Michael was lonely. An unfamiliar feeling for him, he usually had Larissa or some random female companion but now he really couldn't stand anyone's presence even though he knew he needed it. That's what led him to sit on a muggle swing in a very muggle playground. The early morning dew collected on the grass as he watched the horizon lighten in preparation for sunrise. It had been a rather depressing week. The more he thought the more he blamed it on Larissa. If she had really loved him she wouldn't have left the dark lord, putting him in a situation where he would kill her, consequentially leaving him alone. Yep, it was her fault.

He pulled a chain out from underneath his shirt. On the end of the chain was a key, it was fairly small and rather girlish in his opinion but it had been a gift from Larissa. She had magically engraved the words 'Key to my heart, mind and soul' on it and he only wore it to appease her rather skewed ideas of love. He never knew what it went to and for the most part he didn't care. He pushed himself forward on the swing, his feet brushing the grass that was threatening to overtake entire playground, he pushed forward and thought. The remnants of a waning moon sunk into the lightening horizon in front of him, everything seemed peaceful. The first rays of sunlight hit his back sharply, sending a fierce wave of heat into his body.

A few local morning joggers looked at him curiously as they passed but ignored him for the most part. Mourners were common enough to find in the park, as it was located only a block from the cemetery. An owl swooped by and dropped a small package in the young man's lap.

This is the diary of the late Larissa Dawn. May it be a small comfort in your time of loss.

Albus Dumbledore

Michael laughed hysterically at the small book in his hands. He fumbled with the broken lock before he clutched the key to his chest in realization. "Sly little bitch, never thought you'd be that smart," he smirked happily, unlocking the diary. Magic filtered over the diary, revealing page upon page of sensitive information that the side of the light would never know.

Michael stopped the swing and read the first page with rapt attention, it looked as if it had been glued in, a page that wasn't there to begin with.

Oh wow, I achieved the spell properly. Maybe that's because it's dark magic, oh well. Hello! I am a very powerful person you see, and not all that stupid or clumsy. If you are reading this then you either stole the key and the book or know me very well. Which if you know me very well you're probably laughing at my previous statement. Let's see, who would I give all this special info to? Athalyndi? No she'd burn it before she'd read it. Melanie? Briefly go through it then let Athalyndi burn it I suppose. Renna? Blackmail material on me (or my poor dead body as the case will probably be). Tania? I don't think I want her to know all the things I've done. Michael? That's probably it.

Well hello Michael. This book contains my life, including my love for you. If this does end up in your hands I hope you treasure it. If you don't... well I really can't threaten you at this point in time, maybe I'll think of something later, love you.

Larissa Orion Dawn

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AN:
Yes, I am sorry for this being late. My excuses are, my muses went on vacation, my job is wearing me down, I've had two friends in the hospital in the past two weeks and my computer died. I have a new one now, I named him Lucian. Hope this (extreamly pathetic and short) extra chapter makes up for it!