Feburary 10th 1108

Today I proposed a magnificent idea. Pure bloods alone should be allowed into hogwarts, those not of pure heritage should not learn magic, they have not the soul or the bones to use the ancient art. Magic is a symbol in the form of a snake, a streamed animal that has no wing or fur. A snake is white, a white snake shalt cometh on to the earth and purge the torn bloods in years a many from now.

Bloods that have been mixed and torn should not have the art of magic as it is considered unclean by the scriptures of old. The dark arts recquire those only untorn bloods.

So Gryffindor and Ravenclaw took this idea better than I thought at first, they thought and considered it then consulted their thoughts with their spirits whom rejected this basic idea. I was cast away and tortured for even proposing the idea.

At the very time I am writing this I am a broken man, locked away with no food or water. My untorn blood weeps a great loss for Hogwarts will now be purged. Torn bloods will be spilt as the chamber of secrets, my creation will open and the white snake shall purge the torn bloods.

I commit a great sacrifice for everyday I live the torture becomes worse from the Eagle and Lion, my death edges closer. My magnificent idea was rejected.

But hufflepuff stands with me, she nurtures my spirits and conjures my martyrdom. Hufflepuff is risking her own untorn soul for mine. I admire her for sticking with me and believing in the idea of mine, the magnificent idea.

I hear footsteps now, no paw steps of teh lion and scratching talons of the eagle. They are coming to punish me for a simple idea. They are coming to destroy me and shame me for generations.

Their whips shal crack the bone of my spine. This will be my last diary entry, the last chapter of my life until the white snake cometh.

Salazar Slytherin