My name is Shen Du, a descendant of a family that cultivates immortality.
The ancestor said that the memory was sealed to protect me. But everyone at Hogwarts remembers me.
Snape said he kept my notes for twenty years.
Lucius returned a white hosta to me, saying that I had left it with him.
Before Regulus died, someone brought me a message, saying that the only thing he did not regret was betraying the Dark Lord for me.
There was also a man named Tom Riddle who wrote in the diary beside my pillow: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
…
They all remember me. Only I forgot.
Twenty years ago I was the Professor of Oriental Arts at Hogwarts, hired by Dumbledore himself. Twenty years later, I became a freshman and sat in the classroom where I once taught.
They said, I promised to come back.
But I don't remember who I promised, and I don't remember why I left.
That night when I opened the diary, someone called my name softly from the other end of the page.
A voice asked: "Who are you?"
Another voice answered: "Someone who knows you."
I walked back and forth between two periods of time, and all the threads were held in other people's hands. I was the only one holding a thread that led to nowhere.
- But I must go back.
Because someone is waiting for me.
And I don't remember who he is.
Intent: Love and memory are the only coordinates by which we can anchor ourselves in the torrent of time.