"..." Tom stared down at his diary. he had done it, he had made his first horcrux. he had placed a piece of hsi soul inside his dearest belonging! but something was...off. No, something wasnt right. Tom felt a strange pull towards the diary, To write in it, To open its pages..He slowly got out his quill and opened the covers of the diary hesitantly. he didn't know why he was feeling this way.