Writing in blood

[Shayne Lestrange]

This is a diary.

A diary which I intend to keep up to date. Just like my father did. I'm still ruling the school and having a whale of a time in the process. It's difficult to believe that I've been at this school for six years, soon to be seven. I feel as though it's a big part of my life, just like home, but I'm much more independent here. My friends are here. At home, there's no break. It's always someone wanting to know what I'm up to, whether I've done my homework, whether I've practised Quidditch, whether I'm going to get a job over summer and things like that. I mean, yes, home is brilliant, just not all the time. At least I can escape from Damian and Rodolphus here. We all lead our own lives, but everyone knows to watch out for us. We're an unstoppable force if we put our minds to it.

Now The Diary.

This is a tricky one. I told them about it last night. They seemed to take it well, but I'm still wary of them slightly. Yes they are my 'friends', but I feel as though I can trust some of them more than others. To be honest, I'm worried. Worried about what they think. I hate not knowing what they are thinking. I need to know. I need to know as much as I can so I can fit the pieces together and make the picture less blurred. The thing is...I haven't told Rodolphus that I've found the diary. Damian knows, heck he knew just minutes after I found it, walking into the study claiming to have won the race who could tidy their area the fastest. He was pretty much speechless, just as I was, but then he just moved on. He couldn't be bothered in taking the time out to read it, but I did. And I'm glad I did. It's leather bound pages have yielded many secrets, some I wish had stayed secrets.

One is an extremely big secret. One which just happens to be walking around Hogwarts this very moment. A certain Tristan Thomas. My father knew, knew that mother had been unfaithful to him, but he never let her know. My half-brother is a half-blood, with a filthy muggle father who he lives with now. But he doesn't know. He doesn't know that his mother lives and that he has siblings. I really should tell him, spread the joyful news, but I can't stomach the prospect of walking up and exchanging a somewhat polite conversation with him. But I still have to tell Damian and Rodolphus. I haven't told them yet because I only found out this morning, when I was reading the diary before the sun had even risen. I'm not sure how they will take it.

I have another secret. My life is full of them at this moment in time. This secret is not written down in the diary and I won't be writing it down in this one either, just in case. It will remain with me and hopefully just disappear so I never have to think about it again. No one must ever know.

Now to Quidditch.

Farewell.

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