Tattered Old Book

Hey Susan! How are you? I haven't bumped into you since that night at the Cauldron and I didn't know if I should owl you because I don't know if you remember me I've been busy. Thought I'd send you some post first chance I could get, and this is it.

I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do something again? I hear the Muggle clubs around here are a roaring good time, but it's your choice.

Sincerely,
J.F.F.

So, my first couple weeks back have been interesting, to say the least.

Been spending a lot of time at the Leaky Cauldron. More than is good for me, probably. Had a wonderful time with an old friend, Susan Bones. I hope I can see her again. And the other night I got dragged over by Ginny Weasly and Theodore Nott, of all people.

He was extremely attractive and I...

He was really cute when he smiled and he...

He's grown up well. I was surprised I recognized him. Ginny, though, was easy to identify though. I don't remember her saying much...in fact, I don't remember much of what happened. I hit the drink pretty hard, though not as hard as Theodore. Hope I didn't do anything stupid...

Got a new flat relatively close to Diagon Alley and a good chunk of money. Both gifts from my parents. They were a little emotional to find out that I'm alive. After the final battle they were told I was missing, but held a funeral for me anyways. I visited my own grave. It's rather nice.

Should probably find a job, though, just in case. Money should last me a while, but I feel bad lounging around all day long. Anyone got any suggestions?

Current Mood: curious

So I'm probably about to sound like a major git, but would anyone care to fill me in on what's been happening since the last battle of the war? I've tried reading the Prophet (which is never much help) or asking around (but everyone seems to look at me like I'm roaring mad. Which I was for quite a while). 

Obviously nothing too terrible has happened, but it would be nice to know what I've missed.

Current Location: London
Current Mood: indescribable

I bought this thing in a small shop north of London. Said it could record all my thoughts and feelings like a journal but that it was also connected to other journals and other things, so that others could see it. I can, of course, use a spell or two to filter who or what can see anything I write, but as of now I don't see the point. My life is no secret. Nothing I say in here will be of any great import to anyone but myself. But the hope that my story will be recorded for the future is a great one. I've never been one to think too much of greatness. I was a bloody Hufflepuff. It was hard work and dedication that was taught to us. And to accept who you are. 

Well, I have. 

My name is Justin Finch-Fletchley. I am not anyone famous. Or important. Or noteable. I have done my part to make the world I live in a better place just as everyone has. Yes, I was petrified years ago. I can never escape that. But I wouldn't exactly wager that's an achievment worth bragging over.

I found this journal on a journey home from a Muggle mental institution. The ones they throw stark raving mad people in. It was my fault I ended up there, but that's neither here or there. In the final battle against him, I ran during the final charge. One of the Death Eaters hit me with a memory charm, trying to destroy my mind I wager, but the shield I had put up dampened the impact. Rather than turning into a witless git I was instead left only with a few memories and my intuition. In that moment I aparated without thinking. I ended up somewhere in Scotland. Maybe I had been there as a kid? They found me on the street, wandering without a purpose, dressed in my robes and carrying a wand. Rather than do the proper paperwork, they simply threw me in a padded cell and stored all my stuff away. I like to think that if they had bothered to write down what I had been wearing someone would have come for me. But no one did. 

I don't know how much time has passed since I was in there. I can't even remember what year it was when the final battle took place. Now all I can do is head south, to London, and find my friends. Or someone. Someone who can tell me what happened. Someone who can clear my head.

I have one more train ride south today before I hit the city. From there, I intend to head to Diagon Alley. It's the perfect place to start, if any.

I'll write again when the inspiration hits me. Until then, I leave my fate to your imagination.

-Justin Finch-Fletchley.

Current Location: Cambridge
Current Mood: determined