(Set in the time of The Philosopher's Stone)

Dҽαɾ Dιαɾყ,

I do not expect advice from a mere compilation of pages such as yourself. But this, I presume, is the one place where I can express my opinions, however grossly biased, and I shan't be judged.

Yesterday was the dreaded day of the first term. Nothing but bumbling first years entering the Great Hall in a disorderly manner, and senior students behaving like immature dunderheads.

To top it off, I recently had the honour of meeting our new... celebrity. Harry James Potter.

Ugh. Just saying the name disgusts me. I don't know what's so highly fascinating about a scar on one's forehead, however curiously shaped. The boy is the spitting image of his father – arrogant and careless, with his messy hair and glasses.
Except for his eyes of course.

Everytime I glimpse those emeralds green eyes, I am reminded of the wonderful woman from whom he inherited those green eyes. Not a day passes by when I don't think of Lily. Every single day, I mourn her death. Lily is the only reason I have vowed to protect the boy. To watch over her son is the one way I can ensure she didn't die in vain....She was a lady like no other...

The boy is an absolute dunderhead at my subject, not even knowing what a bezoar is. I wouldn't expect many to understand the subtle art of potion making anyway.

Potter seems to be well-liked by the other members of staff. I'm starting to grow suspicious about one professor though – Quirinus Quirrel.

I don't trust the man and I simply must find out what he's after. Anyway, the Philosopher's Stone is safe for the moment, so that's one positive thing.

Yσυɾʂ,
Sҽʋҽɾυʂ Sɳαρҽ.