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Hidden Treasures Chapter 3 Posessions

Flipping through the pages, Harry thought that this book was familiar somehow. He leaned back on his elbows to think properly,

"It reminds me of an ancient version of the photo album that Hagrid gave me at the end of first year, except no leather binding."

There were photographs of 4 Privet Drive. They had to be twenty to thirty years old. Harry's mother and his Aunt Petunia were sitting on the front stoop waving to the camera. An awkward, thirteen year old Petunia looking amused next to her younger, ten-year-old sister. They looked happy.

Harry squinted through the dust at the next picture. He was startled to see a photo of an older couple holding hands with the faces burned off with what looked like a cigarette, but to the more trained eye, could've been made with a wand. The caption was scratched off and replaced with a new one in a foreign language.

"I'll have to copy it down and ask Hermione about it later. Hopefully she won't be suspicious." Harry thought, while he idly turned the page to see a picture of his dad smirking at him mischievously and winking. This picture was different. A muggle camera took all of the photos before this. Harry was quickly bored of the album and set it aside, promising to himself that he'd look at the rest later.

The next item lifted out of the trunk was a journal with a creamy-colored lace border. The initials P.E. and L.E. were written in calligraphy at the bottom. He opened the journal. The first page was empty; the pages continued to be empty as he flipped them. Harry was confused. This could possibly be yet another thing to ask Hermione about tomorrow.

"Invisible ink maybe?"

Harry concentrated hard on the dull paper. Some pages were drastically dog-eared, just as if someone marked them.

"Could this be like Riddle's diary? Maybe I should write something and they will write back. These could be the initials of my mom and Aunt Petunia before they hated each other. I could be wrong, but I am still curious. Of course my mom wouldn't attempt to make a Horucux. What an idea! I think I will take this with me." Harry hastily stuffed the journal in his pocket as if someone could be watching.

This time Harry actually put his face in the trunk to have a closer look. It was suddenly dark.

"Lumos!" He said with some quick thinking.

He found himself ogling a pair of matching wedding bands lying atop a parchment with crinkled edges and glowing letters. It was Harry's own certificate of birth.

Harry James Potter: July 31, 1981

Thinking it might come in handy; he folded up the parchment and put it neatly inside the front page of the journal. The trunk was now empty. Harry put the album back and threw the loose photos on top of it and locked the trunk.

"It is getting late. I'll get some sleep tonight and try the other locks tomorrow night."

He picked the journal, and his only official birth certificate off the floor where he left them and headed down the high steps to his bed.