Well, here's the next part! I hope you enjoy it!

Dracofan, I did post this on the Harry Potter message boards. I thought that I would post it here as well, and get some new readers.

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One other thing before the disclaimer. I realize that poking fun at Voldemort does seems a bit... hmmm... morbid, I guess would be the word. I don't, in the slightest, think that what Voldemort does is something to condone. For that matter, it's certainly not something to make fun of. He's a horrible person, and really, there's nothing funny about him. It's sort of hard to justify, but I want everyone to know that this story isn't meant to make light on any situation that has to do with Voldemort or the war in the wizarding world.

With that, I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I do not own any of the events that occurred in the book. There are some things in here that are my own.

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Date: Jan. 6
Those pesky kids are back. Why cannot they leave me in peace? Oh yes, this is a school. Greasy does not seem to like it either. Well, I will be giving Quirrel another chance to get Potter during Quidditch again. Greasy has volunteered to referee this match. I wonder what he is up to. He is always in my way. Oh well. I have spent my time carefully planning out what to do with Quirrel. After a tedious 144 hours of explaining, I think he has finally got it. We will wait until the Quidditch match to get Potter. Now, I have been writing a new song. I will sing it during Potter's class. You might wonder why no one can hear me. If I knew this, I would probably also know Greasy's real name. Well, I must go torture that stupid git.

Jan. 10
Today we wanted to get Potter at the Quidditch match again. Unfortunately, that old fool Dumbledore was there. We did not do anything while he was around. After the match, Quirrel and I went to the Forbidden Forest. Greasy followed us there. I thought he wanted to invite us back to the castle for tea, but instead he threatened Quirrel. He told Quirrel to decide where his loyalties lie. Greasy-what is his name?- does not seem to like me. I do not know why. Perhaps it is because I killed many people and put much of the Wizarding World in distress. I do love the way my mind works. Anyway, you probably know what I will go do now, so I will not write it here.

Jan. 23
I do not know why, but Potter keeps smiling at Quirrel, and his red-headed Weasley, stupid family, friend keeps sticking up for the insolent fool. Not Potter, though he is one, but Quirrel. Last night, we went to a pub. I would have left Quirrel behind, but let us face it. I am kind of attached to his head. We met that git of a gamekeeper, Hagrid. I think I got him into trouble once at school, but of course, I do not really remember. Anyway, Quirrel, wearing an ugly cloak, bought Hagrid some drinks and finally got out of him how to get past his dumb three-headed dog. Ha-ha-ha. It seems that they are protecting the Sorcerer's Stone with some charms and spells as well. Greasy is becoming bitterer by the day. It seems that he has not been using the many bottles of shampoo and conditioner he received for Christmas. I would attempt to help him with this particular complex, but I do not care for him in the least. And I would not be able to call him Greasy any longer if he did wash his hair.

It is my birthday. Happy Birthday to me. I will go sing to myself for a while and then give myself a birthday present. Of course, it will be a yelling session for three hours with Quirrel.

April 12,
Nothing much has happened since my birthday. I did a little yelling at Quirrel (I use the term little very loosely) and wrote five new songs. I have been singing them a lot, as I am very bored. I have a plan to kill Potter. I will "turn him into a flea, a harmless little flea. Then I'll put that flea in a box. Then I'll put that box in another box. Then I'll mail that box to myself, and when it arrives, a-ha-ha-ha, I'll smash it with a hammer. Or to save on postage, I'll poison him." Oh wait. I tried that once and it did not work, because Greasy just had to drink the poison. Oh, well, I have a lot of free time, as Quirrel teaches all of those annoying children. I will get him yet. And his little friends too. Oh, and Greasy as well.

