[Anyone opening their journal will now hear what sounds like an accidental recording. There is a lot of noise in background of stuff being packed up, before footsteps grow loud and two voices can be heard. One is completely unfamiliar, but strict and formal, the other belongs to someone you might know...]

That's just about everything then. You ready ( Read more... )

This is just...so wrong, all of it. Do these death eaters really feel nothing in hurting so many people?

I wish...I could do something, anything.

[Private: Slightly Hackable]

He'll want me to come home, I know it. Then who knows what. Fleeing the country again, always being on the run? How can I live like that now that I know everything? These people ( Read more... )