04/08/1987
Tuesday, August 4th
Dear diary, Dad got angry with me for not telling him about the diary-Tom yesterday, but he calmed down a bit when I told him I stopped touching it as soon as it started responding to me.
I didn't tell him about being absorbed or the strange feeling of wanting to touch it, not because I didn't want to, but because as soon as Dad touched it, I felt the urge to touch it again, and as soon as I did, we were both absorbed, and diary-Tom showed us everything he showed me yesterday.
Dad cast many spells to try to identify what the diary was, and diary-Tom kept asking for help.
In the end, Dad promised to help him when diary-Tom told him that it was a horcrux and that I was one too, and that the only safe way to remove it from me without killing me was to gather all the pieces into a new body (nice) that could feel remorse.
Anyway, a crazy day.
See you.
Bye