September 1, 1991
Journal Entry
I saw him today. The boy who ruined my life looked nothing like a hero. If this were a fairytale, I suppose I would be the villain and he the hero. But I have not bothered myself with such stories since the day I left the orphanage behind.
I saw him as he was being Sorted, as I had been so many years ago. I know he sat on the stool a long time after McGonagall called his name, and just before the hat Sorted him, Quirrell turned his head and I got a glimpse of the boy through a gap in the cloth Quirrell has been using to conceal me.
He looked so much like his father, even from the back. I felt anger and spite, knowing that he was inches away, but that I could not touch him. I could not take out my wand and kill him, because I had no hand with which to grasp a wand. And it was all his fault.
Then he was gone as Quirrell directed his attention forward, and the hat shouted, 'GRYFFINDOR!' I heard the cheering as if from a far distance.
I tried to watch Potter during the feast, but Quirrell kept himself focused to the front, so I was forced to stare at the wall. This gave me more time to think.
I mulled over my thoughts about the boy until the feast ended, and the children left, with the teachers staying behind. I heard Dumbledore's voice, which sent a surge of anger through me again. They were all so close, everyone I wanted dead, and there was nothing I could do.
'Teachers,' Dumbledore said, 'I need you all to perform defensive and protective spells to conceal a great artifact.' There was a murmur of interest among the adults, and I became more attentive.
As Dumbledore continued to speak, I couldn't help but wonder about what this artifact was. I whispered into Quirrell's ear, 'Ask him what the artifact is.'
'S-sir?' I heard Quirrell stutter. 'What exactly is th-this artif-f-fact?'
I could almost see Dumbledore smiling, that irritating twinkle in his eyes, as he replied, 'All in good time, Professor Quirrell.'
That man infuriates me! He thinks he knows all, but he is getting far too old. He may be the only wizard I truly fear, but in time he will be gone and I will win.
It was only later that I realised the coincidences that had occurred. An artifact, hidden at Hogwarts, so precious it had to be guarded by protective spells? Could it possibly be the Philosopher's Stone?
It would all make sense. Dumbledore took the Stone from Gringotts and hid it here at Hogwarts. I must find out more, and if it is the Stone, I may be able to take it and use it for my own purposes. And once I am back in body, I can kill Harry Potter.
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