A/N: I realize this is a weird story, and that it may not make much sense right now, but I promise it will eventually. And I have to try and actually finish this story. I am so bad at that. Sorry!!
Diclaimer: it belongs to JK. I love her!
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The Very Private and Most Secretive Journal of Ginevra Molly Weasley

1/1/97

New Year Resolutions:

1. Cut down on the chocolate (I will get fat and I have no intentions ending up with spots all over my face. Very unattractive!)

2. Do my homework before the night before it's due. (Late nights no sleep sleeping in class angry Snape death!)

3. Go to bed before 11pm every school night, midnight on weekends. (See #2)

4. Stop obsessing over boys with green eyes, black hair and too-good-to-be-true quidditch abilities. (No comment. Just do it!)

2/1/97

Today was the single most boring day of my existence! Spent most of it lounging around the common room with someone who claims to be my brother and should thus be entertaining me, not staring daftly into empty space (otherwise known as Hermione's head. Oki, that may be a bit too mean, seeing as Hermione is quite smart and the fact that Ron can't keep his eyes off her is not really her fault. (not really)). Harry was there as well, but he was buried in his homework and trying to think of ways to save the world, which means he wasn't very talkative. Not that he would have talked to me if he wasn't busy, but that's not the point. Besides, I will not think of him anymore. (Side note to self: since I have made the resolution not to obsess over him, does that also mean I can't think of him? Is there a difference between obsessing and thinking? Could I think of him without obsessing over him? Not very likely, so Harry will henceforth be known as HP, which means I can briefly mention him without actually thinking about him. Yes, that makes sense. Not really, but this is my journal, so I get to decide!)

After spending quite a few hours trying to engage Ron in a match of exploding snap and failing miserably I went for a walk to see if I could find someone to talk to. I don't think I ever realised just how huge Hogwarts is. Especially when one is all alone without a friend in this world and even the portraits starts to mock one and one's aloneness. (Yes, that happened, but I will not speak of it. I am trying to convince myself it was only a product of my overimagiveness... err... over... umm... my mind. Yes... there you go.)

Ran into a fifth year from Hufflepuff - David something, but he looked very busy and unwilling to play exploding snap. Then I encountered Prof. McG, and she told me quite sternly to go back to my common room and not wander about at such late hours (it was 8pm!!!), upon which I, being the dutiful student that I am, did as I was told. (This was after a quick trip by the kitchens to get a snack and to chat with the elves. At least they appreciated my presence, as opposed to someone who shall not be named, but has red hair and is probably setting the record for 'most obsessive staring in the history of man'. You can only talk to elves for so long without going crazy, though, so I went back to the common room after not too long.)

It is now 9pm and I am seriously considering going to bed. This would be a good start on my resolution #3 (see above) and good practice for when school starts up again. Besides, if I go to bed three hours earlier tonight, that means I can get to bed three hours later tomorrow. (What do you mean that's not how it works? Shut up! This is my journal! And those are my rules so I know how they work. Shut up!!!!!!)

I have now tried for hours to get someone's attention, but I have given up and will go to bed. Good night, and if I do not come back tomorrow then to whoever reads this after I am gone, be sure to mention at my funeral that I died from boredom. That will teach them! Oh by the way, if you are either Ron or Harry... err... HP, or any of my brothers (maybe except Bill cause he's nice... sometimes) or my parents, then I hope you feel guilty for snooping around my private stuff! Guilty!!!

5/1/97

Today classes started, which was nice. At least there are people here now, and not just stupid brothers and their stupid girlfriends (at least soon to be girlfriend, because honestly, how much longer can they live in this tension and not notice anything????) and not to mention stupid boys who don't know what is right for them even when it is sitting right in front of their bloody eyes trying to make them understand just how blind they are! (Yes, the 'do not obsess over Harry-act' has gone to hell. Sorry about the swearing, by the way, but it really is the best way to describe it. Besides, what could I say? It has gone†down and under? Well, I guess I could, but who says that these days? Certainly no one I know! But that is truly not the point here.)

Had Potions first period as always, and that was horrible. Snape hates me, I am quite sure. And who assigns two rolls of parchment as homework on the first day???? Bah!!!!

Second and third period was double Divination, and I think I fell asleep. Not that it matters. Ever since that... incident... last year Prof. Trelawney has decided to ignore me, which is just as good. I am trying to ignore her, as well. (Bit hard to ignore those immense glasses of hers, though.)

Fourth period was Transfiguration, which wasn't all too bad. We did some minor conjuring, and if I may say so I was quite good at it. Class also ended a little before time because that Hufflepuff guy, David (the one I met in the halls on the Boring Day) started sprouting nose blood all over his desk and all over me (he was my partner), and Prof. McG sent him to the hospital wing and me to change my robes. All in all a good class. (The blood was gross, though.)

Then it was lunch. Lunch was uneventful. Managed to drag Ron away from his Hermione-staring long enough to discuss tomorrow night's quidditch practice. He's promised to help me with some tactic stuff. We must win the game against Ravenclaw on Saturday or we are dead!!!

