Well. It has been quite a night.
In my many years of experience with prophecies and the art of reading the future, I have rarely encountered an evening of such prominence as this one. I imagine the centaurs are having quite a time of predicting our demise tonight. The stars do not hide such things, and it will be told across the skies.
When I first realised Harry would be staying in the house alone, the thought had occurred to me that he may stumble upon some bit of information relating to Mrs. Black, and the substance from which she was truly made. But never did I expect for him to learn quite so much, and piece it together quite so well. I'm positive that she did not either, or I rest assured Sirius Black would still be quite dead.
I suppose Harry is quite good at riddles, after all.
And now he has made a sacrifice. A very important sacrifice. He has sacrificed his blood, the blood imbued with the power of the ancient magic his mother used to save his life. The blood filled with the same magic as the evil that wishes to kill him - the blood which shares properties with that nearly-immortal substance which runs through Tom Riddle.
It is all coming full circle. Lily's sacrifice, Tom's ambition, and Harry's love have wrought something so powerful, so ancient, that he was able to bring his godfather back from the Black veil.
And on the same eve of something so powerfully stirring, a new threat rises.
Lucius, the morning star of the new evil. I hope that they are well prepared for you when you come. If you attempt to take my place.
The castle will be waiting.
Nuværende humør: indescribable