Because today is my 16th birthday, good old Hermy got me this. At first I thought she was mad, but now I understand (sort of). After all, diaries are good for the soul!
Unless, you know. They turn out to be evil soul – sucking Dark Lords intent of controlling the entire wizarding world.
Then you have a problem.
But anyway, let's move on.
So, as I was saying, my name is Ginerva Weasley. My mother must have really hated me to have named me that, so I tend to go by Ginny. I have red hair (a Weasley trait) and brown eyes, which don't get me much recognition, surprisingly enough. Not only that, but somebody cursed my entire family, including me, to have a permanent case of the freckles.
I am deeply in love with a certain Harry –
Get off the pen Hermy, or I'll Bat Bogey you.
Fine, Gin Gin. But next time you need help with your homework I won't be giving it to you.
Ugh, she's off now. Probably off to snog with ickle Ronniekins. We all know one day that'll happen.
And anyway, for the record, I am not in love with Harry. I am totally over him now. Yep. For sure.
Oh who am I kidding?
No. BAD GINNY. HARRY IS OFF LIMITS. OFF LIMITS, DO YOU HEAR ME?!
Oh yeah, did I mention? Harry is off limits because of his girlfriend.
Yes, that's right. You didn't mishear me. Harry has a girlfriend.
Cho – bloody perfect – Chang. The girl of his dreams.
Also my worst enemy.
I need to find some way of channeling my anger. Maybe I should take up yoga?
Oh, God. I just had a vision of me in a leotard. Don't think I'll be trying yoga any time soon.
Chess?
What? Why did I think of that? I'm rubbish at chess. Even Harry can beat me.
NO. NOT THINKING OF HARRY. EVER.
Well, I'm off to cry myself to sleep because I've decided I'm fat and that's why Harry doesn't like me in that way.
Bye.
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Hi! It's been so long! I found this under my bed while I was cleaning my room of my Hogwarts equipment. I forgot to pack last night and ended up doing it this morning instead.
Hey, it's better than Ron at least. He's having to pack an overnight bag because he couldn't find half of his stuff. Mum's sending his trunk on tomorrow. She's really cross with him because Errol couldn't possibly take it on his own, so she's having to take it to the post office in Hogsmeade later, and have a team of owls send it off. It's going to cost her three Galleons and she is fuming.
Compared to him, I am the Golden Child.
Don't get me wrong, I love my brothers, all six of them.
Ahem.
All six of them.
Oh yeah, you're a diary. You can't gasp. I was expecting more of a reaction because every time someone finds out about how big my family is, it's like Ron when Mum makes bubble and squeak.
Anyway.
In case you didn't get the obvious hints, today we set off for Hogwarts. The bad news is, we were all squished in the car. You see, Dad once had a car, but it mysteriously disappeared. But, because Harry needs protection from Voldemort, the Ministry has lent us a car.
So anyway, we were all squished up. But the good news is that because I was next to Harry, we were all squished up together. Halfway through the journey, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, Harry was staring at me with an odd look on his face. I hope I wasn't drooling.
Ooh, I can see the castle! Time does fly. Better go change into my school robes!