Monday, July 6th
Stupid bloody Headquarters!
I can't believe I'm actually doing this, I haven't wrote in you in ages.
Five years to be exact. Life was so perfect when I was nine, too bad that didn't last.
Now I'm fourteen years old living in hell. And whose fault is that? Come on now take a guess? Green eyes, lightning bolt scar? Ha! we have a winner! Harry bloody broom up his arse Potter! I was supposed to be over at Bridget's eating nine hundred and nine enchanted frogs until we puked! But do I get to do what I want? Oh no! Because we have to go into hiding to be safe from the stupid death eaters! All because my idiot brother had to become friends with scarhead! Honestly, if Ron and Harry never met my life would be perfect. For example; Harry wouldn't see me as just Ron's little sister, I'd actually be known as Ginny. What a shocker, I have an identity! Also, I would have never gotten the retched diary in my first year, that would have saved me a good lot of nightmares. Not to mention I would have been spared from that horrid butter dish incident, how embarrassing.
Seriously, I really enjoyed my lovely child hood years of worshipping Harry from afar. Ah yes, that was nice. But now its like he's part of the family! He's everywhere I turn! Do you know how embarrassing it is to be sitting at the kitchen table when all the sudden your mother blurts out how she picked up your "lady items" for you? Ha! Like that's subtle! Oh, or how about when she ask you to bring down your laundry for a wash and starts separating them out in front of everyone?! I have personal clothes in there! Harry's sitting right there! Like I want him knowing what's under my clothes!
Somehow, though I'm not really sure how, I will avoid Harry the rest of this summer. I may no longer have a house, I may no longer have my own room, But I still have my dignity gosh dangit and I refuse to lose that too!
"Ginny dinner's ready!" Oh Mom's calling, I bet Harry's already here. I wonder if Mom will let me eat in my room. Hey, I'm I pretty good persuader. All I have to do is give Dad Those big innocent little girl eyes and freedom here we come!
"Ginny!"
"Coming," jeesh she's pushing. Sigh, why must these stairs be so long. Hey why is the floor drenched in water? "Woah, Ahhhhhhh! Ouch, What the bloody..ahh!" Oh great, just great! I think my dignity just fell down the stairs.