03/11/1987
Tuesday, November 3rd
Dear diary, today for the first time in my life, I shocked my dad.
Everything was fine in the morning, Tom still hadn't woken up so I had breakfast alone. I was eating peacefully until I felt a strong desire to go to Tom's room. I couldn't do anything else but go there. Once in the room, I saw little Tom sitting on the bed with his eyes closed and his arms stretched out to the sides. The strangest thing was that lines of golden light were coming out of his hands, and I realized that one of them was connected to me, specifically to my scar.
Tom opened his eyes, and they filled with tears. I felt a strong tug on my forehead and then an almost unbearable headache. I felt something warm running down my forehead, and almost immediately, my dad was in front of me, examining my scar. He then cleaned it with a handkerchief. I thought it would be blood, as it had happened before, but it wasn't; it was a golden liquid with the consistency of blood.
Tom's eyes stopped shining but remained a pale golden color, and then he fainted.
Tom woke up by lunchtime. He explained to us that the only peaceful way to dismantle the Horcruxes was through true repentance and that he had successfully absorbed all the Horcruxes, including Harry. The only problem was that he couldn't absorb the Tom-spirit because that piece of soul was too corrupted, so there was still a dark lord wandering around out there.
He thanked us and asked us to leave him at an orphanage. So I asked my dad if we could adopt him. That's when my dad was shocked and almost shouted at me for wanting to adopt a dark lord. But I don't think little Tom is a danger, and I don't want history to repeat itself and Tom to suffer again in an orphanage.
So, long story short, tomorrow we're going to have a meeting with everyone, and then we're going to the bank to adopt my new little brother.
Bye.