PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

i want to go home.

Are lookalikes normal here, too? I know some crazy shit goes on in this place, but there's someone who looks exactly like my sister, and it kind of freaks me out because it's definitely not her.

I fell from my horse and I woke up to find myself in this place, and nothing here is how it should be and when I was out on the streets, there was this constant, strange feeling, as if all of the happiness had been drained away. It only ceased once I was pulled in through a door by a man who told me that this is America and that the year is 2005, 79 years into a future that I should not be witnessing.

This man near me was kind enough to show me how to use this thing and I must admit, it is quite unsettling. Not in a bad way, but in an unfamiliar way.

Can I not return home? Something must have pulled me here, correct? What was it? Does it have a name? If it was her I swear I’ll

darn it. where is tom. he knows about these muggle things. i can't figure out what i am doing. the question mark won't work. this makes my eyes hurt, how long do i have to wait for someone to say something.

hi, i'm merope gaunt. does anyone know a good-looking man named tom riddle.

ew. i hate this.

Has everyone here gone completely off their bird?!

Really. If you spend your entire life hating someone, whether they're evil or not, d'you really think that you'd want to hop on a bloody broom and start playing Quidditch with them? No. D'you really think that you'd want to hear your little sister talk about how "oh, well, Ron he's not so bad" and act as though there's absolutely nothing wrong with the bloke who was supposedly working with him and went off and pretty much was supposed to up and off Dumbledore? What about all the tormenting he did? All the years of insulting our family and making us look like the scum of the bloody earth?

I am NOT playing Quidditch. Not if he's going to be there. And d'you know what else? If he's living with us, I'm leaving.

Harry, Albus, Fred, I've nominated you to play. Hope you don't mind.

So, here's what I've come up with. As requested, James, Sirius and Harry are all on one team. If you want captains, pick them!

( Teams )

As you can see we have two open spots. So either we can do some shifting around and each play one man down, or we can recruit some people. There has to be some other magic users who can operate a broom and play.

It's up to you guys. So Sirius, whenever you're ready, let's get a game going. This place is mad enough as it is, I don't see why we can't just play in the part. It isn't like people haven't figured out weird things are going on in this city.

And just in case, there shall be no trying to kill, or cause serious harm to the other team. This isn't Hogwarts, let's not go back to playing completely dirty.

Why are you lot not flying yet? We've got more than enough for a decent game of Quidditch.

And don't start ragging on about the bloody Death Eaters. There's been plenty of matches they haven't bollocksed up. I'm sure not planning on letting them ruin my life anymore than they already have.

(this includes Draco, Severus, Merope in addition to the usual people. As usual, does not include Peter, Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Barty.)

Now that Crouch is here, as well as Fenrir, the Death Eaters are swelling their ranks. Don't draw attention to yourselves, either in person or in the communications. If anyone is going to go after Bellatrix and Crouch for their actions, it will be in numbers, and with a plan.

Although I know it will offend them when I say this, remember that there are children in this complex, and we don't need them in danger. After all, some of you certainly gave me enough lectures about that when I was that age and fighting in the war.

The Weir (yes, I've named it, and in a way so it might be confusing to our enemies) has new residents, namely Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, and Merope Gaunt. I expect that they will be treated with respect as is everyone else.

I think I've given up on this internet thing too soon. Muggle computers and internets can be very helpful on occasion when you're wondering what sort of sodding evil god brought you back from the dead only to put you next door to the greasy git.

Fiddle dee dee, said Scarlett. Fiddle dee dee indeed.

So, where ARE you all, my adoring fans?

Is it really so impossible for everyone to just get along?

The phrase Toujours Pur used to mean something. It used to stand for something and now my sister and my cousins have turned it into a joke.

Regulus ask them...ask the others of our world what I do to Black's who betray their line. Ask them how the House of Black ended and then find me. Because I will NOT see the legacy of the Noble House of our Fathers turn to ruin.

Potter, Tell me, did you cry for him at the end?

I will take the revenge that should have been His. And I will do it as I do all things. In his name.

Dora. I cannot stay. Because I would break every single one of our agreements upon first setting eyes on the lying fool of a traitor that DARES to claim my families heritage and name!

Narcissa contact me. We have family honor to restore.

I may have taken in Bella, but dibs on not taking in the Rat.

What makes someone a hero? Cause I'm sure as hell not...

And I mean the crime fighty kind. I know theres a trillion reasons to be called a hero but you know the kind I mean.

Are there criteria or something? Hero classes, what does it?

There's a big evil here in town. Or at least someone that will be. My gut instinct tells me that I should just off them, do well to make sure that they don't stand a chance at hurting anyone in the future, yeah? But there's that whole bloody morally just rubbish that I've had hanging over my head since I've started thinking about it, ranting on about how she isn't a murdering lunatic yet and that maybe she'll change.

What a load of waffle.

...right?

{Filtered to the Weasleys}

Dora Tonks has asked me not to speak to her husband or to Harry Potter about Sirius. But won't tell me why? She suggested if I really wanted to know why your family have so much of a problem with my future self I should ask you, so...I am doing. But whats the big deal about my brat of a cousin.

I know what side he takes and I know he dies and its all very sad and everything but it was a war wasn't it.

{Filtered to Scorpius}.

What do I do to make them hate me so. Is it so simple as being loyal to the Dark Lord. You are a pureblood. A Malfoy of good heritage. What happened that no one will talk about. Does it have to do with Sirius?

Also they say he...the Dark Lord, they say he...died...

Tell me what happened. Tell me how the war ended?. Did it end?

{Filtered to Merope}

I....believe I over reacted. The dissaperance of your son is not something I wanted ever to happen here and I was distraught.

I am sorry.

Tom?

Has anyone seen him? He can't be gone.

I smell so many of you... It overwhelms the senses.

Hello Nymphadora.

Hello Lavender.

I want to warn you lot against that Bellatrix bird.

She's a bloody lunatic and she'll stop at nothing to harm you and your mates. Don't go anywhere near her, yeah?

This no Quidditch thing is really getting to me. It's worse than when my brothers use to tell me I couldn't use their brooms. At least then I could actually steal them when they weren't looking. I think I'm suffering from very bad withdrawal.

And for my own personal amusement.

( these things aren't so bad )

I've had this unnatural craving for waffles. Joe, I blame you.

It is all right to go out during the day, right? I hate being stuck inside.

this is not little hangleton. this is not home. i do not know where i am. i do not know how this machine is working. it is so loud here. why are there no plants/ where are all the trees/ how do i get the question mark to work/ i can see it, it cannot work it. what kind of demon muggle contraption is this/

i want to know i need will someone help i demand as the heir of salazar slytherin that someone tell me what is going on1

please/