"He was calm, to begin with." Harry frowned in confusion. "He claimed to be "a memory, preserved in a diary for fifty years.’ But it was strange. He wasn't like a ghost, he looked so solid and real, except for the fuzzy and blurry edge around him." Amelia frowned at the description, it wasn’t anything she had heard about or come across in her years as an Auror or as Head of the DMLE.