Why did my parents have to call me Ginny? WHY?
The names...dear god the names...some people must have death wishes I swear.
I am NOT Ginevra (Are we in the dark ages?)
I am NOT Gin (makes me sound like either a drink or an alcoholic)
I am NOT Virginia (that name just sparks other names)
I am NOT Ginge (jokes on the hair are not appreciated)
I am NOT Ginger (yet again...I am not ginger anyway, its more a red unlike the rest of my family)
I am NOT Weaslette (if Malfoy calls me that one more time I'll punch him so hard he will not get back up)
I am Ginny.
Simple enough but some people just have this wish to die young. They really do. Most have now learnt to call me Ginny but there are still one or two who like to get throttled until they pass out.
It is now two days before I go back for my fourth year at Hogwarts, I've got all my stuff ready, done my summer homework that the evil Professor Snape gave us and I have now officially gotten over Harry Potter.
Okay the last part is a lie.
Harry Potter is still the cherry ontop the ice cream of my life...wow that sounded sad. But it's true. The world is that little bit brighter when I think about how he's going to save us all from the Dark Lord.
I know you're thinking why does she call him the dark lord? Well, that shimmer of life, that ghost of Voldemort's former self that corrupted me for so long left an echo within me. Still when I'm alone every now and again those thoughts that had run through our mind whisper to me.
I am to be the one true Dark Lord, they will all fear me above all others.
Look at them all, pests, vermin, dirt beneath Pureblood feet. Soon I shall be the one to clean this earth, purify this world. They have no right to live freely and I will end this.
Pathetic child, you shall help me. Die for my cause. A Weasley, blood traitor. It sickens me to be within this body, this pathetic blood traitor body. But you can die in the knowledge that you helped the Dark Lord kill this scum. This human waste that should not breath the air I do.
It was my fault the whole thing happened of course. I could have fought harder. But I didn't. Tom Riddle took over and I let him. Justin Finch-Fletchy, Hermione, Penelope, Nearly Headless Nick, Mrs Norris, Hagrids pets, my old friend Colin and I'm sure I did other things but Tom seemed to have taken one or two things from me, things that no one seems to know. It scared me to think that I'll never know what he did with my body in those times.
But now I'm getting morbid. Where was I? Oh yes. Harry Potter. Like I said he is the boy-who-lived. He's the one we're all supposed to look to in dark times. It makes me feel safe, even though he's only a 15 year old boy.
Harry is now up stairs with Ron and Hermione. They're probably sitting Ron's bed talking about school or the war.
And I'm down here. In my room. In a few minutes, however, I will be up in the air, flying over the trees. I'll be free from this place.
Not on my own of course, I'll be on a broom. You see when no one is around I break into our broom shed and take one of my brother's brooms and go out for a spin. But keep it quiet, they would kill me if they knew. One time they almost caught me, Fred did, but I managed to convince him Ron had done it. That was when Fred and George almost got Ron to make an unbreakable vow with them never to touch their brooms again. Until mum and dad found them. It had to hurt.
Well now is my time. Mum and Dad just took my brothers, Hermione and...Harry, out. I just heard the door go.
I ran out of my room and slid down the banister to the bottom, throwing the door open I sprinted to the closet. I quickly picked the lock with one of my hair clips. I chose George's broom this time and mounted like Madam Hooch had taught us in class.
Soon I was in the air, hair flying around my face and my mind was singing. I was dancing to my own song. I was so high up now, I could see the village, all those tiny houses, all those people with their own lives, own thoughts, own feelings, own dreams, own fears. It made me feel tiny. I went higher and higher until I reached the clouds, my face and hair was damp, I could feel the small droplets of water running down my face, it was exhilarating. Eventually I had to go down, my hands were becoming a little numb.
With a large smile I pulled on the handle forcing the broom to do a spin, then again, and again. I lowered the handle all the while and soon I was spinning down to the earth, my head thrown back, hair flying and eyes bright as I went round an round until my body hit the earth with a soft thud. I stood up shakily and put the broom back, locking the cuboard.
After my glimse of freedom I went back up to my room to dry my hair and started to re-read my essay for Potions, and even though in the very back of my mind that voice was still saying You are a blood traitor, but a blood traitor who will help me soon... I couldn't keep the smile off my face.
Two days til school. Till I see my popular friends. Did I not mention that? I am one of the popular girls now. One of the girls who have the boys throwing themselves at us, never me, one of the other girls, but I'm still one of them.
Anyway.
Two days and counting.