8 May 1982 Private The plan to bury myself in work has mostly been a success. The more work I give my students the more work I have. The potions classes after the death of Lily Potter are going to historically be my most thoroughly and intensely taught classes. The students hate me.
And the year is quickly drawing to a close and I’m going to have nothing but time on my hands. Despite how busy I’ve kept myself, I have not been able to control the obsessive thoughts about the future, and it’s history. I don’t know if -no, that’s wrong- I know I’m not going to be able to keep myself from questioning Harry Potter for information on how time has changed. Obviously it has, and now I am no longer privy to what’s to come. James didn’t die.That has got to completely change what happens when Harry starts Hogwarts. And Voldemort’s return. Dumbledore has practically shut me out. Things are not progressing the same. I need to know.
I miss her so much. This hole in my chest is never going to heal. That much, I know, will never change.