CHAPTER TWO - Year Two, Regarding the events of the Chamber of Secrets.

AUGUST 13, 1992. Mood: Greasy.

Am bitterly disappointed that I did not get the job of DADA job. Instead Dumbledore has brought it upon himself to employ a complete drongo whose life's achievements include writing a series of crappy novels and whitening his teeth every afternoon.

In other news, Lucius was informing me so carelessly that he had slipped the Dark Lord's old diary into a Weasley's Cauldron at Flourish and Blott's a couple of days ago. The twit. The Malfoys are often so willing to let go of responsibility, that I am sure will get them into trouble with the Dark Lord one day. Am sure that the Dark Lords had important intentions with that book.

Will try and get the diary back. It might have some scandalous secrets in it. Always suspected that the Dark Lord had a pet bunny called Rufus.

-Sevvy

AUGUST 15, 1991. Mood: Sexy.

Lucius Malfoy somehow persuaded me to wear Narcissa's pointy bra and attend a Drag Party with him this evening on the conditions that I still wished to be his friend.

Good thing Narcissa is out for the weekend with Draco, Would hate to see the look on her face if she knew that we had been raiding her wardrobe and wearing her lipstick.

Would also hate for Draco to spread it around the Slytherin house that I have a secret cross-dressing fetish.

Or that I call his father 'Lucy' in private.

Or that I was in a band called The Broomstick Boys with Lucius when we were fifteen.

-Sevvy

SEPTEMBER 1, 1992. Mood: Aggravated.

Weasley and Potter drove a car into the Whomping Willow this evening. Was very angered as the Whomping Willow and I go back a long way.

Was also looking for excuse to expel Potter and Weasley.

Failed.

Depressed.

Feeling Sorry for thine self.

Bingeing on Pumpkin pie.

-Sevvy

SEPTEMBER 5, 1992. Mood: Excited.

Lucy bought the Slytherin team new broomsticks in exchange for allowing Draco to play on the team.

We are sure to win this year with the Nimbus 2001s.

Mmmmm, broomsticks. Oh yeah. Hurrah for dodgy fetishes.

-Sevvy

OCTOBER 31, 1992. Mood: Suspicious.

Hallowe'en night tonight. Only went myself because of Dumbledore's endless urging. Discovered that he only wanted to feed me trifle with his fork. Wouldn't have shown up otherwise.

Am suspicious that Potter and his friends did not attend the Hallowe'en feast.

And that Mrs.. Norris has been found petrified.

And that the Chamber of Secrets has been re-opened.(It was written on the wall in paint. If I catch whoever has been planting graffiti on the beautiful dungeon walls I will attempt their expulsion from the school.)

Am sure that the monster who guards the chamber is paralysing students. Hope it knocks off as many Gryffindors as it can before It is (and it will be) dealt with.

Have been searching Hogwarts myself for the Chamber of Secrets myself for a decade now; naturally by-passing a few areas, as I would not want to be blamed for peeking into the Girl's bathrooms or Dormitories. Or in McGonagall's knickers-drawer.

-Sevvy

NOVEMBER 4, 1992. Mood: Bouncy.

Broomsticks XD.

-Sevvy

NOVEMBER 9, 1992. Mood: Annoyed.

Slytherin beaten by Gryffindor in Quidditch yesterday, and only because the Potter-child caught the snitch. And because Draco is an absolute shoddy player.

Otherwise we would have thrashed them; our broomsticks were so much more sexier.

Lockhart removed the bones in Potter's arm after the match. He should have left it to me. I would have removed all the bones in Potter's body.

A student found paralysed this morning. Was a Gryffindor student. Hope to find more Gryffindors paralysed.

-Sevvy

DECEMBER 13, 1992. Mood: Outraged.

Someone has been stealing ingredients from my cupboard. Will punish thoroughly when I find the culprit.

-Sevvy

DECEMBER 17, 1992. Mood: Uneasy.

Started a DADA dueling club with Lockhart this afternoon. Beat the shit out of him. Lockhart more useless a teacher than I expected; is all talk and no play.

Would dearly love to send him away with an injury worthy of St Mungo's mysterious and incurable diseases ward.

Teamed Malfoy up with Potter. Expected Malfoy to win, considering the private Dark Arts lessons I give him. And other assortment of lessons.

Was not counting on Potter being able to speak Parseltongue.

-Sevvy

DECEMBER 18, 1992. Mood: Blah.

Hufflepuff Student and Gryffindor ghost found paralysed today.

Most Students suspicious of Potter-child, However I am aware that Potter is incapable of Dark magic, Parselmouth or not.

Am still searching for the Dark Lord's diary; am sure that it has been brought to Hogwarts, though it would appear suspicious for me to be searching the Gryffindor dormitories. Will attempt when the little buggers go home for christmas.

-Sevvy

DECEMBER 25, 1992. Mood: Annoyed.

Did not count on the Weasleys staying at Hogwarts over christmas.

Attempted to search Gryffindor Dormitories anyway. Did not find diary. Sincerely hope that nobody has done anything stupid like flush it down a toilet.

-Sevvy

FEBRUARY 14, 1993. Mood: Disgusted.

Valentines Day. Am disgusted at horrid decorations that are infiltrating and soiling the castle with their pink and purple euphoria. Lockhart getting on my nerves more than ever, the ponsy git.

Will have fun burning them when this is all over.

Didn't get one fucking valentine this year. Senile house-elves and Draco Malfoy don't count.

-Sevvy

APRIL 15, 1993. Mood: Agreeable.

Rather a good day today. Granger paralysed, Hagrid sent to Azkaban, accused of harming students. Dumbledore suspended.

Lucy came into my dungeon for a cup of tea and a game of broomsticks.

-Sevvy

MAY 19, 1993. Mood: Blank.

Madam Pomfrey has finished making the antidote for the petrified students. Knew it was too good to last.

School temporarily in jeopardy due to missing student. How exciting.

Ganged up on Lockhart with Professor McGonagall, practically told him to go get himself eaten by the monster, rid us all of his stupidity, etc.

-Sevvy

MAY 20, 1993. Mood: Disappointed.

Another year over.

Dumbledore and Hagrid back.

Students revived. Damn.

Potter-twit has proved himself to be once again the hero, finding and destroying the diary and weaving an elaborate story about the chamber of secrets and a basilisk and all that shit.

Don't believe one word of it, however I am secretly pleased that Lockhart managed to bump himself off to St Mungos, saves me the effort.

Appears that the diary was a horcrux that belonged to the Darklord. Was confronted by Dumbledore who asked if I had anything to do with it.

Blamed it all on Lucy.

Am off to ride a broomstick in peace.

-Sevvy