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May, 1997 - It's been many years since I kept my thoughts in any form other than mist and echoes. Not since my years at Hogwarts did I keep a journal, and then those thoughts were misguided, jumbled.

What I write here may be dull, though in these dark days I find it hard to keep my silence much longer. Where do I begin? Where it always begins.

My name is Carson Valitur, a young wizard, graduate of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I spent an uneventful childhood in a quiet and loving home, strangely alienated among my family.

I often wonder if I would still be lost in my own home if I hadn't ever received that letter from Dumbledore. There are times I regret having gone to Hogwarts, but they are few and far between. After all, there is no more home left to be lost in.

My closest, if not my only remaining friend in this world continues to be Charlie. We met while he was near to graduation from Hogwarts, he discovered me out at the quidditch pitch one evening. He too had wanted to use the cover of night to get some flying in. Of course, we both would have drawn a crowd had we been flying during daylight. What with his skill and

I digress. Charlie continues to stay loyal to me, his family still caring and close to me as well. I will never forget the favors Arthur and Bill did for me in my first few years out of school. However, the ministry and Gringotts were never my taste. I longed to research with Charlie, to get a bit of danger in my life. I suppose if I'd only stayed on with Gringotts or the ministry I'd have plenty of that now, what with the Dark Lord at his full strength again.

I dare not say that I would not shy from his presence, but I feel no special concern for him at the moment. An ocean separates us, his eye turned hatefully on my old school. Although I feel an affinity with Dumbledore, I cannot risk his requests. His club has made fine progress without me. Though it remains to be seen if it has all been in vain.

Charlie keeps coming to me, asking for help. And though I love him as a brother, I am beginning to worry that he too is running himself too thin. I've seen the ministry and Dumbledore lately, they have grown thin, tired. So has Charlie. Our last trek to Peru left him even more drained.

While I'm on the topic of that trip, I'd like to make note that I finally found use for Samantha's hair. I must say that in Ollivander's absence, the Peruvian wand-maker I found did quite the excellent job. Palo verde wood is especially known for its magically capabilities, but I had no idea he would preform so well.

Well, I suppose that is enough for my eyes. Tired as I am, I fear I cannot think of another bit of knowledge required for the beginning of my journal. And here is where we come to recent events.

I am now set to be a professor come August. I do not quite know whether to be excited or terrified. The idea of teaching has been a calm and quiet one for many years, but to put it into action seems overbearing at first. But I do feel that my skills may be put to use in teaching these young-lings in their time of need. There are dark days ahead and they need protectors. Perhaps it is time that I do something to combat the Dark Lord.

Audric Lucien approached me quite recently, though I am still not sure why he chose me, or how he knew to reach me. Nevertheless, I have agreed to become a founder at his school, Venificus. I have taken up defense against the Dark Arts... I never especially found any interest in the other subjects and I know that it will come in handy to my pupils.

I am to travel back to Hogwarts in June. I wish to speak with Severus and Dumbledore before I set out on this adventure, my two favorite teachers must certainly have some bit of advice to impart before I tackle it head on. I suppose I could merely send a post, but I imagine it being my last vacation - perhaps my last trip to Hogwarts.

I think that is enough for this tired hand.