22 August 1979
I have finally moved out of my father's house. But not without one more black eye. He is always so impressed with himself when he can do damage without a wand. I hate to have to leave my mother behind, but I've made the offer to help her, and if she won't leave him, there is nothing I can do about it. My place isn't big but it doesn't have to be since he won't be there. A place to sleep, to do potions, a kitchen and bathroom. It's a very dingy heaven.
Private to Lily I would like for you to be my first guest. Is it too much to ask to have just you for dinner?
Private to Self Regulus is dead, more or less on schedule. The differences in this time and the last time are disconcerting. I have no way of knowing which little change is going to be the one that alters history irreparably. I believe I may be developing an ulcer thinking about it. I'm doing what I can, seeing that Draco is born at the right time and making sure Peter joins, I just wish there was more to do. I feel sure I'm missing something. I haven't wanted to admit it to myself, but it seems to be getting harder and harder to remember how things happened the first time around.