Disclaimer: Refer to chapter three.
One week has passed… I am updating. And no, this is not James or Remus, or anyone in Gryffindor -wink- -wink-
Thank you for being patient. Extremely sorry about the delay. I've had many tests and projects that I needed to do to bring up my grades.
I was called into the Dark Lord's chambers. Apparently, I accidentally said something about destroying Horcruxes. He questioned me quite thoroughly. I hate Legilimency and Occlumency. I was and still am hopeless at that. Severus has got to train me one day…
Wormtail: the slimy git. I still can't believe he was in Gryffindor! Impossible. He probably bribed the Sorting Hat or something. He's a bloody, obsequious bastard! ARGH! Why doesn't he just DIE? And selling his friends to the Dark Lord. Pfftt! How faithful! Will he betray us if he had the chance? Self-pitying himself will get him nowhere.
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I've been doing some things that would get me killed if the Lord ever found out, so I will not disclose too much information here in case someone just happens to stumble upon this. I've been in contact with another wizard. I've been trying to help.
I was quite surprised when he agreed to let me in and let me recount my story and feeling. I've been doing my part… keeping him informed of meetings and conversations that might be essential. No one else knows of how he is getting his tip-offs. He assures me that my name will never breach anyone that might cause me harm.
He trusts me, but question is: Do I trust him?
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I don't understand. Voldemort has lost the sword of Gryffindor. Or rather, it is missing from his room. Yes, I sneak into his room. I haven't been caught, yet. But I did find Hufflepuff's cup, Marvolo's ring, and Salazar's locket. I've heard of the killing of Hepzibah. I am now positive that that sniveling house elf had nothing to do with her mistress's murder.
Voldemort modified her memory very well. Can he do that to well- functioning and sane humans too? I would hate to think so.
I consulted Bella. I needed at least someone to talk to, even if the topic was - "How to Effectively Kill a Muggle"
The woman is mad. Very disturbed.
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I don't think I'll live a long life. I've become so tired and haggard. I've almost lost the will to live. Horcruxes have kept me alive, but what will become of me when they are destroyed? Or will my feeble body and mind give in to the pressure? I can't give up now… I'm unbelievably close to my goal.
I think I'll go get some sleep now…
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Wormtail is genuinely bugging the crap out of me. He asks what I am up to. He follows me around. He's like the fly you can't rid of until, you get so mad at it, you want to kill it. Well, I tried to strangle him but Rodolphus came and pried my fingers off his throat. The twit. Wormtail, not Rodolphus.
He keeps disappearing for lengths of time. Where does he go? Maybe he's plotting against us. He seems so… tricky and disloyal and deceitful. He's weak and gullible, mostly selfish, but there's something about him that gives me the creeps.
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Red, ever so red. Scarlet patches of color blossoming on my clothes, on the floor, on the walls. Hm… it's tastes salty, like… dare I say it. Fresh, human blood. Mine.
I'm bleeding to death…
Author's Note: This was a bit short, but I promise, you will probably like the next chapter. Bear with me until then.
Sorry for any errors (content wise, grammar wise, spelling) in this chapter. I didn't have a lot of time to write.
Thanks for reading!