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Father Says: Year 3

Journal,

Sirius Black has escaped and for some reason this has provided my parents with full permission to ruin my life. (Also, Dobby is gone, but Father won't tell me why.)

I'm only allowed to fly on the grounds with adult supervision. They're ordering my books by owl for school and I'm not to leave the grounds unless we're visiting family. Even then, we travel through the floo which is extraordinarily boring. I fear I may jump out of my skin if they don't catch this maniac soon.

Thankfully, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, and Zabini have been able to come over a few times. We've played a couple rounds of pick-up quidditch but only Zabini and Nott are worth anything on brooms. I've been able to practice quite a bit with my own snitch, Potter won't know what hit him.

Another plus will be Hogsmeade this year, I can't wait to purchase my own sweets rather than having to rely on Mother. She never sends me the firewhiskey cauldron cakes or the right Fizzing Whizzbees.

On the negative side, the Weasleys have been in the paper. Apparently they won the lottery and took a trip to Egypt. Father says it's a shame they'll only get a taste of real luxury, they blew all of their winnings taking their massive family. Father says he'll take Mother and I to Switzerland before the summer is over.

Journal,

ONE OF THE BOOKS THIS YEAR IS A MONSTER, IT TRIED TO EAT ME! After it destroyed my shoes, it took a pretty decent bite out of my leg! Mother had to use a stasis charm to keep me from losing it and then I had to use my entire vial of dittany I'd created last year! I've brewed more, but I shall be having words with Professor Grubbly-Plank when I arrive and I shall NOT be taking this class a year past when it's required.

Journal,

Dementors are terrifying. I've never felt so powerless before…but at least I didn't scream and faint like Potter did. It was especially worth the sneer and scowl I got from Weasley and the mudblood afterwards.

Apparently the foul creatures will be at school all year…and the dementors are staying until Sirius Black is caught.

Journal,

Can you believe they allowed the great oaf to teach a class? No wonder the book was feral. I always knew Dumbledore was out of his mind, but the evidence is stacking up. First day of his class and he brings a huge beast for us to interact with.

It performed for Potter, but as soon as I stepped up to it, it attacked! It was just like the book, only this time it went for the arm.

I've written to Father and he says this is unacceptable, he's already on his way here. Thankfully Pansy has been able to help me during meals and Theo is helping me with my notes and homework. It's nice to finally be being treated the way I deserve…I expect it will take a while for my arm to heal fully.

Journal,

There's something odd about the mudblood this year. She's still just as bushy haired with her spring-loaded hand and library membership, but she seems more ragged than usual. I noticed her being a little friendlier with the Weasel too…perhaps now that he has a bit of money she's decided to show interest. Well, if money is what wins her affections, she better seal that deal fast before the funds run out.

No, I have another theory: I remember seeing the optional application for a time turner this year. I thought about asking for one, but I didn't want Father to think that I needed it. Filthy mudblood is going to use magic to cheat…I'll just have to speak with Professor Snape about getting some extra tutoring myself.

Journal,

I thought it couldn't get any worse than the oaf, but the bug-eyed star chaser may take the cake. We've had to stare into crystal balls, try and read maps of constellations, and even decipher tea remnants. (At least the tea was good.) I told Crabbe he was going to grow a mustache early. He said I was going to find love, but I wouldn't want it. We decided together that Goyle was going to lose half of his teeth before he turned 17.

Our fun, though, was rudely interrupted by the usual spotlight: Potter apparently has the grim and is due for death.

If only I could be so lucky.

Journal,

I must begrudgingly admit that I somewhat enjoy Professor Lupin's practical approach to his class. (Though the reappearance of the muggle death box I could have done without.) We faced a boggart today, everyone getting a chance to face their greatest fear.

Longbottom is apparently scared of Professor Snape (ridiculous) and Weaselby saw a giant spider (I'll be making use of that later on). Potter ruined the class and I never got a chance to face the boggart…I've been spending some time thinking about what it would be. Honestly, Potter isn't too far off…Though perhaps it would be the armoire of my grandmother's that I got locked in when I was three. Maybe something terrible happening to Mother…or maybe my Father finding out that

Journal,

Hogsmeade is amazing. Honeydukes is definitely a contender for my second favorite shop ever (behind Quality Quidditch Supplies, of course). The cauldron cakes are to die for and sugar quills are quickly becoming an addiction.

