Deep in the heart of the Ministry, there is a department unlike any other. Inside, an archway with a black veil holds a connection between our world and the next. For centuries, the Department of Mysteries has held onto this archway, trying to discover the differences between life and death, though nar-succeeding. However, the concern in this room lies, not with this archway, but with an object much more devious.

For beside this archway, in a hidden crook of the room, lies a book, rarely opened and never read. Invisible ink mark the tattered pages- though the ink is not always invisible. For a fraction of a second, each letter being written on the page hold colour, always a shining blood red. The writing is scripted, for the moment that it appears, and is always written with a steady hand, letters running across the page in a perfect display of language and penmanship...

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7/21/98
My name is Neville Longbottom, and I died today...

7/21/98
My name is Fred Weasley, and today, I died...

7/21/98
My name is George Weasley, and I died today...

7/21/98
My name is Remus Lupin, and I died today...

7/21/98
My name is Molly Weasley, and I died today...

7/21/98
My name is Draco Malfoy, and I died today...

7/21/98
My name is Ronald Weasley, and today, I died...

7/21/98
My name is Hermione G. Weasley, and I died today...

7/21/98
My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, and I died today.

7/22/98
My name is Harry James Potter, and I died today.

7/22/98
My name is Ginerva Weasley, and, today, I took my own life.

. . .

This book, this wonderful, magical, horrible book, holds the last words of the dead.