I don't even know where to begin. Perhaps I shall start from the beginning. Everything has a beginning, yes? However, perhaps not. This place is still new, and while I can tell it isn't particularly similar to... oh, how do I put it? Mine?

To tell the truth, I was on my way to handle some important information using the floo-network. Everything now-a-days is so dark and twisted. I have always had to walk with my eyes glancing behind me due to... unfortunate circumstances, but with the new war, it is even more imperative to do so.

Oh, I'm rambling. The fact of the matter is, within the floo-network I did not arrive at my desired location. Instead I found myself admist the woods. How this happened, I'm completely and entirely unsure. Logically it isn't correct, seeing there wasn't a fireplace there to begin with. Then again, it could be a new type of magic. Honestly at first that was what I thought. Though when I wasn't attacked by Deatheaters, my fears slowly started to subside.

It was then I was met by the most peculiar thing. I knew it couldn't be worked by magic, I had attempted a few spells to no avail. Anyways, back to the point... It was some kind of muggle machine. A large fruit shaped head that bobbled around like those toys Sirius used to collect. He had always liked muggle things, and I'm sure he'd be fascinated by this almost as much as he was with his silly bike. No-- scratch that. Sirius loved that bike more than anything else...

...I'm rambling again. I do apologize dear Journal.

The muggle contraption had set me up in this house and even gave me this journal. I'm really surprised by this hospitality. There is even food and a safe haven for me. I think they knew of my... situation for a lack of better terms. This is really unsettling to me, does that mean they were expecting me?

I really have no idea... however it has been quite an event so I believe I shall get some rest. I can already feel the moon pulling at my old bones.

Till next time, my friend.
Remus J. Lupin