only receive one present and it is from yourself.
But I suppose I deserve that. In fact, I probably deserve a lot worse.
Today was not a good day. For the fifth time this evening the Weasley boy has prodded me with a stick to find out my magical abilities. I refuse to humor him with my tricks much longer. Plus he tried to force cheese and crackers down my throat three times. Three! I despise cheese. I despise cheese with a passion. Well, quirks of the guise I suppose. Or should I say Cons?
His name is Percy. Percy Weasley. Sort of name to make me want to retch. But then again Peter Pettigrew isn't much better. He is in his first year at Hogwarts, where I attended. Also in Gryffindor, he resides in the dormitory above my old one. Such good and bad memories. I decided that staying at Hogwarts is a good idea.
Away from all of Masters old supporters. All seeking revenge. Seeking me. How was I to know the Potter boy would be Masters downfall?
Anyway, Dumbledore never knew me in my Animagus form so there is no danger of recognition. And under his protecting eye I am in no danger of angry Death Eaters either. The perfect plan.
It is incredibly fortunate that Percy does not lock me up, instead letting me roam around as I please. It is also very fortunate that no one realizes when I am not around, or I might never get the chance to write.
I am babbling. This journal was not intended to express how sorry I feel for myself. It was so I could rid my self of past events. Past mistakes. Past grievances. So I can tell my version of events. My story.
I'm starting to think that maybe they did only befriend me because they felt sorry for me. The first day of my first year at Hogwarts. Second hand clothes, robes, books and even my trunk. No friends. I was a grotesque picture of pure 'uncoolness'.
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"Hello," said a youthfully handsome Sirius Black. "I'm Sirius and this is my friend James."
"Peter," I answered blankly, believing this to be some sort of prank. Set up.
"What house would you like to be sorted into?" James asked, taking a seat on my right.
"My choice would definitely be Gryffindor," Sirius added and sat down on my left.
"Perhaps Hufflepuff?" I said, not really bothering to think about it.
"Hufflepuff?" James asked astonished. "He seems more like a Gryffindor. Wouldn't you agree. er. Remus is it?" he asked a quiet boy sitting in the corner, engrossed in a book.
The boy nodded his head solemnly in regard to his name. "Gryffindor. Yes," he answered and turned back to his book.
"Remus?" Sirius asked, turning his attention away from me. ? The quiet boy raised his eyebrows, not taking his eyes from his book.
"Do you mind if we call you Remmy? HEY! Remmy and Petey!" he shouted excitedly, nearly deafening me. "Remmy, Petey, Jamesy and Siri!"
James started to glare at Sirius.
"Ok.. Maybe not."
*
I must go. For once someone has noticed my absence. Not much to be worried about, just another Weasley. I swear, this family breeds like rabbits. Ron Weasley is only five years younger than Percy, making him six.
Wormtail.
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Chapter 2 - Seeking Revenge...Seeking me
***
It's me again.
Well who else would it be? With this journal protected by any number of charms and hidden very well, it could be no one else. It has been over a week since my last passage and I have decided it best not to date my entries. My first entry was on Christmas day. I used to love Christmas. Now I dread it. For a man presumed dead, it can be a tad depressing. Especially when you only receive one present and it is from yourself.
But I suppose I deserve that. In fact, I probably deserve a lot worse.
Today was not a good day. For the fifth time this evening the Weasley boy has prodded me with a stick to find out my magical abilities. I refuse to humor him with my tricks much longer. Plus he tried to force cheese and crackers down my throat three times. Three! I despise cheese. I despise cheese with a passion. Well, quirks of the guise I suppose. Or should I say Cons?
His name is Percy. Percy Weasley. Sort of name to make me want to retch. But then again Peter Pettigrew isn't much better. He is in his first year at Hogwarts, where I attended. Also in Gryffindor, he resides in the dormitory above my old one. Such good and bad memories. I decided that staying at Hogwarts is a good idea.
Away from all of Masters old supporters. All seeking revenge. Seeking me. How was I to know the Potter boy would be Masters downfall?
Anyway, Dumbledore never knew me in my Animagus form so there is no danger of recognition. And under his protecting eye I am in no danger of angry Death Eaters either. The perfect plan.
It is incredibly fortunate that Percy does not lock me up, instead letting me roam around as I please. It is also very fortunate that no one realizes when I am not around, or I might never get the chance to write.
I am babbling. This journal was not intended to express how sorry I feel for myself. It was so I could rid my self of past events. Past mistakes. Past grievances. So I can tell my version of events. My story.
I'm starting to think that maybe they did only befriend me because they felt sorry for me. The first day of my first year at Hogwarts. Second hand clothes, robes, books and even my trunk. No friends. I was a grotesque picture of pure 'uncoolness'.
*
"Hello," said a youthfully handsome Sirius Black. "I'm Sirius and this is my friend James."
"Peter," I answered blankly, believing this to be some sort of prank. Set up.
"What house would you like to be sorted into?" James asked, taking a seat on my right.
"My choice would definitely be Gryffindor," Sirius added and sat down on my left.
"Perhaps Hufflepuff?" I said, not really bothering to think about it.
"Hufflepuff?" James asked astonished. "He seems more like a Gryffindor. Wouldn't you agree. er. Remus is it?" he asked a quiet boy sitting in the corner, engrossed in a book.
The boy nodded his head solemnly in regard to his name. "Gryffindor. Yes," he answered and turned back to his book.
"Remus?" Sirius asked, turning his attention away from me. ? The quiet boy raised his eyebrows, not taking his eyes from his book.
"Do you mind if we call you Remmy? HEY! Remmy and Petey!" he shouted excitedly, nearly deafening me. "Remmy, Petey, Jamesy and Siri!"
James started to glare at Sirius.
"Ok.. Maybe not."
*
I must go. For once someone has noticed my absence. Not much to be worried about, just another Weasley. I swear, this family breeds like rabbits. Ron Weasley is only five years younger than Percy, making him six.
Wormtail.
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