Who else had a knowledge of enchanted diaries that caused strange phenomena? What if the two diaries were somehow related in magical property, if not an outright horcrux itself. Alphie’s words replay in her mind, and she can’t help but the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Maybe she isn’t in 1945, after all. Maybe she’s just trapped in the diary, ensnared by its bizarre and dark magic. Just like Ginny had been.  