"You are sure?" She finally gasped out, "How?" Her brown eyes narrowed, watching like a demiguise as Harry reached over to his robe on the chair and pulled out a plain black diary. He handed it over easily, and Amelia noticed the damage immediately, it had a massive puncture through the leather cover and went at least halfway through the book. As she grabbed it, she grimaced as her hands felt wet, looking down there was a black liquid seeping out of the puncture, but was thick and tacky like blood, trickling down her wrist, staining her hands.