November 1, 1991

Sunday

Quirrell is trying, and apparently failing (*sighs in relief*) to get past that three headed dog. It is really weird to think that five days ago, I was worried about someone breaking into my quarters. Hell, people could have died last night. I've always hated Potter, and now his son? Well, I don't (and in James case didn't) want them dead. Along with the Granger girl and one of the Weasleys. Well, if Ronald did go missing, Molly wouldn't find the body for a day of two I suppose, but still.

And Quirrell, I can't believe it! He tried to get to the SS! (I won't say what that is in case this falls into the wrong hands (possibly again.)

I got bitten, damn it. Can't believe it.

Ok, so I went to Dumbledore thismorning to talk about Potter and how he should be kicked out, but all Albus said was "You see what you expect to see Severus. Other teachers report that the boy is modest, likeable, and reasonably talented. Personally, I find him an engaging child." And then, without looking up from that stupid magazine he was reading he said to me "Keep an eye on Quirrell, won't you?" Oh, sure Dumbledore, I'll just look after my most hated student. You know, to make sure that he doesn't get killed or anything like that. B'cuz God only knows how many ways that there is to do that in this place.

God I was freezing as I was walking to the dungeons, I saw scarhead with his three friends. They were all huddled around something. I walked up to them. I saw (and I almost smiled) that they were huddled around a little jam jar with a flame inside it, trying to stay warm. I wanted to tell them off, but I pretended not to see the jam jar (it is mid-fall after all). So I told Potter to give me a library book he was holding.

Not so bad really.

Later

Well, I gave into the pain. Went to see Filch. He gave me bandages and healing remedies (as if I couldn't make them myself, right?). I am thankful. But right in the middle I heard Potter at the door. I told him to get out. He muttered something about a book before shutting the door.

Wait a minute. A book?

*sighs*