Dear diary,
These past few days have been rough. I'm in quite a bit of pain. I thought all hope might have been lost, but then a nice young man came and found me (Professor Quirrel). He graciously allowed me to settle myself on the back of his head. Together we traveled back to Diagonal alley (apparently, I had disaperated to a forest in Albania) and enjoyed a lovely mug of butter beer. The bartender lady looked quite nice. Now we are getting ready to go teach at hogwarts. Quirrel told me about a special rock that would revive me. I was pretty sure he had a little TOO much butter beer. He started rambling about unicorn blood and some other stuff, but I sorta zoned out. He is quite the looney, but at least he gave me a helping hand. How sweet of him. I honestly can't wait to help him teach at hogwarts. I asked to be a teacher once, but Dumbledore said that I was too soft on the kids. I better get to sleep now. It is kind of awkward sleeping on someone's head, but you get used to it. Love ya diary. Goodnight.
Love,
Voldemort
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Misunderstood
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