April 1 (Happy BIRTHDAY TO ME!)

Dear… TBAAALD (to be announced at a later date),

Well here goes… hi! Wow that was a rather lame start wasn't it? Okay how about… aye wuzzup! No, that's not much better, and I'm not going to start with the dear diary crap so you can just forget it! Oh, well. My name is George Fabian Weasley. Brother, twin, son, best friend… lover! Well, maybe not so much that last part but hey, a man can dream can't he?

This is so strange; I'm talking to a book. Said book can not respond to me right now so I don't really know why I'm talking to it. Okay, on with the story! Well it's not really a story… I should stop contradicting myself.

First things first, I should give you a name. I'll call you… well… this is harder then I thought. I need a good name, a name I could trust to keep all of my secrets.

I'm starting to sound like a down right nutter.

Okay, I need a good name for you. 'Journal book thing that is in no way a diary because those are for girls' is to long. I need a name that I feel safe with, that I won't be afraid to tell all my secrets to.

I would name you Fred. But I already have a Fred and if I called you Fred, what would be the point in having my real Fred? I happen to like my real Fred fine enough thankyouverymuch! How about Gred? No that's too close to Fred. This is harder then I thought.

Oh, I know! I'll call you… Antoinette! Don't laugh Antoinette! I love the name, it sounds so… blasé? I don't know: I just always liked it.

Well, Fred gave me you, Antoinette, as a birthday present. He said something like, "you think too much! Put it on the paper and forget about it!".

I'm not quite sure if I should trust you or not. I mean, you look like a blank book, smell like a blank book and talk like a blank book. Still, how am I supposed to know if everything I'm writing in you will randomly show up on the back of my dress robes in bright red and orange fire? I know that is strangely specific… it's not like I've ever done that to someone before. I would never even dream of doing that to Ickle Ronniekinns and make it say 'kick me, I'm ginger'.

Never!

I would trust Fred with my life but I wouldn't put it past him to put some hex that would make it so that whatever I'm writing will appear for the whole school to see.

Fred, I'm on to you! Remember, I can read your mind! Well, not literally but… it feels like I can so…I guess that's enough.

Might as well start off with my first deep dark secret… Fred, I hate his bloody guts and that's the truth. I never truely liked him… he's always there and he keeps stealing my thunder. He annoys the hell out of me and I just wish he would leave me alone!

I'm gonna go and see if I still have my dignity. Bye Antoinette!

From, George

A/N: Okay… how do you like it? I already have the next seven chapter's written out and they're longer so I'll post up one a day 'till I run out and start writing more. Got to have some relief from studying for those midterms right?

R&R if you please and I'll mention you in the next chapter!

P.S.: this is a slight story written in journal entries. All from George's pov. During the POA so he's just turned 16, but I don't really mention anything from the book so as not to be summarizing the real POA book.

Alright, I'll stop talking now!

R&R!