Title: Ginny's Diary: a peek in to the social and romantic life of the youngest Weasly.
Author: Karoline123
Summary: Ginny receives a diary for her birthday, after some initial doubtfulness she proceeds to chronicle her everyday life in it.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters, ideas etc. belong to J.K. Rowling. I do not own them, nor am I claiming to in anyway by writing this story.
Chapter 1
Wednesday, August 11, 1996
10:47 am
Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix
(A.k.a. a damp, old, smelly, boring place)
A journal. Mum must have been crazy to buy it for me. What a lousy birthday present. Ooops, that was kind of mean, wasn't it? But, well, there are so many other things I'd rather have. No matter though, I don't have to write in it, and mum will never know, because she respects privacy so thoroughly that- what kind of crap do I think I'm writing, anyways? She's gonna read it. I better hide it I suppose, or better yet, I'll just burn it. Let's see her try and read ashes.
(Still) Wednesday, August 11, 1996
11:02 am
Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix
Can't burn Journal, not allowed magic out of school. Decided would get in trouble if flushed it down the toilet. Too tired to think of something else. Maybe I'll just wait until I get to school to burn it. No, can't. Ron. Journal, I am warning you now, I have absolutely no patience with you. And even if I can't burn you right now, I will eventually, and then you'll be sorry.
Wednesday, August 11, 1996
11:05 am
Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix
Am going crazy. Making death threats to journal. Think I'll go downstairs and …do something. Can't think of anything to do, but going downstairs is a start.
Wednesday, August 11, 1996
12:35 pm
Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix
Couldn't find anything to do really. Bumped in to Harry (literally, ouch), he wasn't really much for conversation, he never is nowadays (gah, I sound like an old person), since Sirius died, I mean. What happened was that he was standing at the bottom of the stairs and I was running down to get away from this stupid journal, and, well, I sort of fell on him. So then I said "sorry" real embarrassedly, because, well, you'd be embarrassed too if you fell on top of the guy you used to like, or if you fell on top of a guy at all, although since you're just a journal, if you did fall on someone I'd have to burn you. Anyways, I helped him up and he just mumbled "Sorry" and started to walk off. Which was kind of stupid of him, because I was the one who was running down the stairs, which I pointed out to him. Then he turned around and looked at me, but I guess he didn't know what to say because he just said "uh…"
And I didn't know what to say either, but just then Ron came in and said "Harry, Ginny, our school letters just came. Mum said she'd go out to Diagon alley later. Oh, and you better not let he see you Ginny, you got prefect and she's really happy."
I groaned. "Wonderful. Just what I've always wanted. Maybe if I screw up my duties bad enough this year, they give me the badge again next year."
"Don't count on it." Said Ron encouragingly.
After that I just spent a lot of time outside so as to avoid mum, but as usual she found me. On the bright side though, she said she'd get me new robes. This is a tremendous relief, because my old ones used to Percy's and, besides being three sizes too big, their starting to fall apart.
So anyways, here I am: prefect, klutz, and possible pyromaniac, (this one is only Ron's opinion though, because I after mum left I asked if he knew any way I could burn something up with out getting in trouble with the school.), still writing in this wretched diary which should be a little pile of ashes right now ( but isn't, obviously), It's just a matter of time before they cart me off to St.Mungo's.
Ginny
Author's Note: Okay, so it isn't the best, please review and tell me what you think though, even if you say you hate it I won't get mad.