My third year: again, Harry and I end up sharing much in common. Certain professors thought I was the culprit, but I wasn’t. I think you can understand why I was never put in the books… simply because I was too complicated. Having one main character is much better.

I find myself hard to find in this book. I often think that I must be the diary, perhaps even the Basilisk. Some sort of means of persuasion that illustrated how people felt about my darker side. My Slytherin side but I admit that it is something I think about a lot and then I think of Fawkes.

Fawkes, a phoenix, someone who transforms, rises from ashes and breathes new life to someone in pain. There is also the sword of Gryffindor that presents itself at various times but I don’t think this could be me. It must be more likely that I would be a bird, no?

No matter what I wish that I had had the opportunity to meet young Tom Riddle because I have things, I want to say to him. Even if I could have seen a memory.