[ November 29, 1001 - eveningish; ]Requesting to live with the King in his palace is becoming strangely appealing.
[ written in after the later journal entries ]There's a point that needs to be made, and I can certainly be attacked for it, but it should be said because
I bloody experienced it, no one else did, no one else was there that night to experience it except my husband.
VOLDEMORT, that pale-faced, red-eyed, noseless bastard, is the
thing who murdered my husband before my eyes, came for my son and cast the Killing Curse that I saw coming for me before I came here. VOLDEMORT, that apparently
legitimately soulless monster, is who "murdered James and Lily Potter".
The next person to claim Peter Pettigrew murdered me is going to get slapped in the face.