Confessions of a Marvellous Mind

Author's Note: I have two main reasons for writing this story: 1. I've always wanted to try writing a diary fic, seeing as I've read quite a few good ones, and it seems like fun. 2. After having read OotP, Ginny is my new favourite character, and I wanted to write something Ginny-centered. That said, I hope there's someone who will find this interesting and worth reading, and I sincerely hope I'll be able to make it interesting. Oh, one more thing: I'm a H/G-shipper. Just so you know.

Disclaimer: The wonderful world of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.

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7 July

I really can't believe I'm doing this. And I have no idea why I am doing it. I truly didn't think I would ever so much as touch a diary again after… well, you know. And here I am writing in one. I don't believe it.

Oh, I just realised something. Maybe I should check to see that there isn't anyone in here, you know, in the book. I know it's a crazy thing to do, really, but considering my previous diary-related experiences, I don't think I'm being over-precautionary.

So… hello?

Anyone in here?

Hello?

Whew. No answer. Seems safe enough.

Dad gave me this diary the other day. Apparently he'd confiscated it from some witch who was planning on giving it to her Muggle niece. There's some sort of spell on it that ensures that the writer is the only one who can read it. I can't really see how it would've been wrong for the witch to actually give it to her niece, but evidently there's some policy that classifies it as inappropriate. Anyway, I'm thankful for the spell. It would be near suicidal to keep a non-magical diary in this house, now that Fred and George are around again.

Fred and George. I swear, sometimes I just want to kill them. Their newly opened joke-shop is closed a few weeks for the summer, so they've come home to – as they put it – spend some quality time with their family and friends. I just think they've come home with the sole purpose of torturing me. But I'm getting them back as good as I can. Not a day goes by without them arriving at dinner, reeking of Dungbombs. Hehe.

Percy's back too, which is a bit awkward, to tell the truth. I mean, it's great to have him back, and he's apologised for his behaviour and all (well, in his own, haughty way), but I haven't really talked to him for over a year, and to suddenly have him here is a bit overwhelming. I do think I've forgiven him, though. More or less. Mum's in a state of sheer bliss, of course, and just soars around the house oozing happiness over the fact that her family's complete again. Dad, on the other hand, isn't quite as pleased. Things between him and Percy have been… frosty, to say the least, and it's awful to watch. At least the rest of us are trying to get things back to normal.

To be honest, I don't really blame Dad, though. Percy was such a prat for so long. And he treated Mum and Dad like dirt. It's hard to just forget that.

What's great is that both Bill and Charlie are home for the summer, and that just makes everything so much easier. A couple of times when Fred and George have been off to check up on the shop, and Percy's been cooped up in his old room, being boring, me and Bill and Charlie have played Quidditch and they've helped me practice playing Chaser, seeing as I'm planning on trying out for that position once school starts again. Ron's joined us sometimes, in order to brush up on his Keeper skills (I'm trying not to be mean and make any jokes about it, 'cause he's working really hard, and I do reckon he's pretty good, as long as he concentrates).

About Ron… It's hilarious really, 'cause he's been writing loads of letters, at least one a day, and he claims they're not all for Hermione, but I'm not so sure… I mean, he fancies her like mad. It's so obvious. And I'm positive something happened between the two of them last year, what with all their prefect duties and all that. Hehe. Just as with his Keeper skills, I'm trying not to give him a hard time about this. 'Cause as great fun as it is torturing Ron, I have to think about Hermione as well. And she's my friend. And you don't tease friends. Unless it's in a friendly manner, of course…

Maybe I'll tease her in a friendly manner in my next letter.

Great. Fred just popped his head in here, saw me writing, and snickered before disappearing again. Maybe he's too daft to realise what I'm doing, but unfortunately I don't think so. He may've been hopeless in school, but when it comes to potential taunting-subjects, he's a genius.

The house is really bustling. As if it weren't enough that our entire family is gathered for once, we're also housing a number of guests, namely Lupin, Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt. I'm not really sure why they're here, but I'm guessing it's Order business. There've been many late night meetings, all of which I've been completely banned from, which just stinks, 'cause now even Fred and George are allowed to attend the meetings. And, obviously, they're being absolute gits about it. Now it's just Ron and me who aren't allowed to take part in the meetings. If possible, he's even angrier than I am about it. His cursing quota has hit the roof lately.

Well, would you look at that. I've rambled on for six pages. Ow, my hand hurts. And oh, Mum's calling – seems like dinner's ready. Excellent. I'm starving.

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I hate Fred. I really do. Today, at dinner, he told everyone about how he'd seen me write in my diary, and finished with "It would be real interesting to read it and find out what goes on in that dangerous mind of yours." I just glared at him as murderously as I could, but I don't think it had much effect, seeing as I was blushing furiously at the same time. I mean, honestly, my diary is private, and it's meant to be a secret, and he just went and told everyone about it.

There was this really awkward silence as everyone looked from my red face to Fred's smirking one, and I was just about ready to hit him full in the face when Remus came to my defence, saying "Oh, I wouldn't call Ginny's mind dangerous. I'd say it's rather marvellous."

And everything went back to normal. I love Lupin. He's the best, always so nice and helpful. And there you go, Fred, my mind isn't dangerous. It's marvellous. So there.

Dad said something interesting. He mentioned that we'll be getting another guest as early as tomorrow, but he didn't say who it was. And I don't know, but I just got this feeling that it might be Harry. And Ron thought the same thing, I could tell by the way his eyes sort of lit up. Obviously, I have no idea if it really is Harry, but it would be great if it was. I hate to think of him trapped there with those awful relatives of his, especially after everything he's been through. He's got no one to talk to.

Although it's not like there's anyone to talk to here, either. No one really mentions Sirius, which I think is terrible. I mean, I understand that it's hard for everyone to deal with, and it's painful and all, but I really feel like I need to talk about it. And it feels sort of like an insult to Sirius's memory that no one even brings him up.

But I don't know. Maybe it'll come.

Oh, I think Kingsley's telling Auror-stories downstairs. I'm gonna go listen. And maybe hit Fred or George (or both, ideally) with a Dungbomb before bedtime. Bye for now!

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A/N: So, what do you think? I'm aware of the fact that this chapter wasn't very long, but it's main purpose is to work as an introduction. And I didn't want to be over-explanatory and rant on for pages and pages about things that aren't really that interesting. In this story, each chapter is going to consist of diary entries for one day, and needless to say, some days are going to be more event-filled than others. So, certain chapters will be long, others will be short. One more thing: a friend of mine has borrowed my copy of OotP, and I don't have access to it, so if you spot anything in here that doesn't agree with canon, please let me know and I'll fix it.