ok, i deleted my story cause it was really messed up, and i'm adding it back on again.
slytherinphoenix7
I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me as the sorting hat fell over my eyes. What would it be like to be placed in another house besides Gryffindor? Every one of my brothers, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron, had been placed there, my parents as well. It was an accepted fact that I would, no doubt about it. Then Ron told me that the Patil twins were placed in separate houses. Did being a girl make me different, and liable to be placed somewhere else? No. I thought firmly, setting my teeth. I will be placed in Gryffindor. I must. My thoughts were interrupted by a small voice.
"Hmmm. You're a Weasley, aren't you? They've all been placed in Gryffindor, haven't they? I see lots of courage, and intelligance, you have amibition, and love. Ravenclaw would be good for you, you are pureblood, you could be a Slytherin...."
No! I must be in Gryffindor! I bit down on my lip, willing the hat to put me in Gryffindor.
"I see. GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted, and the Great Hall erupted in cheers. All except the Slytherins, of course.
I hopped off the stool and walked quickly to the Gryffindor table. I sat down next to a boy with a camera, and across from Hermione, who smiled at me, and whispered 'congratulations', and then glanced at the door before turning her attention to the sorting ceremony. I looked at the staff table; there were several spots vacant. Notably, Professor Snape was missing. Then I looked back puzzled at Hermione, and realized what was going on. Ron and Harry were not there. Harry had missed my sorting. I had seen him that summer when Fred, George, and Ron rescued him from his relative's house. He had gone to King's Cross with us, but I hadn't seen him since I went through the barrier. Come to think of it. I hadn't seen him on the train, either. I desperately hoped he wasn't hurt. My imagination began to run wild. What if he was lying on the platform in drenched in his own blood! He might have been pushed off the train by Draco. That filthy Slytherin; he would do something like that. I thought viciously. What is he was crumpled at the bottom of a ravine!
"Ginny?" I looked up startled. It was Fred. He was sitting across from me and to the left. He had a worried look on his face. "Alright?"
I nodded. "Are you sure?" George had focused his attention on me too. "Your face is all red, and you look upset..." "Hush, she's alright, just getting over the tension se felt being sorted!" Hermione cut in. She glanced at me suspiciously, and I flashed her a grateful look.
I didn't find out what happened to Harry and Ron until later. It turned out that they had driven Dad's enchanted car to Hogwarts, because the Barrier on the platform had closed, and they couldn't get through. So they had flown, and crashed into the Whomping Willow, found by Professor Snape, and almost expelled.
I went to breakfast, and as I entered the Great Hall, a noise filled my ears. It was Mum.
"----STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE----"
It was a howler. Ron had sunk down in his chair, and Harry was red too.
"---- LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED ----"
Leave it to mum to drag poor Harry in. It wasn't his fault. Harry's face turned even redder. I had sat down across from him.
"---- ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED – YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME."
A silence fell over the Great Hall. The howler burned and fell on the table in ashes. Some laughed, and then talking resumed. Hermione, who was sitting next to me and reading Voyages with Vampires, looked at Ron and said.
"Well, I don't know what you expected, Ron, but you..."
She was cut off, "Don't tell me I deserved it," Ron snapped.
That first day was hectic with classes. I hadn't had a chance to organize my books and clothes yet, so I grabbed the ones I needed and rushed off to my first class. That night after finishing a Potions essay, I went through my trunk and placed everything in an orderly place. I was organizing my schoolbooks. Placing the old ones on the bottom, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts books on the top. It was an entire set. Harry had given them to me. Professor Lockheart had seen Harry at a book signing and gotten his picture, as well as given him an entire set of his books. As I was placing them in my trunk, I noticed a book that I had definitely not bought. I was a leather bound book, and very thin. I opened it to the first page, and flipped to through the book. There was nothing written inside. Oh well. I can use it as a diary for myself. I thought, fingering the book, turning it repeatedly. I felt a strange fascination for this book. I set it down and finished unpacking.
That night I went to bed and dreamed about Harry. Draco Malfoy was cursing me, and was about to kill me, when Harry rushed over hit Draco with a stunning spell. He ran over to where I was lying, and picked me up. He bent down closer... his face drew near to mine.
"Ginny?" Mia Perkins, a girl from my year was shaking me. "You'd better get up now! We still have to eat breakfast before classes!"
I jumped out of bed and quickly pulled on my robes. I raced down the stairs and out the portrait, all the way downstairs to the great hall. I grabbed the first piece of toast I saw and raced back upstairs to get my books for the day.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was terrible. Most of the girls literally swooned over Professor Lockhart. Then he proceeded to give us a test. I started the test, and almost fell out of my seat in shock. It was several pages long, and all the questions were about him! What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color? Who's going to know things like that? I wrote down 'sky blue', because he was wearing that color shirt under his robes. I finished question ten- my tenth guess as well, and looked around. Most of the girls were scribbling away. Some of the boys just looked at their papers blankly. I finished all 54 questions, and turned in my paper. 53 guesses. 1 blank. Professor Lockhart looked very disappointed after scanning my paper.
That night I pulled out the diary, and began to record my thoughts. I thought about how to begin, my quill poised above the page. Before I could stop it, a drop of ink fell on the page. I was about to rip the page out, when I stopped. The ink was fading into the page. I quickly turned to the page before, but there was not sign of ink anywhere. I had an inspiration, and hurriedly wrote, "My name is Ginny Weasley." I paused and watched the ink disappear.
New ink was appeared. Hello Ginny, The ink read. My name is Tom Riddle, and this is my diary. Where and how did you get it? The words faded also, and I wrote back eagerly.
"I found it in my trunk. Someone put it in my Transfiguration book."
Not everyone wants this book read.
"What do you mean?"
I wrote to Tom every day, and it became somewhat of an obsession. I was more and more distant with my friends and siblings. I told Tom everything. He understood everything I said; he was kind and thoughtful. One night, I was sitting behind a couch, out of sight; I was writing to Tom again. I sat there, not paying attention to anything, until I heard my name. It was Ron talking.
"...Ginny. Have you noticed how she's distant with me? Sometimes she won't even look at me!"
"Ron, I know exactly what you're talking about. She doesn't talk to me anymore either, but give her a chance to tell you what's going on ok?" Hermione said. "Have you noticed anything, or is Quidditch keeping you to busy, Harry?"
"I see her a lot; I catch her staring at me, but I don't mind, or think about it. It's not like she following me like a puppy," Harry said slowly, thinking about it, and was silent for a bit, and then exclaimed. "Not like Colin, trying to get my picture all the time!"
Ron and Hermione laughed. Then there was a bit of silence, only broken by Harry.
"You know, when I do see her, she always looks at me vacantly. Ginny normally has a blank look on her face."
"She is starting to worry me, Ron," Hermione said with a hint of fear in her voice.
ok, my first fanfic eva! yippee..