The Hidden Journal of Albus Dumbledore
He found it when he was going though Dumbledore's old things. An old, black, leather book with frayed edges. The silver title shone out like a beacon on the rough surface… 'The Hidden Secrets of Me, Myself and I'
Professor McGonagall observed him over her glasses, watching him with a gentle, caring look in her eyes. She knew that Harry had lost so much the course of his life; his parents, his godfather, the closes thing to a grandparent he had ever had and he had had to leave his girlfriend, for fear that she would be next.
He walked out the room, down the stairs and headed towards Hagrid's hut. Harry reached the large, oak door and turned the handle. He stepped inside and moved towards the small desk in the corner of the room. Sitting down he gradually opened the tattered, antique cover and began to read the familiar slanted text.