We had to move to a different house. Even though it is only a few miles away, I still feel terrible and want to go back. Our new house is a lot nicer and cleaner so far. It is out of town and it came with a lot of land. There is a nice place in the back few miles for my cousins and brother and I to play quidditch. We are in a wizarding community so we are allowed. We had to move because my dad got into a big fight with the muggle neighbors about the hours Regulus and I get home every night. The neighbor called the police who had us evicted after dad hurt the man with his wand. We aren't allowed back. The only lucky thing about this moving is that I don't have to leave Hogwarts or move any farther away. We happened to move farther away from the only family that considered me, the odd one, part of their family. My parents don't seem to care how I feel about this whole thing. My friends were sympathetic but none of them have contacted me since I moved. I feel stranded and depressed. Without my friends beside me for this ordeal, it gets very hurtful. They are all together but I am left out of the group. Excluded. Alone.
No matter how much I hated that place, it was my home. 13 Grimmauld Place, home. It is the same thing. I miss it so much. I dream about it every night. I get lost in the corridors and slide down the banisters or tease Bella and Narsissa. My dreams take me home. I had gotten so used to the routine of things there. When you move, your entire routine changes and there is nothing you can do about it. My only way to compensate is to write in this journal every time I feel something. I write what I feel. It was Moony's idea while we were still at school last year. I haven't yet made any new friends around here. I don't even want to try. Nothing lasts forever. Why should I make new friends? I'll just end up hurting them or myself again. There is no point in new friends. I did have alot of friends at Grimmauld Place. Wether they were elder witches and wizards or muggle grandparents or kids my age or adults just starting their lives together. I had all kinds of friends. I had responsiblity there too. I was the neighborhood dog-sitter. Not too hard a job but it was my only means of getting money. No one around here has a dog. I can't earn money here. I think I was really starting to feel something special with the girl down the street. She was a witch too. She is a Ravenclaw in my year. But, since I had to move, I don't know how she feels.
You know the feeling you get when your parents punish you for something your sibling did? That is about how I feel now. My parents screw up and God punishes me... I miss everything from Grimmauld Place. The dust, the girl, the view from my window, the neighbors,. . . the list goes on and on. I even miss all the things I hated about the place.
God... I want to go home so badly... Nothing makes the hurt go away.
A/N--Anyone who has had to move, like me, knows the feeling. You don't want to meet anyone new, you just want to go back to the old way of things... The "try new things" speech is old. I don't like it and frankly don't care about "new things." I want to go home too. I bet everyone would like to go back to where they where they consider home. The problem is, we can't. Most of the time our job or family or other outside forces keep us from the place of our dreams. Home.