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September 1st, 1971
Fifth year is already off to a rocky start. Mary and Marlene are at war with each other. Since Marlene started seeing Meadowes, she’s gotten more sympathetic toward Slytherins. Mary thinks she’s a traitor. And I’m stuck in the middle. On the one hand, I can’t say anything because of my friendship with Sev. But there’s also the fact that Marlene will never, ever, know what it’s like to be muggleborn. Ugh, it’s just difficult. Things are changing. Name calling tuned into jinxes, and now we’re at the receiving end of dark hexes. I’m not sure exactly when our innocence died.
I think a lot of Mary’s stress (and my own, frankly) Started toward the end of last year. The Prophet is starting to report more and more disappearances. A Muggle family from Manchester has been missing for nearly six weeks now, they live in the same flats as Mary. I’m anxious too. Sev say’s that we’ll be okay so long as we have eachother, but I’m losing faith. I found some really dark books in his room over summer. It’s getting hader and harder to be his friend, if I’m honest.
I think the biggest shock to us all was Black. We’d seen it in the papers first; ‘Heir to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black Disowned on Yule’. The article said he’d found refuge with close friends, undoubtedly the Potters. I wrote to Remus of course, but he was tight lipped on the matter. However, Sev told me that Bellatrix Black had been bragging that she got to use unforgivables on him for hours. His little brother is being as tight lipped as Remus.
Potter has changed too. He didn’t set off any pranks on the train this year. He’s always set off a few dungbombs on the train. He’s grown too. Now he’s nealy as tall as Remus, he’s broader. Perhaps he played a lot of quidditch over the break. I don’t even know why I’m thinking of him, I have bigger issues.
The train is about to pull into Hogsmeade now. Hopefully the year will go better than I feel it will.
Lily.