Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. Although I
wish frantically that I did. Alas, J.K.Rowling owns them all, all I tell
you!!!!!!!
Ginny entered the common room. She stood at the entrance for awhile, looking around the warm, welcoming room. It was packed with groups of friends laughing and enjoying themselves. Their biggest worries ; the essay Snape had given them or what they were going to do for the weekend. 'Why can't my life be that simple and carefree?' Ginny thought as she caught sight of her brother with his two best friends. Hermione, also his secret crush, and Harry, her ex-crush. 'Even my brother doesn't know or care!!!' with that thought running through her head, Ginny set off at a hurried pace to her dormitory 'Please say there not here. I can't handle them tonight!'
She pushed open the door. A wave of relief spread over her as she saw the room was empty. "Thank Merlin" she muttered as she made her way to her bed. She began emptying her bag, organizing the books and assignments into piles of ' to do' and 'done', as she did every night before proceeding to do her assignments. In went her hand searching for a quill, BOOM! " not again!!!" exclaimed Ginny as she felt the all-so-familiar sensation of the prank sweep over her hand. He hand had doubled in size and was now a grungy shade of green. All over the knuckles and the back of her hand were brown moles and long, thick, orange hairs. In a couple of places yellow pus was spilling out from mole like spots. Ginny quickly grabbed her wand and muttered spell which immediately reversed the prank. 'Thank Merlin I found that spell! I couldn't go through all that again' With that thought Ginny drew the curtains around her bed and began her work.
About an hour or so later Ginny headed down to the Great hall. She entered , relieved that no-one had taken notice of her late arrival. The hall was packed with laughing teenagers and love sick couples, as well as most of the professors. She smirked as she heard the scream of Neville Long bottom who had been eating a potato and had suddenly turned into a purple rabbit with over exaggerated ears. 'Those two!! When will they learn?'
She slowly started towards the Gryffindor table. Hesitating a little before finally sitting at her usual place. Alone, Ginny ate her dinner quickly, catching bits and pieces of the conversation between two first years who sat closest to her, about five spaces down.
"See ! she is the one"
"Oh yeah! Your right. It has to be her. I mean look at the way she sits by herself"
"And she refuses to make eye contact with any one"
"Serves her right after what she did!"
The two first years got up and walked passed Ginny, glaring at her. ' Even the first years hate me!' Ginny thought staring down at her plate.
Although she was last to arrive, Ginny was one of the first to leave. She done this so that she didn't have to face too many people in the commomn room, and could slip into her dorm easily , for her room mates would be chatting and eating for ages, and would only go to bed when there was no one else left in the common room.
For a moment Ginny thought of her room mates. She actually quite liked them. The only problem was that they hated her with such vengeance that it scared her to think about what they would do if Dumbledore wasn't around. Many a time had Ginny fallen victim to one of their so called pranks or had narrowly escaped confrontations with them or others out of her year.
Dumbledore was the only reason that she was still in Hogwarts. With him around she knew that the students dared not hurt her drastically. Dumbledore seemed to know how lonely Ginny was and had taken pity on her. He understood her need for forgiveness although she had done nothing wrong. He noticed how Ginny always sat alone at meals, retreated to either her dorm or the library whenever she could, and never contributed to lessons too much, in fear of being noticed. This was why he had first invited Ginny to his office many years ago. They formed a close relationship and a common love for muggle sweets. It was at these meetings that Ginny really came alive and was truly herself.
'Only two more days' Ginny reminded herself, counting down the days to her next meeting with Dumbledore. She popped a lemon sherbet into her mouth as she re-read her potions essay. After correcting a few errors, she packed her bag for the next day. She next decided to read the book her father had sent her about a muggle invention called electricity. Her room mates entered silently and got ready for bed. With in minutes the lights were out and the room silent. Ginny placed her book on her nightstand and removed her diary from behind her pillow.
Dear Diary,
What I would do to swap places with Percy! ( never thought I'd say that) I hate my life! All the dirty looks, whispers, glares, name calling, pranks and general hatred is really getting me down. The only good thing in my life are my meetings with Dumbledore. I mean Albus. I must stop doing that! Anyway, I know I have three brothers in school with me, but what good are they. They barely realize I exist!! The only time they notice me is when they want something like getting them out of trouble with mum. Why can't I be as carefree as them!!
Ginny
This was a nightly tradition of Ginny's. Writing the same entry in her diary night after night, then quietly crying herself to sleep or rather forcing herself to re-live that horrible night.
