I--

Is someone--

Is this working right? I've never seen one of these journal things before, so I'm not entirely sure how to approach it. Um. Yes. Well.

Yes, well. This is Regulus Black. Um. I am very cold and wet . terrifically confused . in rather desperate need of assistance. not entirely sure what's going on. I, for lack of a better word, woke up several hours ago in the Dark Lord's somewhere very strange. I was forced to swim in the wretchedly cold ocean for several minutes, very much against my desires, I assure you, and when I finally emerged and was able to apparate away, I found that my house was gone! Yes, gone. Not burned down and knocked over--just not there. The space between the neighbours' houses in Grimmauld Place where MY home should be is just non-existent. I am not pleased by this development.

I wasn't really sure what to do at that point, so for some unfathomable reason I apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. I was fairly... bedraggled, I suppose. But the barman, whoever he was, for I've never seen him before, just looked at me for a moment, sighed and said, "Another one, eh?" and gave me this book, told me to write in it and said, "someone else can 'splain it much better 'an I can, I'd wager." Unhelpful peasant.

Can someone please immediately explain what happened to me and where my house went? And, on a possibly related note, why is it snowing when it's supposed to be August?