The boy who loved dragons too much

10:00pm: Back in business
All I have to say is, after three months of eating nothing but rice and beans, I'm looking forward to getting back to England.

8:34am: That's it.
I'm going back to Hogwarts today. If anyone needs me, owl me.

12:40am: Well Christmas and the New Year have passed rather interestingly. The house was full of company, though I kept to myself mainly and tried to stay out of the way. I can't explain it really, but I didn't feel very social and more of a scrooge really. I did exchange presents and gave our visitors some hellos. Then I went and hid back in my room and read.

I actually have quite a bit of reading to do before spring term begins - odd. I feel vaguely like I'm back in school again and have a project due when I get back. Only not really. As I said, it's odd.

That's about all that's going on. I'm looking forward to being back at school, strangely enough. This house is still so foreign...and now very crowded. At least at the school I have places I can go to get away from everyone. I could use it lately.

On an unrelated note, I do hope Hermione is alright. I'm sure Billy will be able to fix whatever is happening with that amulet. I promised him I'd see if I could find anything when school starts up again.

4:47pm: Holidays
Christmas is coming, and oddly I'm not really looking forward to it. I'm back at the Burrow now and I've spent a lot of time wandering in the forest near here by myself...trying to figure things out. I've also spent a good deal of time talking to Dad about life, and the future with me. It's interesting to see how much of a difference there is when it's just he and I, rather than him, Mum, and I. I feel like a child when I'm with both of them.

So another Christmas by myself. I'm feeling self-pity today, which is odd considering I'm usually the last person that feels sorry for themselves. I guess Bill and Tonks are officially "together". George is seeing that girl Hannah. It looks as if it's just Fred and I again that are on our own. And he at least has George.

Alright that's enough of that. So yes, been wandering and contemplating. Bought some neat presents for the kids and for Mum and Dad as well. I hope Dad likes the radio I got him. We don't pick up many Muggle radio stations out this far, but we do get a few. I know that he's going to like his present. Hell I could have got him a plug and that would have made his week.

Tom and Pebbles are here with me at the Burrow. I haven't told anyone about them, but I couldn't very well leave them alone over the holidays. Despite the fact that he's a tough little man, Tom refuses to admit he needs to mend more before he returns to his regimen. And, I won't admit I really enjoy their company. They're almost like pets. Just don't tell Tom that.

Anyhow, time to go and help Mum with cleaning up for dinner. Cheers.

6:40pm: Tom's recovering nicely, and it looks like Pebbles (his horse) will live as well. I was worried. I spent all last night awake keeping an eye on them alongside Walter. It's odd to have over-night company in the form of paper people.

So the Ball starts tonight. Bill is coming to visit and to take Tonks with him apparently. That's good, he deserves that little bit of happiness. The Twins will be here as well so it looks like we're only missing Prissy Percy this time. Then we'll all head home to the Burrow for Christmas. At least I'm planning on it - I don't know about my siblings.

And it also appears I'll be the only adult Weasley (besides perhaps Fred?) without a date to this ruddy thing as well. This means another lecture from Mum about how I'm not "settling" down and how she has no grandchildren yet AGAIN this year. Oy. Why me? Why not Bill? He's at least got a girlfriend. But otherwise Christmas should be pretty calm and uneventful. I'm looking forward to the quiet. Being at school has reminded me how you never have privacy.

At least I get my own bath this time 'round. No more sharing. That's worth it in itself.

12:28pm: I'm so mad I could literally spit.

The Daily Prophet has gone from vaguely competent journalism to the mockery of it in just a few short years. As if the constant defamation of Harry last year wasn't enough, now they're going after Remus. Poor guy.

I'll probably write a letter to them as well after classes today. I'm still worn out from the weekend. I spent most of it fighting a slew of kneazles that had escaped their cages and taken up residence in the Hufflepuff Quidditch locker-room. If I never see another kneazle, it will really be too soon. I'm also missing a few sickles from my pocket change.

I need to get off to my afternoon class and maybe pop 'round to see Seamus. If he really does want to get into an Independent Study we need to talk about things. Anyway, I'm off.

2:48am: First off, classes went really well today. I had sixth years and third years. Considering that I know absolutely nothing about teaching and that I'm much too cute young to be anyones teacher, it was a really good time. We spent some time reviewing where they were with Hagrid and then I started with some new stuff. I think they enjoyed it, at least no one was falling asleep or throwing rotten vegetables at me. Maybe they save that until the second lesson?

( Locked to Remus and Sirius )

5:01pm: My head hurts. Ouch.

