DIARY ENTRY: 2 September, 1942
There are dungeons in this castle, just like the notes said. Real dungeons, hidden away beneath our dormitory. They're filled with rats, now, and the enchantments on the equipment have faded so as to be unusable, but once they made men fear and tremble and weep, made mothers beg and offer everything for the lives of their offspring until their own pain had broken them utterly.
Although I can taste the ancient echoes of power, still alive in Slytherin's secret workplace, these rooms are not my inheritance. They are still not that which I have been seeking.
The castle has not whispered to me since I have arrived. I didn't dream last night. There was simply nothing, an endless night of being trapped without a thought.
I wonder if I can get inside their dreams. Must look into that, before it becomes too quiet.
Although I can taste the ancient echoes of power, still alive in Slytherin's secret workplace, these rooms are not my inheritance. They are still not that which I have been seeking.
The castle has not whispered to me since I have arrived. I didn't dream last night. There was simply nothing, an endless night of being trapped without a thought.
I wonder if I can get inside their dreams. Must look into that, before it becomes too quiet.