May 2,
I hear many things on the back of Quirrel's head. This time it was important, though the fact that Greasy fancies someone, I will not say who, was quite interesting. I have found out that Potter is very dumb, which is not new news. He sneaked into the Astronomy Tower after his curfew and got caught. He has detention in the Forbidden Forest. Perhaps I will be able to kill him there, as long as Quirrel does not act stupidly. Oh, dear, we will fail for sure. I need unicorn blood anyway. Quirrel will drink it for me. He is such a spineless jellyfish. Perhaps it is because I am ruthless. I do really like me. My yelling session with Quirrel was cut short because Greasy just had to talk to Quirrel. I think it was about Quirrel's loyalties, but the smell in this turban was making me queasy, as Quirrel put it on too tightly. Another thing added to my list of reasons to get revenge on Greasy.

May 3,
Today we will get Potter. He has detention in the Forbidden Forest tonight. I need unicorns' blood. We will meet Potter and his little, ugh, friends in the forest. Perhaps I will be able to get all of them, including that insolent fool- I do realize that many people are insolent fools- Hagrid. Who needs friends? What we need are people who fear us. Greasy fears me, probably because I want to kill him. No, wait, he does not know that. Well, maybe it is my ruthlessness. Ha-ha-ha. I like myself. That insolent fool, Quirrel, is as dumb as ever. Perhaps Potter's annoying bushy-haired friend can spare some of her brain for him. I believe her name is Hermione. She is a mudblood. I hate mudbloods, among other things. Number one on my list is Potter, closely followed by Greasy, and then that redheaded family of insolent fools. I also hate pretzels. They make me sick. Just looking at them makes me queasy, as many things do. Potter is number one on the list of things that make me queasy. He is closely followed by Greasy's hair, and then the smell of this turban. I do wonder what that is. Anyway, pretzels are very ugly to look at. They are tied in knots, and the salt tastes foul. I believe I have been getting off the subject. A few hours with Quirrel will get me back on track. Perhaps I should be nice to him today, as he is sharing his body with me. No, I like the way things are.
P.S. I am still upset that Greasy has not invited me for tea.

May 4,
Last night, we, of course, failed miserably. It was pretty much a normal night. We killed a unicorn, drank its blood, we are cursed. Same as usual. Oh, and I have found yet another target. This time, it is a centaur, by the name of Firenze. He almost ran over me. Oh, and Quirrel too, but no one really cares about that. Potter got away with that insolent fool of a centaur's help. After he chased Quirrel, that spineless jellyfish, scared of a huge, towering centaur, we went to hide in the trees nearby and watch. The centaur told Potter about me. How did he know? Perhaps Quirrel told someone while I was singing. I do not know. Potter does still seem to think that Greasy wants the Stone, but for me, not for himself. I spend my days plotting how to get that Greasy, occasionally interrupted by the urge to remember his name. I was going to ask Quirrel, but then I thought that my time is better spent yelling at him. Why Greasy would have wanted the Stone I do not know, as I do not see why he would want to live more than he has to.

May 6,
We will soon venture into the trapdoor to get the Stone. I am becoming very impatient with Quirrel, as his blunders never seem to stop. Today, he taught a class. How stupid of him. Why would he do something like that? Oh, yes, he is a teacher, and that was his smallest blunder. Oh, wait, that was not horrible, as I have managed to get into the castle with his help. Greasy has been following us. I do not think that anyone has noticed. Today, he threw a piece of chalk at me. It hurt. I was not happy. But I do think I have a plan to kill Greasy. The only problem is that I need to know his name. What is it? Perhaps it is time for me to ask Quirrel, except that the only way I can spend my time when he is teaching those insolent fools is by trying to recall Greasy's name, and of course, singing. I have one more reason to kill Greasy but it will not be the last reason. Yesterday, I saw him eating a pretzel. Ugh. It was the most sickening thing I have ever known. Well, apart from the smell in this turban. Well, until next time. I am going to sing a song now. No, wait. Quirrel is not teaching at the moment. I will go yell at him.

More to come, concerning the Sorceror's Stone, and then there's a lot of entries after Wormtail rejoins Voldemort. And if you think Quirrel's bad, wait until you see Wormtail...

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