June 7th 1958

Dear Diary,

Yesterday at dinner Minerva told me what was wrong. I was so shocked by what she told me. I jumped up and knocked the table over. I did not talk to her, until very early this morning. I could not sleep so I went to see her. When I walked in, she was lying on her bed, crying softly. I sat next to her, and apologised. She told me it was fine and I was bound to be shocked. We talked about it and decided to keep our child.

Yours,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry stopped reading, as interesting as it was. There was a large tea stain right in the middle of the page. Harry thought about Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore's very adventurous past, and the child. Was it still alive? Was it a girl or a boy? What was it like? With all these thoughts in his head, he picked up the diary, turned the page and started to read.