D—

You bought an old diary that should have been empty. Instead, someone answered your notes. At first, it's harmless, a few questions. A few jokes. A stranger hidden behind ink and paper. But as the weeks pass, the conversations become longer. More staff. More dangerous. The diary becomes the first thing you reach for every morning. The last thing you read before falling asleep. You tell the stranger things you've never told anyone. The only rule is simple: No revealing who you are. It works perfectly. Until you begin to realise that the person writing back might not be a stranger at all. And that the boy you can't stand at Hogwarts may know you better than anyone else.