I woke up on a warm August day. I don't know which day, but that's just how disorganized I am. Ron said I've been really spacey lately, but I don't care. Not like he ever notices how I am anyway. I sat up in bed and stretched then looked around my room. It needed cleaning, badly. It had school books and parchment everywhere, on my bed and on the floor. I threw off my covers and looked around for my slippers. They were underneath my tattered copy of "Hogwarts: A History." I couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts. Sometimes I worried if I would make it all the way, because of the expense, but I ended up making it every year. I was going into my 5th year this year, and had the O.W.L.s coming up. I put on my slippers and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Ginny, dear." Mum said as she made breakfast. I smiled.

"Good morning, mum, dad." I said. Dad was too engrossed in the Daily Prophet to reply properly, so he merely grunted. Fred and George decided to walk in at that moment.

"What's for breakfast?" George said.

"Yeah, I'm hungry." Fred said, sitting down.

"Really? I'm starving. Nice to meet you, Hungry." George said, shaking Fred's hand.

"You to, Starving." Fred said.

"Well if you are Hungry and you are Starving, then I am famished." I said, rubbing my tummy. Fred and George were laughing their heads off and dad chuckled. Mum shook her head and smiled. Ron came in and sat down.

"Dad, Harry and Hermione should be ready by now." He said.

"Good, I've made plenty of breakfast. Lord knows Harry needs it." Mum said, making toast. I got up and helped mum make breakfast. I am pretty good at cooking, one of my fewer good qualities. I am 15 and pretty average for my age. I personally don't think I am much, because I am your average Weasley, you know, red hair and all that. Not spectacular. Actually, I could now prove otherwise. I think I have grown up a bit since last June, not that anyone would bother noticing. They never do. I'm invisible to the world. Shadowed by my older brothers, and Ron's friends. But now I am more like a proper lady. I am now 5'8", pretty tall for a Weasley.

Dad got up and went to the fireplace. He grabbed some floo powder and whooshed away. I sighed and attended to the eggs. Dad came back about 5 minutes later with Harry, Hermione, Hedwig, Crookshanks, and both their trunks. Hermione dusted herself off and walked over to help mum and me with breakfast.

"Hello, Hermione," I said. We hugged and she said:

"How are you, Ginny?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

Hermione hugged mum and asked if she could help.

"No, that's alright, dear. We are almost done. Go and sit down." Mum said. Hermione reluctantly sat down. Harry got done talking to Fred and George and walked over.

"Harry, dear, how are you? You are going to have plenty of breakfast I hope you know." Mum said, hugging Harry.

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, I will, and I'm fine. Good morning, Ginny. I haven't seen you since June. Wow, you look different." Harry said, smiling.

"Good morning, thank you. Happy Belated 16th birthday, Harry," I said, grabbing some plates from the cabinets. Ha, finally he notices me. Gawd.

"Thank you. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, go sit down," I said, setting the plates on the counter. He said okay and sat down next to Ron. They chatted about Quidditch of course. I set the table and helped mum serve everyone. Finally I served myself and sat down. I started eating and listening to other people talk, because that's what I do. Hermione started to ask me something, but I was interrupted by an owl coming in through the window. It dropped a letter for Ron, Harry, Hermione and I. The other three just glanced at their letters and put them down. I, however, noticed that my letter was rather bulky. I opened it cautiously and skimmed the first part, which was my supplies list, and then I turned to the second sheet, which I read slowly. It said:

Dear Miss Weasley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as a Hogwarts Prefect. Please report to the front of the train on September 1st for proper instruction.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I gasped loudly and dropped the letter containing my badge in my toast. I was shocked. So shocked, that I didn't notice everyone staring at me. Then again, it probably set me into more shock, because no one ever does notice me.

"What's wrong, Ginny?" Hermione asked. When I didn't answer, she picked up the letter and envelope and read it.

"Wow, Ginny! You're a Prefect!" She exclaimed. Mum jumped up and came 'round the table to hug me. Dad gave me a "thumbs up" and Ron smiled. Fred and George merely laughed their heads off. They were so immature for 18 year olds.

"Another Weasley, I'm so proud of you, dear!" Mum said, crying.

"Good job," Said Harry, smiling. I nodded numbly and picked up my badge.

"Wow, me!" I whispered. I couldn't believe that they had chosen me as a Prefect.

"Why d'you seem so shocked, Ginny? You've good grades." Hermione asked.

"I dunno."

"That means Harry'll be all alone on the train unless he sits with Neville or someone." Ron said.

"Don't fuss, Ron, I'll be fine." Harry said.

"Yeah, but what if Malfoy comes and bothers you? No one'll be there to stand up for you or hold you back." Ron said, a little worried.

"Um, Ron, Malfoy is a Prefect to. He can't bother Harry." Hermione said, rolling her eyes. I laughed.

"I knew that," Ron said dumbly. Fred and George were laughing at him. Ron's ears went so red that they could've caught fire. Ron really amazes me sometimes.

"Right," Harry said, stretching out the "I."

"Really, I was just testing you." Ron said.

"Yes, whatever, Ron. Harry would you like some more?" Mum said.

"Um," Harry started, but stopped because mum gave him a look that said simply:

EAT MORE so Harry said:

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, thank you." I smiled and finished my bacon. I took my plate and dad's to wash. I asked Hermione if she was done and helped her with her trunk upstairs. It wasn't that far up, so it didn't take that long.

"We're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow!" Mum called up the stairs. I love it there, it is so chaotic.