“A diary?” Harry shook his head. What was a diary doing here? He moved closer to it, and he saw the writing letters Tom M. Riddle he wasn’t going to read someone else’s diary! But…he was drawn to the diary somehow…and ended up opening it anyways. He had a feeling it was gonna be empty and it was. He decided to write something in it. “I am Harry James Potter. It’s 1992 and I feel like killing myself, goddamnit. Everyone else sucks, especially my relatives.” he wrote sarcastically.