A/N: This is going to be confusing for some of you but I think that my story sucks in the first few chapters so this is the first chapter that I am re-writing. I hope to make this story so much better than it already is so I am re-writing chapters and replacing them when I have time. Hopefull this will be a fast transition between crap and greatness so just hold on tight becuase this will be a bumpy ride.

Dear Diary,

My first day of 5th year is just around the corner. Maybe this year will be better than my last few years... My bag is packed with all the essentials; Band-Aids, gauze, some scar consealer, the usual. Ugh so I'm being forced home for Christmas. Dad want's to make sure I'm "still good". Life sucks. He still goes to Muggle AA classes but I really don't think they are helping him… Last night was a night to remember.

I really don't think I can take much more of this. Dean's abuse is getting out of hand and I don't think my dad really cares that much. At least he's been backing of a considerable amount. But now that I'm no longer dating Dean (I think that's the case) he's gonna be on me like wasps on spilled juice.

I tried to break up with Dean last night and I'm not sure how that went. Seeing as he slammed my head into a wall with enough force to black me out, I'd say not so well. However, I didn't expect anything different than a violent end to a violent relationship.

I had the most curious dream last night. I was at a camp and I had to swim across the lake to get to… Someone I loved? I couldn't make out their face but I knew in my heart that they loved me and I loved them too. Surely it wasn't Dean. But I started swimming when I turned out to be in a shower. I couldn't swim in a shower…

I got out of the shower and I cleaned off the fogged up glass but my reflection was beautiful. I had beautiful flowing red hair and my eyes weren't their normal shit brown. They were more like a warm tree brown. That doesn't make sense but whatever. My face wasn't swollen and my arms were smooth. Suddenly an arm wrapped around my waist and I looked to see whom it was but the mirror was fogged up again.

Then I woke up. I didn't mind the dream all that much but it makes me think who could have been in my head while I dreamt?

Well I'm gonna have to go eat some breakfast before Flooing to the station.

Ginny

The old diary shut and Ginny hopped down from her bed and tucked it at the bottom of her suitcase then zipped it up. She had her trunk, carry-on and her new owl, Strawby.

Strawby was a Collared Scops owl who was abnormally big at 18 inches. He had brown and white feathers that seemed to grow redder the higher you looked. His facial disk was a deep strawberry blonde and his ear tufts were a deep red. He was a beautiful bird and could carry immensely heave packages for his small size.

Ginny ushered him into his small cage and locked it, earning her a terrible screech from Strawby.

"Fred!" She called and a crack filled the room and so did Fred.

"How may I be of service to you?" Fred joked. Ginny smiled at her older brother. Fred and George had graduated just last year and could legally do magic outside of school. Ginny relied on them when she was lazy.

"Could you, maybe, help me clean up my room and help me finish packing?" Fred grinned widely and waved his wand. Immediately her trunks began to close and lock themselves. Clothes flew around the room, putting themselves on hangers, her sheets flattened out on her bed and made themselves, her shoes were running to jump in the trunk before it shut and her wand desperately tried escaping her hand to join her shoes.

Ginny could only watch and laugh, as things would bump into each other. Finally, when her room was sorted, her bags lined up to be taken from her room, and her bed neatly made, she and Fred descended down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Watch out, dad's been on a rampage all day. He's out in the garden kicking the pants off of the Gnomes. I'll cook you up a big breakfast." And with that he waved his wand again and food items of every which way flew across the room and combined themselves in several bowls. When all was said and done there was a large stack of pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, French toast, tatters, and a whole other assortment of food on the table for Ginny.

"Fred. You expect me to eat all of this?" Ginny exclaimed.

"You're a girl! Or course not!" Then he took something out of his pocket and lit the end of it with his wand. The rocket zoomed up the Burrow steps and after a few seconds you heard loud bangs or fireworks coming and people screaming and yelling. Fred only laughed until a voice echoed around the room.

"WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?" Fred immediately fell quiet. Arthur Weasly had entered the room, his face red as a tomato, fuming. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING FIREWORKS INSIDE OF THIS HOUSE?"

"S-sorry I didn't m-mean to… D-disturb you in the garden" He stammered. The Arthur saw all the food.

"FOOD!" And he started shoving his hands into any food he could get. Fred breathed a sigh of relief. And started eating himself. Ginny grabbed a plate of three pancakes, a piece of French toast, some potatoes, bacon and sausage, and an egg and quietly slipped out of the room and back onto her room where she ate her breakfast in silence.