December 25th, 1981
I spoke with Albus again this morning. He mentioned this journal and I told him I'd forgotten about it.
He handed me a Rememberall. I think he can read this, even through the privacy charms. Keep that in mind, Albus.
Horace signed off on my Potions Mastery, but he's had me stay in the castle to help him grade papers. I think Albus is at work there. It isn't safe for former Death Eaters, even ones he's personally cleared, to be out on the streets. I wonder if he's afraid I'll get myself killed.
In happier news, Sirius Black is in Azkaban. I didn't know he was a spy for the Dark Lord, but I don't care. He was as vile as The Swine. My only regret is that I couldn't curse him myself for betraying Lily and her son. Of course, I've cursed myself every day since I found out Lily was to be the target of the Dark Lord's wrath. But what I did in ignorance, Black did with full knowledge and intent.
I hope the Dementors kiss him.