Chapter: 1- First thoughts.
Author: AnG3L666 aka Andi
Rating: PG Disclaimer: HARRY POTTER and all related characters and elements are trademarks of and © Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. Harry Potter Publishing Rights © JKR Summary: Ginny's thoughts in the form of diary entries. During her sixth year, Ginny comes to terms with many things; school work, annoying teachers, growing up, and a few crushes along the way. Not to mention some mild nostalgic thoughts concerning a certain tall, dark haired boy.
Author's Note: Okay, this is my first fic. I don't have a beta reader, so there may be mistakes. I am warning you now. I'd also ask you to review, just so I can get an idea of what you guys think of this. Umm..I think that's all. Oh ye, I unfortunately do not know anything about painting or paint brushes, so please bear with me. Thanx so much!
29 Aug 1997
This is the first thing I've poured my thoughts into since Tom. I miss him, even thought that's bad. I mean, why would you miss someone who tried to kill you? It doesn't make sense. But he was the only one who really listened, who seemed to care. I mean, I know he was just using me, but he really did listen. He always knew what to say. And even though he was bad for me, in some ways I wish he was still here, to give advice and tell me what to do. I have to stop thinking like this though. Mum says I'm acting very morbid lately...kind of odd. I'm a little confused, that's all, not morbid. It's not like I dress in black all the time, maybe if I did I could see where Mum was coming from. But I don't; I've got the same amount of black clothes as everyone else. My school robes (and those aren't even all black), a couple of shirts, a black dress, a pair of black pants. See? It's not as if black is all I wear. Besides, I like colours too much. Red, and green, and yellow, and orange, and blue! I have more clothes in these colours than black!
Yesterday Mum asked me if I still liked Harry. I laughed and told her that had been over since I had turned 13...still, three years of my life crushing...nope...obsessing, over Harry! Poor him! If Tom had one fault, well, he did actually. If he had two faults, one of them was his refusal to let me give up on Harry. Of course, he used me because of his first fault that his second fault came into play. Got that? Oh, did I forget to mention Tom's first fault was the fact that he was evil and wanted to kill everyone who wasn't pureblooded? But all that is over now. I'm 16, it's behind me. But see, that's a lie, one that I've made up, to sort of numb the effects of everything happening. Voldemort's getting stronger, he continues to gain followers and to tell you the truth, I am terrified. To think of the chaos we caused in my first year, and it was the power of a 16 year old in an 11 year old's body. Now he's older and has his own body, not to mention the dozens of other bodies of his followers. I shudder to think what could happen to the world if he gets his way.
On to happier thoughts though! School starts soon again. I don't really know how much happier this really is, but it's not as gloomy as the previous. It's not that I'm not excited about returning to school, I love going back to Hogwarts, it is like my second home. But the problem is the 'second' part. I love being home so much, and as much as I don't want her to find out, I miss Mum much more than I let on. I mean, she is my Mum. Anyways, we leave for school in three days. Mum got me this journal as a gift for helping her out so much this summer. I told her not to worry about it, that I'd done it to help her because she was my Mum and I loved her. She smiled and gave me a quick hug, but bought it anyway. I was telling her the truth. She is my Mum, and I'd have done it all for her anyways, but it was only most of the truth. I know we don't have money just lying around for buying this kind of stuff. I'd never admit to Mum and Dad that I knew this. Sure, it's common knowledge we Weasley's don't have millions of Galleons worth of pocket change like the Malfoy's or anything, but Mum and Dad always try to make it seem as if we don't have any problems.
Anyway, I don't think that was the only reason Mum bought me this book. I think she wants me to look out for Ron this year too. And that deserves a gift. I think she wants me to make sure he doesn't get into any trouble this year. Yeah right! Like that is ever going to happen. I mean, if it was just Harry and Ron sure, they aren't very subtle about anything. But with Hermione there...? Nope, it'll be the same as every other year; I'll get left behind again. It's not so bad though. At least I'm not going to get hurt because I'm willingly putting myself into a dangerous situation. Hermione is supposed to be the clever one and I'm the one pointing this out! But seriously, I probably would go if they asked. To me, Ron is still my best friend, and I'd probably do almost anything he asked me to, but I respect the fact that he's older and grown up (not matured though!), and that he has new best friends. In no way do I lack friends, but the memories of that time appeal to me, and if trying to make myself believe that Ron is my best friend helps bring them back...No, I'm just joking. He really is my best friend. I think he knows it too. Especially in the summer before Harry comes over, when it's just us. But I don't care. I've got other friends.
