Everyone in the Burrow blew up. Not literally, of course.

Harry, Hermione and Ron stared at all of the angry adults whom were shouting and arguing with Dumbledore. Mrs. Weasley, of course, was the most appalled. Harry could imagine what was going through her head. Children?! Why children?! Is he so desperate to recruit children?! Does he think we're winning, so he has to step it up and recruit children?! But they're just children, for goodness sake!

Just thinking about it, Harry almost laughed. But this was not a laughing manner.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore shouted in the angry noise. Immediately silence bore down into the room. It was so quiet that Harry's ears started ringing. "Now, I have no more news on the matter, so I will leave and consult my most trusted spy. Now if you will excuse me."

Everyone moved out of his way to the door, not daring to meet his gaze. "Albus," a voice from the back said angrily.

Dumbledore turned to see Molly right behind him, her angry gaze locked onto his. "Yes, my dear Molly?"

"I want you back here in two days tops!" she ordered. "I need some explanations. Surely you aren't going to recruit children as well?"

"Why Molly," Dumbledore said. He seemed truly flustered at the mere idea of recruiting children. "Why would I ever do such a thing?"
It was silent for a moment as Molly stared at the old man. When she seemed to see no lies or hidden intent, she relaxed and smiled at him. "Good. Now, I do expect to see you here in two days to focus on what to do next, hm?"
Dumbledore smiled wildly at her, the twinkle behind his eyes coming back in full force with his amusement. "Why of course, dear Molly. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

And with that, he was gone.

Harry stared at the doorway, lost in thought. Only when Ron nudged him did he come back to earth. "Harry mate, you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he replied. When Ron still looked at him suspiciously, Harry let some of his annoyance through. "Really, Ron, I'm fine. I was just lost in thought is all."

"Okay, fine. But I was just talking to 'Mione about reading some more of my ancestor's journal to look for battle strategies. You in?"

"You bet!"

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June 7th, 1802

Yuu-Chan is still in the Infirmary; Matron is taking care of him. Allen hasn't left his side since then. I had to lug around a big cart of food to the Infirmary just so he would eat. I tried to drag him, kicking and screaming, into the cafeteria, but the man had some strong arms and grip.

Ever since getting decapitated, Yuu-Chan was stuck in a coma. He's been healed physically, but since his brain was disconnected from his body, he needed to heal on his own, bring himself out of the coma. Allen's been talking to him, Lenalee and I even stopped by to drop in a few words. I've been calling him by his first name, teasing him about Allen, smacking his cheek a little bit to make him know we aren't just figments of his imagination.

It's weird. I don't think Yuu-Chan has an imagination. With him being an experiment, and his programmed default emotion being anger, I don't think he can even think on his own. Someone has to think for him. But I know he has feelings.

He loves Allen. It's pretty easy to see that. He cares, he loves, he hates, he can feel sorrow, he can feel plenty emotion. But his mind is a tumult of disobeying his orders of being an Exorcist, and being gentle and loving.

When I first met Yuu-Chan, he was the grumpiest, angriest, and fiercest person I've ever met. When he's training, he puts the same effort into it as he does when he's actually battling akuma. And when he's fighting akuma, he's never been defeated. Well, except for yesterday.

Kanda is fast, too. When I tease him, I don't even see him move and his sword is at my neck. He's also strong. He can hold back a two ton akuma from attacking Allen. He can hold back Tyki! That's an accomplishment in itself.

And when Allen came into his life, he became more and more angry, more closed. At first, I didn't know what was going on. But then I got a good look at Allen and his goodness. When I saw his innocence, the way he cared for everyone else and neglected himself, I saw what he was doing to Yuu-Chan. He was changing him, and the program inside of Yuu-Chan didn't agree with it.

He was fighting his feelings, fighting with Allen, trying to keep himself familiar. It was a surprise, too, when I eavesdropped on one of their fights one day and found Yuu-Chan pushing Allen against the wall and kissing him. I almost got a nosebleed!

But it wasn't a surprise to me when they actually got together. And since Allen made Yuu-Chan less than an ass, the Vatican allowed it. Wow, the church allowed a gay relationship. Probably because Yuu-Chan obeyed them more and fought akuma twice as hard—

"Okay, this isn't giving us any information on how to fight," Ron interrupted. They were all reading it silently over Harry's shoulder, but Lavi wasn't giving them good strategies.

"Hold on, let me see it." Hermione grabbed it out of Harry's hands, pulling out her wand.

"Wait, 'Mione, we don't know if it has any magic in it," Ginny said. She was still wary of diaries ever since she was possessed with Tom Riddle's diary.

"It'll be fine," Ron dismissed.

"Yeah. All I'm doing is searching it."

"For what?" Harry asked.

"Battle strategies. It's simple really. All I have to do is make a wish, or a request, and the spell finds it for me."

"Wow," Ginny whispered. "What spell is that?"

"It's called Nesechio."

"I just wish we could meet them, don't you?" Ginny asked. Everyone agreed.

"Guys, what's that?" Hermione asked.

They all looked down at the diary. There was a black dot in the middle of it that steadily grew bigger and bigger. It was like ink. It was hypnotizing. Harry couldn't stop watching it.

"What's going on?" he asked, taking Ginny's hand when she started to freak out. She relaxed and he smiled at her.

"I'm not sure."

Hermione grabbed it, but before she could do anything, Ron grabbed it as well to try and take it away from her. They started tugging it, fighting over who got it and whatnot.

"Guys, guys!" Harry yelled, grabbing onto it as well, trying to stop the fighting and take it away from them. Ginny grabbed onto Harry's hands, helping him.

Then, they were sucked into the diary, leaving it on the ground, and open.

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Okay, another chapter done. I'm just evil aren't I? Leaving you guys with a Cliffie. Shame on me. Oh, well, I guess I'll just wait for ten reviews… Sigh. It's up to you guys if you want more. :D You know the drill. Read and Review!