001 - [Audio]
[A groan can be heard as a new arrival is slowly waking up. After a moment during which one can assume he’s getting his bearings straight, he finally speaks up in a low murmur.]
Why’m I so cold? It shouldn’t be this-…. Bellatrix! Hermione? Hermione, where are you? …Hermione!
[Scrambling to his feet, he apparently kicks the journal besides him.]
Eh? What’s this? Last bloody thing I need is another one of Riddle’s childhood diaries at my heels.
[There’s a pause and the muffled sound of pages being flipped.]
Huh…no writing. Not even a name. And no mention of, ‘Dear Diary, today I went completely mental and decided to kill every Muggle-born I can get my hands on,’ so I suppose that’s good. Unless it’s another Horcrux that’s gonna have a go at making me mental. Because that was loads of fun, being angry and irritated and stupid and alone…. Where’s Gryffindor’s sword now that I need it?
[And have one more, longer pause. ]
Hermione! Harry! Hell, Dobby… where did you lot go?!