Description
Harry Potter destroyed my diary, but that's alright with me. Diary is a girly word anyway, unfit for mighty wizards, so I've started a Journal to offer you a glimpse into my life. History is written by the victors, and they have lied to you. I'll show you the atrocities of Albus and the greed of Granger. So pour yourself a mug of butterbeer, open a bag of Hippogriff jerky, and read on. Excerpt: "Once Dumbledore found out that my dad was a Muggle, he vowed to make my life miserable. Dumbledore forced the most gifted Seer of the time, Sibyll Trelawney, to curse me with one of her predictions. (He used the Imperius curse.) The prediction foretold that a young boy, born near the end of July, would kill me. You can imagine the fear I felt!"
Part One
