Dear Bloody Diary,
Mother has bewitched you to bite me if I do not write in you everyday.
Severus Snape
OUCH! OUCH!
Dear Hazardous Diary,
It would seem that I need to write MORE than one sentence to stop you from biting me. If Mother weren't already dead I'd kill her.
Now, I believe diaries are generally started with some information about yourself. I am Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master. I work at Hogwarts. Everyday I have to deal with incompetent dunderheads, also known as students. I am Head of Slytherin House. I am an ex-Death Eater. There is not much else that I could write down. My days are long and tedious, my nights filled with painful dreams of my past. What is that distasteful knocking? Oh, it's the door. I'd better get it.
Blast that stupid girl, coming down here at this time of night to ask a question about her homework. But Sir, I just wanted to know how many pages you wanted for the essay on the properties of a unicorn horn! That silly little brat. All that matters to her is homework. The other teachers all adore her, the insufferable know-it-all. This little chit is Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor. It's a wonder that she didn't get put in Ravenclaw, the house for students with brains. WHAT IS THAT? Oh, it's the door, again. I'm going to hex whoever it is into the next century.
It was Dumbledore. That's the third time that he's come to see me this week. He always asks the same question: How was she today? I have no bloody idea why he continually agitates me with this mindless question. I can't even figure out for the life of me who she is. I think Albus has finally gone insane.
I suppose that this is enough of a diary entry.
If it isn't you'll be hearing from me very soon.
Severus Snape
AN: I know, I know, yet again this is a short chapter. I think every chapter will be one journal entry... I dunno tell me your thoughts in your review!