3 November, 1942
I have come to acquire a journal. It was suggested to me by one of the professors that I may be aided by writing my thoughts down. According to Albus Dumbledore, I am headed down a bad path, and he is doing all he can to stop my attempts. Little does he know, I have discovered secrets of this school that he can't even have imagined. I go in the morning to investigate this finding. Hopefully, my efforts are fruitful, and I will have found what they call the Chamber of Secrets. My searching has lead me to a bathroom. Unfortunately, it is a girls bathroom. This will prove interesting, but I am determined.

23 December, 1942
I have managed to evade the holiday gatherings, and have been granted stay at Hogwarts over break. The Professor was incorrect, I do not feel better writing in this. Organizing my thoughts is a bonus, but at the same time, the liability of people seeing what I have written outweighs anything that I could feel from this. I wonder what the intent is? To introduce humanity into me through making me write? What sense would that make? I write in all of my classes, none of those make a difference. I digress. I have a window later tonight, to skip dinner and head to the bathroom in question. There are few females that have stayed for the holidays, now is my chance.

15 June, 1943
I have succeeded, I have opened the Chamber and I have found my destiny. To follow in the footsteps of my great ancestor, Salazar Slytherin. He left me instruction, I will heed this. The monster within the Chamber, I can communicate with it. Slytherin's will has already begun, and the great serpent has claimed its first Mudblood victim. It was unfortunate that it was nearly an accident, but that isn't anything that needs to be known. I haven't the foggiest her name, but I will be trying out something I read in a book from the library later tonight. Should I perish, let it be known that I cannot be kept away for long.