I noticed Weasley and the mudblood alone during their trip. (Perhaps Potter is too busy being famous and fighting off giants to bother with our basic frivolities.) Makes sense that a blood traitor wouldn't mind sullying himself with even more filth. I hope she won't mind cleaning up after him and the half-million rug rats they'll probably have together. All their children would have horrible bushy red hair and long teeth yelling and running around their house which would be the size of a teapot since we all know Weasley will never amount to anything…and with all her perfect marks, she'll still turn out a housewife to a simpleton.

Journal,

There was an attack at Hogwarts. Sirius Black, apparently…and he was targeting the Gryffindors. No doubt the Grim our divination teacher was talking about finally coming for Potter, with any luck we'll all be rid of him by Christmas.

Hope has grown since today Potter fainted off his broom during their game against Hufflepuff. Sure, it could have been the dementors, or perhaps Potter has finally realized how much better the world would be without him and he's doing us all a favor.

I heard his precious broom is in splinters too…looking good for Slytherin's chances getting a trophy added to the case in the dungeons.

Journal,

I met a familiar today. He must be by the way he wanders about with those yellow eyes of his. (Also, with a face that ugly, someone must REALLY love him.) He's a rather leisured ginger cat who I noticed wandering the grounds on my way to quidditch practice. I saw him again when I was reading by the lake and he curled up into my side and just stared at the whomping willow. It was comforting, actually…I remembered that I always wanted a cat. I don't know who he belongs to, but it must be someone from school.

Watch it be a Weasley, figures they'd add another ginger.

No, the familiar is far too sophisticated to belong to one of those blood traitors.

Journal,

It's embarrassing enough when a mass murderer enters a school once…but TWICE? Is the old fool really as good at magic as everyone claims he is? So far we've had trolls, a resurrected dark lord, a giant snake, and a mass murderer wander through our castle…not to mention the rumors about a three-headed giant dog in the first year and last year's acromantula in the woods.

Perhaps it's time for the wizarding community to begin educating in the safety of our manors. I fear I'm more likely to die walking the halls of this cursed castle than I would strolling through Knockturn Alley in the dead of night.

In other news…the trio seems to be on the outs. Potter and the Weasel don't appear to be on speaking terms with the mudblood. She wanders the halls by herself, clutching her precious books and muttering as though the crazy has finally caught up with her. Father says time-turners can do that to you if they're used inappropriately. Silly muggle trying to match our true power…knew she'd break eventually.

Journal,

Potter has a firebolt.

I can't

I don't understand how

It's like there's someone

Am I just

Forget it.

Journal,

Father's finally written about the overgrown chicken: the trial has ended and it's been sentenced to death. I've convinced the boys to come with me to watch the execution. I'm sure the oaf will cry and Father says I may get to keep some of the feathers as proof of death.

Journal,

Father says the muggles are primitive and that they resort to barbaric devices in attempts to imitate their thoughts on magic. I experienced it first hand today.

I've been very careful, for years, to never touch the mudblood. Father says their skin is dirty, that their very magic can sully ours if we get too close. After watching Weasley suffer with his magic over the years, I assumed it was true. (Potter, of course, is immune to such misfortunes.)

The mudblood was true to her muggle nature and struck me right in the face. I can already feel her tainted magic like static through my veins, burning through my stomach and tingling up my neck. I've been practicing my summoning charm every ten minutes and testing the speed just to make sure there haven't been any permanent effects…yet.

Journal,

He did it. I know he did it. I don't know how he did it, but it must have been him. And I'll bet you anything, ANYTHING…he couldn't have done it without HER.

My magic hasn't changed since she touched me, and I can't help but be confused by the fact that for several years, the famous Potter's success has been due to her help.

I am faced with the terrifying fact that I have to start asking questions. Questions I've never allowed myself to think before. Ideas I've never allowed myself to entertain…

Father says mudbloods are beneath us, that they're dirty, that their magic is inferior. Now I know he was wrong about at least one of them…but was he wrong about all of them?

And if he was…what else was he wrong about?

Journal, can you keep a secret? I think I'm going to look into this.