Ginny's first year

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. A girl can only wish. I only own a few minor characters.

Ginny Weasley was on the Hogwarts Express. She was practically buzzing with excitement, (what she told her diary, Tom) especially as London was slowly dissolving away outside the windows. Ginny was sitting alone and she was perfectly fine, engrossed in her diary when—

"Ginny! Hi," Said a voice coming from the doorway. Ginny turned her head and saw a bushy-haired Gryffindor sticking her head through the door. Ginny snapped her diary shut fast, but not fast enough to avoid the question she expected was to come next.

"What is that? I don't recall seeing that book on our school list..." She said warily. Ginny was wracking her brain for an excuse when realized she didn't need one.

"Oh, it's just my diary, nothing important," Ginny flashed a smile to add some assurance. She knew no one would trust a diary that actually wrote back. Her fathers words were reciting in her brain— Don't trust an object if you can't see where it keeps its brain. Ginny pushed her slight guilt aside as the elder girl walked in her compartment and sat down.

"I can't find Harry or Ronald," Ginny bit back a laugh at the usage of her brother's full name, "so I can sit with you." Ginny didn't know if she was trying to sound like the red-headed girl was her last resort, but she assumed not and smiled anyways.

"Okay." Ginny continued writing in her diary.

Dear Tom,

Hermione Granger just walked into my compartment. Oh, I hope Harry doesn't see anything in her! Ginny's exasperation seemed to seep through the pages.

Ginevra, don't worry. That good for nothing mudblood is nothing compared to you.

Ginny stifled a gasp.

Tom! Don't use that word!

She could feel the book hum in her lap, and she almost thought it sounded like laughter...

What? It's true, you're a pureblood, simply of a higher class, and her stupid, worthless muggle parents—

Ginny closed the book abruptly, not wanting to hear anymore of that foul language.

"So, Ginny," Hermione started, trying to spark up conversation with Ginny, "are you excited for the sorting?"

"That and nervous," Ginny responded, "what if I'm not in Gryffindor!" If Ginny's face looked as horrified as she felt, she was sure Hermione had caught it.

"Oh, Ginny," Hermione said in a tone that told Ginny she was being silly, "of course you'll be in Gryffindor!"

Ginny bit her lip. What is she was in Slytherin. She shuddered at the thought and continued looking out the window.

"Ickle Ginnykins!" Sang Fred as he waltzed not-so-gracefully into her compartment.

"What?" Ginny snapped.

"Woah, no need to go all mum on me!" Fred said, while George snickered in the background. George ruffled her hair.

"We're just here to tell you you might want to get changed into your school robes, we're about 10 minutes out." And with that, they vanished.

Ginny sighed. She was almost at Hogwarts! She was feeling a mixture of emotions. She quickly changed into her robes, Hermione doing the same. When the train was about 5 minutes out, Ginny reopened her diary, forgetting about it's message earlier, and scribbled her thoughts away.

So that's the first chapter! This is my first fanfiction, so please RR.

I also wanted to desicate this story to Annerb, who inspired me to write.