Ginny entered the common room. She stood at the entrance for awhile, looking around the warm, welcoming room. It was packed with groups of friends laughing and enjoying themselves. Their biggest worries ; the essay Snape had given them or what they were going to do for the weekend. 'Why can't my life be that simple and carefree?' Ginny thought as she caught sight of her brother with his two best friends. Hermione, also his secret crush, and Harry, her ex-crush. 'Even my brother doesn't know or care!!!' with that thought running through her head, Ginny set off at a hurried pace to her dormitory 'Please say there not here. I can't handle them tonight!'
She pushed open the door. A wave of relief spread over her as she saw the room was empty. "Thank Merlin" she muttered as she made her way to her bed. She began emptying her bag, organizing the books and assignments into piles of ' to do' and 'done', as she did every night before proceeding to do her assignments. In went her hand searching for a quill, BOOM! " not again!!!" exclaimed Ginny as she felt the all-so-familiar sensation of the prank sweep over her hand. He hand had doubled in size and was now a grungy shade of green. All over the knuckles and the back of her hand were brown moles and long, thick, orange hairs. In a couple of places yellow pus was spilling out from mole like spots. Ginny quickly grabbed her wand and muttered spell which immediately reversed the prank. 'Thank Merlin I found that spell! I couldn't go through all that again' With that thought Ginny drew the curtains around her bed and began her work.
About an hour or so later Ginny headed down to the Great hall. She entered , relieved that no-one had taken notice of her late arrival. The hall was packed with laughing teenagers and love sick couples, as well as most of the professors. She smirked as she heard the scream of Neville Long bottom who had been eating a potato and had suddenly turned into a purple rabbit with over exaggerated ears. 'Those two!! When will they learn?'
She slowly started towards the Gryffindor table. Hesitating a little before finally sitting at her usual place. Alone, Ginny ate her dinner quickly, catching bits and pieces of the conversation between two first years who sat closest to her, about five spaces down.
"See ! she is the one"
"Oh yeah! Your right. It has to be her. I mean look at the way she sits by herself"
"And she refuses to make eye contact with any one"
"Serves her right after what she did!"
The two first years got up and walked passed Ginny, glaring at her. ' Even the first years hate me!' Ginny thought staring down at her plate.
Although she was last to arrive, Ginny was one of the first to leave. She done this so that she didn't have to face too many people in the commomn room, and could slip into her dorm easily , for her room mates would be chatting and eating for ages, and would only go to bed when there was no one else left in the common room.
For a moment Ginny thought of her room mates. She actually quite liked them. The only problem was that they hated her with such vengeance that it scared her to think about what they would do if Dumbledore wasn't around. Many a time had Ginny fallen victim to one of their so called pranks or had narrowly escaped confrontations with them or others out of her year.
Dumbledore was the only reason that she was still in Hogwarts. With him around she knew that the students dared not hurt her drastically. Dumbledore seemed to know how lonely Ginny was and had taken pity on her. He understood her need for forgiveness although she had done nothing wrong. He noticed how Ginny always sat alone at meals, retreated to either her dorm or the library whenever she could, and never contributed to lessons too much, in fear of being noticed. This was why he had first invited Ginny to his office many years ago. They formed a close relationship and a common love for muggle sweets. It was at these meetings that Ginny really came alive and was truly herself.
'Only two more days' Ginny reminded herself, counting down the days to her next meeting with Dumbledore. She popped a lemon sherbet into her mouth as she re-read her potions essay. After correcting a few errors, she packed her bag for the next day. She next decided to read the book her father had sent her about a muggle invention called electricity. Her room mates entered silently and got ready for bed. With in minutes the lights were out and the room silent. Ginny placed her book on her nightstand and removed her diary from behind her pillow.
Dear Diary,
What I would do to swap places with Percy! ( never thought I'd say that) I hate my life! All the dirty looks, whispers, glares, name calling, pranks and general hatred is really getting me down. The only good thing in my life are my meetings with Dumbledore. I mean Albus. I must stop doing that! Anyway, I know I have three brothers in school with me, but what good are they. They barely realize I exist!! The only time they notice me is when they want something like getting them out of trouble with mum. Why can't I be as carefree as them!!
Ginny
This was a nightly tradition of Ginny's. Writing the same entry in her diary night after night, then quietly crying herself to sleep or rather forcing herself to re-live that horrible night.