Diary of a Death Eater's Wife:

Entry One:

January 01, 2001

I was informed writing in a diary or journal helps with mental health. I had a nervous break down recently. Drinking wine, apparently isn't the proper way of dealing with said mental health. I was gifted with this beautiful diary, filled with protection charms and spells to prevent others from reading it. It's a lovely leather bond tome looking diary, it even came with its own special quill and ink. The leather smells like a brand new saddle, earthy and solid, with a musky smoky smell. I love the way it smells.

Aside from my new diary, last night we attended a new year's ball at the Malfoys. Draco isn't my Death Eater, thank goodness. I can say he is handsome, brilliant, and a bastard. It was going well, until that lunatic Dolohov came marching in with his cronies, dragging a body of one of the members of the Pheonix, blood dripping off their body. These kinds of sights are normal, but couldn't it wait until after the ball was over. Then my dear husband whispered to me, he was being summoned and away he went.

So here I am writing and waiting for him to return. My silly husband, I love him and hate him. I feel like a caged bird in this empty manor. My dear I hope you are safe and well. I also hope you come home in one piece. This life of mine, can be so dull, all I do is wait and worry, wait and worry, have a nervous breakdown, wait and worry some more. So to add a little excitement, I will begin writing about my daily life as a Death Eater's Wife. The ins and outs, the behind the scenes, to a certain extent. So here is to a new year and hopefully I don't become a widow.