It's better with Veritaserum.

I wrote a letter to Miss. Comptum, telling her what I could not say. It was a most difficult task to accomplish - to tell someone, anyone, a stranger who I do not know and ( cannot trust )

Miss. Comptum threatened to take my journal today.

She rebuked me for not engaging in the process - fuck, I am trying! - and said that if I was using the journal as a substitute then it would be confiscated. She insisted on looking at it, and told me that if I attempted to post to Harry again, the bonding would be immediately cancelled.

( Bitch. )

I swear to all the gods I am going insane.

( Harry, this is so much harder than I ever expected, could have ever known. )

Harry, are you there? Can you see this?

( Fuck, of course you fucking can't. )

Harris Pennyfeather
Editor-in-Chief
Daily Prophet

Mr. Pennyfeather

I demand the immediate and permanent termination dismissal of ( Rita Skeeter. )

The election is over and our future is secure. Lucius has won - his leadership and charisma have brought us this far, and I am confident that his thoughtfulness and care will bring us into peace.

( The Acting Minister having been insane enough to call an election upon a working day )

Dear Mr. Whimple

After some discussion, Harry and I have changed the wording on the invitations. I hope it is not of great inconvenience to you. ( I look forward to your arrival in the morning. )

My very dear

How is he? And you? How are you now that the strain is over?

( Narcissa, might I come for tea? )

My brother dear Lucius

( I wish to warn you of some of the side effects of the antidote to the poison. )

My dear Pansy

( I write to enquire after your health after the terrible days we have been through. )