Dear Journal,

That's how you're supposed to start one of these things, right? I honestly don't know, I mean, the last time I did anything even remotely similar was in my second year, with that whole situation involving the diary, but I don't think that counts.

So, I should probably start with where I am this time. Let's see, the year is 1960, and I have traveled approximately 38 years into the past. I'm in Italy, Venice to be specific, and I am sitting down in a quiet little cafe by the water front. It's about ten in the morning, and I am having dessert for breakfast. Why? Because I can, there is no one around to tell me otherwise, and to be quite honest, it's the café's fault for letting me order it in the first place. If you're really not supposed to have dessert for breakfast, then they shouldn't let you order it.

Ok, what else is there...oh right! This is the third place and time that I've been forced to visit, but the first one I'm writing about. It's been 14 days since I went to sleep, like usual, in my bedroom in 12 Grimmauld Place, only to wake up in the Amazon rainforest in South America. I spent 5 of the 14 days I've currently been forced to travel, wondering around lost, since apparently whatever is making me travel only allows me to apparate in the place that I'm presently in. That meant no going back to London, and since I had never been to South America before, no going anywhere else besides the rainforest. Though I will admit that the whole experience wasn't entirely bad. I got to have a few good conversations with some friendly snakes that I met, and I got to see a couple of amazing looking animals.

But like I said, I only spent five days there, because on the 5th day, a strange necklace appeared around my neck. It glowed for a few seconds before whisking itself, and me, away to the next location.

I reappeared in London, but I was a few years off from my original time, the year being 1990, instead of 1998. Looking back, I probably should have gone to where the Dursleys lived to check in on my younger self, considering that I hadn't even started Hogwarts yet, and I was still with them, but I decided against it. Instead, I just hung around Diagon for four days, waiting to see if the same thing from before would happen again, and sure enough, it did. I woke up on the 4th day this time, instead of the 5th, in the room I had rented out at the Leaky Cauldron, thinking that I was just going to spend that day like I had the days previous. I was wrong. A few minutes after I woke up, the necklace appeared again, and I only had enough time to grab the bottomless bag that I had filled with money from my vault before I was gone, appearing this time in 1960 Italy, and that's where I still am now, 5 days later, and still no sign of the necklace.

I decided to stop by Italy's magical district to stock up on a few things that might come in handy later, and that's where I bought this journal. It has a never-ending supply of pages, and is spelled against the elements and theft. It cost me a few galleons, but I figured it was worth it, since I had decided that it would be a good idea to write down everything that's happening to me. That all happened yesterday, and here I am now, today, putting the journal to good use.

It's funny, but I realize now that this was a better idea than I had thought at first. Writing everything down is helping me get my thoughts in order, which is something that I really need, since this whole situation is making me feel like I'm about to go crazy. I mean, I know that I told myself that I wanted to travel after the war was over, but not like this. Not when I don't know where I'm going, or why I'm being forced to go there.

But writing is helping me calm down, and honestly, I think that I've worried about more than enough things in my lifetime. Whatever this is, doesn't seem to be hurting me, so for the time being, I'll just try to think of this as a very magical vacation, that doesn't seem like it is going to end anytime soon, and that I can't leave even if I wanted too.

What a pleasant thought.

But anyway, until next time,

H.J.P.B