Hello.
In my first fan fiction I will be writing about the point of view of Ginny Weasley, as the title of this story suggests. Ginny is shown by the author as a strong-willed girl, tired of being the baby of the family, protected by six older brothers who thought of her as a delicate little sister. I decided to write Ginny's POV first off, because simply put we don't see her often. What did she think of what was happening? What might have she been doing throughout those six years? And also, because we readers see only isolated events as Harry's life unfolds and appears to be a lovesick girl to Harry. I thought it would be interesting to tell the point of views of other people, like Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom.
Since this is year one and set in 'Chamber of Secrets', Ginny will be writing in Tom Riddle's diary. Like I said earlier, this is my first story so please mind me if there is any punctuation mistakes and spelling errors. Review, they'll make my day, but please no flaming, I will try my best to grow as a writer and make enjoyable stories for readers. J.K. Rowling owns all the characters and is the genius behind all this. Thank you.
Word count: 1,096
~'Nothing's impossible if you've got enough nerve'~ Ginny Weasley
Ginny Weasley woke up with a start and sat up in bed. She opened the curtains, where she could still see the stars twinkling merrily at her from the dark night sky, but a ray of sunlight could be seen. Suddenly, the muffled whispers and slightly thumping footsteps on the creaky floor returned and Ginny shifted in her bed. That was odd, who could've it been? Mum had put a magical-protection spell over the house, so it have been a burglar. Who was it, then?
Ginny stepped out of bed and slipped out the door, careful not to make a noise, and grabbed a cricket bat and swung it over her shoulder. Stealthily, she she tip-toed to the corridor outside her bedroom and squinted into the darkness, where she could make out three figures. A wave of fear washed over her as she watched the outlines of the three people, one was checking the drawers for something. They were definitely thieves. Fear washed over Ginny, but recklessly tip-toed closer.
One of the figures faced her and muttered, 'lumos,' and a bright light glowed on the tip of their wand, illuminating their face. Ginny gave a breath of relief once she saw it was her brother, Fred, his Weasley red hair even vivid in the light. His face melted into ease once he noticed Ginny.
"Oi! It's just you. I thought you were Mum.'' Fred turned to the other figure who walked over, who had apparently found the thing he was looking for. 'False alarm. Found the keys?''
''Yup.'' George replied, stepping into the light as his brother, Ron, came over as well. He jingled the car keys in his hand, he looked down at Ginny. ''What are you doing up so late? And what's up with the cricket bat?''
''Well, that's a question I might ask you three.'' Ginny said, folding her arms against her chest. She glanced at the car keys before saying, ''Are you planning to drive Dad's car?'' She asked, eyeing them warily.
''That'd be none of your business, Ginny.'' Ron replied, stepping into the light. "Now, get to sleep before you get all of us busted.''
"Why should I, Ron? I have every right to stay up as you do.'' Ginny said, defiantly, lowering the baseball bat. ''You can tell me, though. I promise I won't tell Mum. I swear." She added.
Fred waved this away. "Nah, little sis. You'll find out, soon. And I know you wouldn't have the nerve to tell her."
Ginny rolled her eyes. Mum would completely freak if she found out the twins and Ron were planning to fly in the magical car to who knew where at the middle of night. She decided to keep quiet, but was still curious.
"When'll you get back?'' She asked.
"Probably around when Mum's still snoring.'' George replied, he turned to his twin. ''We should get going. The sooner we leave, the faster we arrive.''
"Great. We'll see you when we get back, Ginny. Act like nothing's happen, okay?'' Fred said.
"Humph. Can you at least tell me, please?'' Ginny asked.
Fred gave a sideways glance at George, before he said, "okay, only under a deal, though, Ginny. You need to promise-"
"Well, you'll have to tell me the deal first, obviously." Ginny huffed. "And didn't I just promise a moment ago, I wouldn't tell Mum?"
Fred continued as though no interruption had happened, "-that you won't tell mum any of this." Him, George, and Ron looked down at her expectantly.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I swear."
"Great!" Fred exclaimed. "Anyways, back to our part of the deal. Well, as you know, Ron's been sending letter's to Harry and-"
"Harry Potter?'' Ginny gasped. She had seen a glimpse of him at the train station last year, and since then developed a rather big crush on him. She insisted on helping her mum make the green Christmas jumper to match his emerald eyes.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Yes, Ginny. And he hasn't been replying. We have a feeling it has to do something with those Muggle's he lives with. So we're planning to pick him up with Dad's car."
"Really? And he's going to come over? At our house?" Ginny asked, breathlessly.
"Yes." Ron said. "And don't fuss over him like you've been doing the past month."
"Why would I?" Ginny turned a bright red.
Ron and the twins exchanged skeptical looks.
Fred cleared his throat. "Well, we should get going." He said, jingling the keys, slightly. "Ginny, you go back to bed and you do know you did promise you wouldn't tell."
Ginny nodded, and watched them creep out the out the door, shutting it behind them.
A few seconds later, she stalked up the stairs to bed and threw the cricket bat in the corner of her room before plopping on her bed. She stared out the window, where she could see a glowing car in the distance and smiled to herself.