Diary of a Weasley Ch. 1

So this chapter is just setting up characters for the next entry.

Hang in there. It'll get better, I swear.


Dear... First Page,

I cranked open this diary on my birthday, intent on writing about the first thing that popped into my mind. Mostly what has been going on with myself and my family, but I feel the need to tell you what has been going on outside first.

First of all, my name is George Weasley. I have four brothers and a sister, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ron, and Ginny. Our parents are Arthur and Molly. I used to have another brother, Fred; my twin, but he died in the last war.

Bill has been happily married for several years to his Veela-wife, Fleur, and Ron and Ginny just recently had a double wedding to their significant others, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. Now I am a proud Uncle of one, and am engaged to my girlfriend (who used to be Fred's) Angelina Johnson (who insisted on keeping her own last name.)

However easy it may be to be a blissful, giant family in the middle of nowhere, after long awaiting, the war recompensed. Now, Dad says before long, we're going to have to start scouting for hiding places big enough to accomodate sixteen people, if not more. And I must admit, it's hard to find one of those i the Wizarding or Muggle World.

We've been working furiously with the Lovegoods, as well as Kingsley Shacklebolt to get everything ready and in order. but for now, we're just trying to enjoy the last few days of solitude and keep our cool.

However much some officials knew it was wrong to have to round up the Muggleborns, who had been freed prior to the end of the last war, to be recaptured, the newest Minister of Magic, Amadeus Ramoldton, had commanded it, and so it was. Now that we had all been labeled as blood-traitors, Hermione, the mudblood, had been inherited, as well as Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, AND a Veela, who were particularly valuable on the black market nowadays, our little family was a giant red flag for almost anybody in the wizarding community. No one knows where we're going yet except Kingsley, Xenophilius, and Dad. They're simply telling us to go about our regular lives until the hour of departure. All of this just puts my teeth on edge.

-George