I guess I didn't really tell the truth before, about me not knowing what those three are up to. I will know what's going on, though I'd never tell Mum. Hermione will tell me. She always does. But I still wouldn't go unless they asked me. I wouldn't try to sneak along or anything. Besides, I know they feel like they have to do everything themselves. I guess in a way they do. Well, Harry does anyway. I don't really know what to think or feel about that. I love Harry, just not the mushy-gushy love. He's so sweet, and he acts just like Charlie does to me. He is like another brother, and I know Mum treats him like another son. I think even if his parents were still alive, Mum would still treat him like another son. It may have started out as pity for the poor orphan boy, but its not anymore. I know that much. I think Harry has sort of adopted us as his family too, and I know that makes Mum really happy. When I get married and have kids, I want to be like her. She loves everyone, and she loves having a full house. One can only imagine what she does with her time when we're all away.
Speaking of away, like I said before, school starts again soon. As we just returned from Diagon Alley with all our school supplies, I might as well pack them in my trunk. I don't have that much to pack, and I have no desire to throw everything in at the last minute like every other year. It leaves my school robes horribly wrinkled. Such a pain to get out! Speaking of Diagon Alley though, I went into the paint shop, oh! I could have spent millions and millions of galleons in there and still want more! I was looking at a set of brushes, they were amazing. The bristles were griffin hair and the handles were long and made of mahogany. I would have loved to buy them, but they were much too expensive. However, because I needed new brushes anyway, I bought some that have camel hair bristles and black lacquered handles. There are only 6 of them, but that's enough. I also bought some more paints, I was running low. Mum saw me looking at the griffin hair brushes, and I could tell she wanted to buy them for me. She even asked the shop manager how much they cost. As soon as I bought my brushes we left. At least now I can work on my painting at school. But on to packing!
Later- That took much longer than I thought it would. For not having very much to pack, I sure had a lot to pack! I got new school robes this year, actual new ones. Charlie sent in some money from Romania, it was actually from my birthday, but it was very late and I needed new robes, so the money was spent for a good cause. The extra was actually used on my brushes. I also had to pack all my text books. I used some of Ron's from last year; The Standard Book of Spells Grade 6, and Defensive Magical Theory; the Second Addition. I got some extra Defense Against the Dark Arts books, just because it's my favourite subject, a text book for my Ancient Magic class, and then Intermediate Transfiguration. No doubt what that's for. I talked to McGonagall last term, about becoming an Animagus, and she said I could do it, but that I should probably wait until the end of my seventh year. She never said this, but I don't think she wants an Animagus running around the school, and to tell you the truth, I don't really blame her. But I think that'd be really neat, to become an Animagus. Like Sirius, and Harry's dad. I wonder how it works, becoming an Animagus I mean. McGonagall never told us anything about it in class. Like, do you choose the animal you become, or is it, like, your animal counterpart? That'd be kind of neat too, but if you didn't like the animal...Oh well, I guess you'd have to get used to it.
But anyways, we met up with Hermione today in Diagon Alley. She hadn't come over because she spent her summer holidays with her parents. They went on a trip to some tropical island. Hermione was telling me about it, and it sounded great. She didn't talk long though because Ron was getting really impatient and wanted to talk to her. I wonder if he's going to ask her out? It'd be about time! Ron's liked Hermione since...well, for a long time, and I know Hermione likes Ron too, but she doesn't think he likes her. It's all quite amusing actually. They argue so much, but it's only because they like each other so much. I think it's quite obvious, and I told Harry this one time after Hermione and Ron had gotten into a specifically silly argument and had stomped off to their respective rooms, and Harry just smiled. He said he thought so too, but that we shouldn't say anything to them because they would just deny it. I sighed and told him he was probably right. He got right snarky then. Said of course he was right, he always was. I just sort of looked at him and laughed. He looked royally offended then. I couldn't stop laughing then, and Harry smiled. All in all it was very funny. Harry's got a nice smile though. Usually when he's upset he doesn't have time to smile, but last year was sort of odd. I could tell he was upset, but whenever he smiled, it was a real smile, not a fake one he put on for show. It reached his eyes and made them sparkle. Like fresh pickled toads! I can't believe I did that! In retrospect, I was only eleven, but I still feel bad. The embarassment it must have caused him! Oh well.
Anyway, I don't have any more time to write. Mum's calling me down for dinner, and I really have to sleep tonight. I haven't had a really good night's sleep since harry got here. Ron and Him are always doing something that needs supervision! So infantile!
Ginny
AN: Well, there it is. Tell me what you think! And again, I apologize for any mistakes.