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Diary: The Great Escape
Records of Injustice,

Today I record a gross negligence on the part of formally revered and immeasurably trusted, Sirius Black. He, in cahoots with my son - my own flesh and blood! - abandoned me to the vipers nest, knowingly leaving my persons in grave physical and emotional danger. It is by purely chance I survived as I did.

After a daring attack upon the ruthless Slytherins, my escape was circumvented by the crafty labyryith devised by the enemy for just such an occasion. Normally, I would never fall prey to such folly, but a natural paternal instinct warned me that my son - the very same that would so soon betray me - was in need of my assistance. In my haste, I made a nearly fatal error.

Trapped in an oubliette, I stayed stoically awaiting whatever help may find me, alone and unarmed. Immeasurable time passed before I heard signs of movement outside my torment. Stealthily, I conveyed our secret password through the walls. Almost immediately, they responded. My spirit rose at my rescue, but then, oh cruel fate, they turned against me. they informed the snakes of my whereabouts and left.

My enemies left me there for time upon time, without food or water. Desperately, I searched my prison for any tools to free myself. After hours of searching, I found a passage, but so ravenous were the beasts inside that in my unarmed state escape would be impossible. (No matter what anyone says, there was not a second door in the back of the storage closet, and I didn't scream like a little girl over a pair of bats. There were at least five.)

My trial seemed endless as the black stretched on for an eternity. Then, low and behold, my trusty weapon returned to me! With one fell blast, I freed myself from my captivity! Now, alone in the world, I strive for vengence against those who betrayed my trust.

(I have a bruise on my ass where I sat on my wand. I'm sure there had to be a far less painful way to find it. Besides, why didn't I hear it fall when I first locked myself in the closet? It had to have been magic. There's no way I sat on that floor for hours and my arse missed it that many times.)

Account of King James,
Illustrious Ruler of All.

P.S. - Sirius, I WILL find Peter's old underwear. Old and moldy. Probably brown in disgusting places, too.

P.P.S. - If I can't, I'll steal Snivellus'!

P.P.P.S. - Or HAGRID'S!