Title: Keeping me sane
Author: Me (lucia_at2001@yahoo.de)
Rating: PG (just to cover my back)
Disclaimer. Nothing belongs to me and I'm not making any profit. They belong to J.K. Rowling and she gets all the money for writing her books.
Summery: It's the summer after GoF and Ginny tries to deal with everything that's going on by sending some letters.
Notes: Hola! That's my first HP fic. I just thought I should give it a try. Please R&R and if anyone wants to be my beta reader please write me an e-mail. I'd really appreciate it 'cause English isn't my first language. Tell me if there are too many mistakes.
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I wouldn't survive this summer if it wasn't for you and these letters. They are keeping me sane. I always needed to write about everything that's going on but I don't trust diaries anymore. Just thinking about them makes me shiver. It's probably ridiculous and childish but that's what I am, a child.
So, I would completely understand if you decide not to write me anymore. I mean, I'm just little Ginny and if it weren't for my brothers you wouldn't even know that I exist.
It's warm outside and they are wondering why I don't go out. But I just don't feel like it. It's the holidays and I'm supposed to have fun but I haven't. At least not really, not like Fred and George or Ron. My brothers always have something up their sleeves. I mean, you know the twins and their love for jokes. And I have to admit that they are quite amusing sometimes but they also can make your life a living hell. Not even the events with the Deatheaters could make them stop. And Ron has to suffer a lot this summer.
It's probably a good thing. Mum and Dad need to be cheered up from time to time. They are worried. Of course they are. Bill and Charlie that far away and you-know-who is expected to be in Europe. Sometimes I fear that Mum's going crazy with worry.
You once said that it has to be hard to be the only girl with six elder brothers. I blushed and brushed it away, saying that I could manage it. I was thinking about it and the truth is, that hard isn't the right word. I searched for the right word since then and yesterday I finally found it. Yesterday Percey had dinner with us and we were sitting around the table and pretended that you-know-who wasn't back. That everything was like it used to be. The twins were teasing Ron about the amounts of letters he gets from Hermione and Dad had one of his muggle-conversations with Percy and Mum. Nothing extraordinary happened but suddenly I knew which word I was looking for. It's not hard, it's lonely.
It's kind of funny because I have six brothers and we always lived in a small house and most of the time I'm anything but alone but nevertheless I'm lonely. Does that make any sense to you?
Hope to hear from you soon,
Ginny
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What will happen next?
Anything at all?
And who is the red-haired girl writing to? Any suggestions?
Don't forget to review and please come back looking for more.
Author: Me (lucia_at2001@yahoo.de)
Rating: PG (just to cover my back)
Disclaimer. Nothing belongs to me and I'm not making any profit. They belong to J.K. Rowling and she gets all the money for writing her books.
Summery: It's the summer after GoF and Ginny tries to deal with everything that's going on by sending some letters.
Notes: Hola! That's my first HP fic. I just thought I should give it a try. Please R&R and if anyone wants to be my beta reader please write me an e-mail. I'd really appreciate it 'cause English isn't my first language. Tell me if there are too many mistakes.
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I wouldn't survive this summer if it wasn't for you and these letters. They are keeping me sane. I always needed to write about everything that's going on but I don't trust diaries anymore. Just thinking about them makes me shiver. It's probably ridiculous and childish but that's what I am, a child.
So, I would completely understand if you decide not to write me anymore. I mean, I'm just little Ginny and if it weren't for my brothers you wouldn't even know that I exist.
It's warm outside and they are wondering why I don't go out. But I just don't feel like it. It's the holidays and I'm supposed to have fun but I haven't. At least not really, not like Fred and George or Ron. My brothers always have something up their sleeves. I mean, you know the twins and their love for jokes. And I have to admit that they are quite amusing sometimes but they also can make your life a living hell. Not even the events with the Deatheaters could make them stop. And Ron has to suffer a lot this summer.
It's probably a good thing. Mum and Dad need to be cheered up from time to time. They are worried. Of course they are. Bill and Charlie that far away and you-know-who is expected to be in Europe. Sometimes I fear that Mum's going crazy with worry.
You once said that it has to be hard to be the only girl with six elder brothers. I blushed and brushed it away, saying that I could manage it. I was thinking about it and the truth is, that hard isn't the right word. I searched for the right word since then and yesterday I finally found it. Yesterday Percey had dinner with us and we were sitting around the table and pretended that you-know-who wasn't back. That everything was like it used to be. The twins were teasing Ron about the amounts of letters he gets from Hermione and Dad had one of his muggle-conversations with Percy and Mum. Nothing extraordinary happened but suddenly I knew which word I was looking for. It's not hard, it's lonely.
It's kind of funny because I have six brothers and we always lived in a small house and most of the time I'm anything but alone but nevertheless I'm lonely. Does that make any sense to you?
Hope to hear from you soon,
Ginny
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What will happen next?
Anything at all?
And who is the red-haired girl writing to? Any suggestions?
Don't forget to review and please come back looking for more.