Dear Diary,
Harry just saved me from the Chamber of Secrets. Does he care about me? He must, if he didn't he wouldn't have set foot in that chamber. Either that, or Ron forced him to save me. Ron is probably the most protective of all six of my brothers, given that we are only a year apart. I'm in the infirmary right now, waiting for mum to be done talking with Professor Dumbledore.
Apparently, I am a very strong, young witch, and am capable of a lot of damage. I also have a lot of power, and Dumbledore says I need to limit my use of magic, and control my temper. Anger triggers accidental magic and I have a short-fused temper. These are definitely not a good mix. Harry just walked into the Hospital Wing, and he wants to talk to me! I'm going to have to write later.
Love,
Ginny Weasley
P.S. this is a regular diary made of regular parchment. I don't make the same mistake twice, usually.
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Dear Diary,
Harry asked me out yesterday! He admired my strength and said he realized he liked me! I am sooo excited. Although, he can expect long talks from my mum, my dad, and ALL of my brothers. I sometimes hate being the youngest of seven children, and being the only female Weasley born in the last seven generations.
Anyway, back to Harry asking me out. When he came in he breezed by my mum so easily (he needs to teach me that), and sat in the chair next to my bed. He said, "Ginny, you were brave for putting up with Riddle the past few months, and I love that. I really like you." By that point he was stammering pretty badly, but I could still understand him. I was nodding slowly and surely. He continued, "Will you go out with me, Ginny?" He asked (finally). I nodded vigorously. He smiled brightly, his eyes lit up with excitement and surprise, as if he thought I would say no. Madame Pomfrey is on her way to tell me to go to sleep.
Love,
Ginny Weasley
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Dear Diary,
I get let out of the infirmary today, three days before we go home for summer holiday. Oh, well at least mine and Harry's date is tomorrow. God, please, let him survive my brothers. I have no idea where we are going to go tomorrow, but I'm sure it will be nice and romantic.
Dumbledore already told me that my schedule for next term is shortened, because of my magical difficulties. This just means less school for me on a regular basis. Though, it also means that I can't learn or do awesome magic. Stupid Riddle! You will rue the day you were born. How old is he again? I have no idea, but I'll find out.
Love,
Ginny Weasley
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Dear Diary,
Harry took me on a date today! It was sweet and romantic; I can't believe he pulled it off. He took me to the Black Lake with a picnic basket and blanket. We sat down and he unloaded two ham and cheese sandwiches (my favorite) and some pumpkin juice. We talked for a long time about what was going to happen over the summer, like when he would be able to leave the hell-hole of his aunt and uncle's house.
After a while it started to get dark; we had gone out there at noon and when we finally made it inside it was about seven at night. McGonagall caught us, but didn't give us detention, only because we were going home tomorrow. When we got to Gryffindor Tower we were in hysterics; Peeves had gotten ahold of Snape's robes and undergarments, and was running around that halls stark naked. Harry and I had to hide our smiles and giggles, or risk getting detention carried out into next year. I gave Harry a hug and headed up to my dormitory. This is going to be awesome.
Love,
Ginny Weasley
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Dear Diary,
Home sweet home, we rode home on the Hogwarts Express today and now I am home with four older brothers and my mum. We're waiting for dad to get home from the ministry to eat supper. The train ride home was really fun, me and Harry watched Hermione and Ron fight the entire way home. Pretty funny, I just wish that they'd stop dancing circles around each other. Everyone can tell they like each other, but them. Idiots (no offence to Hermione, who is the brightest witch of the century).
Ron is now trying to find his pet rat, Scabbers, who has one toe missing on his left front paw. Scabbers has just celebrated his fifteenth birthday in this family. I do wonder if normal garden rats live this long? I guess I'll have to spend some time at the library in Ottery St. Catchpole once mum thinks I'm trustworthy enough. Dad's home for dinner gotta go.
Love,
Ginny Weasley
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