First class in a few minutes and I really, really, hope (for their sake) they aren't too loud.

1:04am: O...kay.

So this is odd. I'm about to become Professor Weasley. I'm not exactly sure what to think about this, except to be unbelievably excited. I've never wanted to teach, not really, but I hadn't ever ruled it out. Now I get the chance to find out if I'll actually be any good at it.

Oh, yeah and I went to work at the Ministry yesterday and today. But who cares about that?

11:50pm: Okay that was honestly the strangest thing that's happened to me in awhile. Mum and Dad were gone for the evening and I hear a knock. I answer; it's Remus.

I'm not saying it was bad he came to talk. I just thought it was odd, as we're not terribly close, but I think got more so tonight. I just hope it helped. I somehow doubt my abilities as a psychotherapist and I'm keeping my day-job. However, it can be really good just to get some of that stuff out in the open and off your chest. And besides, I find everyone else’s' lives fascinating compared to mine.

Dragons. Quidditch. Dragons. Quidditch. Occasionally family. Dragons. Dragons.

So tomorrow we're heading up to the school to "visit" Ron and Ginny. Remus suggested just going if Dumbledore didn't write an owl back, which he hasn't. I'm not surprised. It's not like he doesn't have something ELSE to be doing.

And work starts Monday. Joy. Last I saw Newt he was hobbling around like an old man. I'm sure some things never change.

12:33am: Well I had an interesting evening at Bill's flat. It's nice. One day I'll live in a real place of my own, instead of wandering between my parent's house and the barracks of the Reserve. I might even learn to cook! (don't count on it)

So we're making plans to head to Hogwarts on Saturday. I sent an owl out with Bert and am still waiting for Dumbledore's reply. I haven't been there in a couple years now. It'll be interesting to see how all of the kids have grown and see what's changed. Maybe I'll bring my broom and practice on the pitch there. It's too close to the village here to fly, and I'm feeling ansty for it. Mum keeps yelling at me to get out of the house more, but where would I go? I don't start work until Monday, oy.

Work. In an office. I think I might cry.

2:20am: It's so late and the rest of the house has gone to sleep now. I can hear dad snoring from down the hall and every once in awhile I can make out the sound of Mum shoving him to wake him up.

Can you really be homesick when you're at home?

I miss Romania.

I miss my friends.

But I still have cookies.

1:12am: I'm exhausted. I think I spent all of dinner talking to Mum and Dad about what's going on with me, and explaining myself. They think it's "wonderful" that I want to come home to be with the family, but worry that I'm "taking too much on myself". I think they forget I'm not a first year anymore. Just to be ornery I'm going to apparate downstairs for breakfast every morning this week.

I also got an owl from my former assistant in Romania, today. She must have sent it just after I got on the train. Apparently one of the Horntails went into clutch early and is firebombing the living quarters on the Reserve. I'm suddenly very glad to be home.

And I have homemade cookies. Oh cookies, how I have missed you my loves.

2:14am: I'm still on the train, and it's a very long ride indeed. I'm getting near to Paris soon so that's a good sign. Once I cross over the channel I'll just apparate on home. We're stopped for a smoking-rest and I suppose some other things. I can't wait to get home, I hope Mum and Dad are there - as well as those other lot. The lure of gifts never fails to get the Twins' attention.

I should also write to Ron and Ginny, but I'm not sure why I haven't. Perhaps because they won't be home. I suppose they'd like to know I'm alive and on my way home, and that I'll be here for holidays. Perhaps Mum told them. I'll see tomorrow.

Oh there they go calling all us aboard, time to dash.

11:45pm: So tonight is my last full-night in Romania as I'll be leaving tomorrow in the late afternoon. It feels so odd to be leaving after so long. When I arrived, I was nothing more than a silly boy and now...well okay so I've just become a silly adult. That's not the point of this entry. Where was I? Ah yes, Romania. Things have certainly changed in the last ten years and I cannot tell yet whether it is for the best or not.

All I know is that my trunks are packed and my broom is already packed up. I'm taking a train home, as I don't trust my apparation skills over that far a distance and Muggle airplanes scare me. Believe me, you see a lot of them in the skies when you're chasing dragons about. Big metal monsters, the kind I'd never go near if you paid me a million galleons.

I have work to do in London and I've transferred to the Magical Creatures Department in the Ministry. I'll be sitting behind a desk for awhile. That doesn't phase me, as there's important things to be done in the Ministry. I'm needed home now more than ever.

I will miss the open land, though. And I still have things to do before I leave - including sending owls to the family. Enough pissing about...