After lunch I had DADA, which was quite oki. While we were there a storm started moving in, so that Care of Magical Creatures had to be cancelled. (Side note to self: talk to Hagrid about the NEWT class. Does he require an O?)

Then I had dinner, and after that I went to work on my insanely long Potions essay. Then I practiced conjuring, which was neat, because I actually managed a glass of water after some practice. (Ron said it looked more like a transparent image of what could have been a glass, but I decided to ignore him. Him and his "I'm in sixth year so I know so much better than my ickle sister who is only a fifth-year". Bah, I say. Bah!)

All in all a decent day. Tomorrow I have Transfiguration again, then Arithmancy (what possessed me to take that class??? Note to self: get Hermione to help!! I am so failing it!) and after that I have double Potions (at least I did my homework! Good job!). I also have Astronomy and DADA again. And then it is the training session with Ron and then the real practice. Have to beat Ravenclaw!!

10/1/97

Just dropping by real quick to say that I may have a date to Hogsmeade on Valentine's Day! (Yes it is in over a month, but so what? Good to be prepared!) That David guy asked me out today in Transf. He may not be the best looking guy out there, but at least he is nice, and he knows I exist, as opposed to someone else.

By the way. We TOTALLY kicked Ravenclaw's ass. Slytherin coming up next and we will beat them as well. They are the worst team ever!!! (And yes, I will keep telling myself that, because if I wish hard enough it may actually happen.)

18/1/97

I am so horrible at this journal thing. I guess I got my share of diaries (even though this is not a diary, but a journal – small, but important difference) when I was 11. Besides, not too many exciting things happen in my life. Well, stuff happen, but not stuff that goes in here. I have long since decided that the war stays out of my journal. This is for happy stuff, not war stuff.

I am worried about Harry, by the way. He's been looking a bit... strange... lately. Like he carries the pain of the world on his shoulders. (How's that for dramatic?) I guess he does, as well. I wish there was something I could do. But I have to go on being the unnoticed, invisible little sister of his best friend. Just wish there was something.

But enough of the depressiveness. Goodness knows there is enough bad stuff happening, but I do not want it in my journal. I made that decision when I first got it. I need somewhere to get away from it all. Just a few seconds when I can pretend everything is good and nothing is wrong. There aren't too many of those places left now. Even Hogwarts is different. You can feel it in the air. Something is happening, and it makes me scared to think about. Which is why I won't. Not here.

Date with David still over a month away. Talked to him today at breakfast, but we couldn't speak for long. Jessica and Melody wanted me to help them with Transfiguration. I rock at conjuring stuff. Go me!

25/1/97

I can't believe January is almost over. It's been a good month, all in all. At least if you look away from the bad stuff. Which I will.

Nothing more happened today. Potions death, same with Arithmancy. I don't know what I would have done had it not been for Hermione.

Oh and Harry and I had a conversation today. It went like this:

Harry: Ginny, have you seen Ron?
Me (surprised to see that I am not invisible): no. Try the library. I heard Hermione said she was going there.
Harry (snickers and smiles. The first smile I have seen from him in ages. It didn't reach his eyes, though.): I will. Thank you.
Me (trying not to faint from the fact that we have actually shared a joke): Enjoy. And bring a bucket in case the grossness of it all overwhelms you.
Harry (snickers again): I should. See you later. And thanks again.
Me (to his back, after the portrait hole has closed and no one is within hearing range): you're welcome. I love you!

That was the conversation, and apart from the 'I love you' bit (which was quite spontaneous and not at all intended) it was quite good. I am improving. At least I didn't faint when he looked at me. Nice progress!

Date with David in a few weeks. Talked to him today and I think I will enjoy it.

2/2/97

Worst day ever. Will write more later, now I need to sleep.

3/2/97

Yesterday was horrible, as I said before. There was an attack on Hagrid's third years during class, and two kids are severely injured. Hagrid is doing oki, though, as are the rest of the kids. But this scares me so much, and they are talking about cancelling all CoMC classes. We aren't allowed to be outside after dark, either, which means we hardly get to go outside, seeing as it is February and it gets dark very early.

Met Harry in the hallway, and he is looking worse than ever. I feel so bad for him. He gave me a short smile as he passed me, though. I wish I could just hug him and tell him it would be oki and that everything would pass. I have a feeling he wouldn't appreciate it if I did, though, so I am keeping my distance.

Chances are the Hogsmeade trip on V day will be cancelled. Just as well since David that idiot told me he couldn't go. I guess I shouldn't be mad, but I am. No one has found me particularly attractive since Dean, and even he broke up with me after a few weeks. Stupid boys!

And stupid war. I wish I could go to sleep and when I woke up everything would be oki.

Bah, very melodramatic entry. The world is making me soft. I hate it.

10/2/97

Hogsmeade is officially cancelled. There was an attack there last night. I know I said I wouldn't write about the war, and I will keep that promise. Which is why this is my last entry for some time. The war is taking over everywhere, and I can't believe I worried about too much chocolate and being bored only a month ago. I hate this world, and if I survive all of this I promise that I will come back and write about happy stuff. Only happy stuff. Because I will survive. And I will have the greatest life ever. This is my promise, and I keep my promises. At least the important ones.

See you later.