Ginny Weasley and the Chamber of Secrets

(I own nothing. This is just my version of what might've happened during Ginny's first year of school. Please enjoy!)

Prologue: A Summer to Remember

July 31, 1992.

Dear Diary,

HOGWARTS! I can't believe that I'm finally going this year! I can't WAIT! I just can't wait! I'll be able to spend time with Ron, Fred, George, and Percy again. Speaking of which, Ron's been talking non-stop about his new friends ever since he got back. Their names are Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Ron goes on about them all the time. And when I say all the time, I mean ALL THE TIME! I knew that Harry was in his year, but I didn't know they were best friends. Ron's really missing him. He's been telling us how great he is though. As if we didn't know. As for Hermione, honestly, the way he talks about her, you'd think they were married. 'Hermione's the best in our year,' he says. I wonder what she's like… but if she is like he says she is, I can't wait to meet her. I can't wait… only one more month to go!

Ginny Molly Weasley

Ginny had just finished filling out the final page in her diary. She only had enough room left to write her name before she stuck it in her pillowcase like she had always done before. She would have to be sure to get a new one before she went to school… she was sure that she was going to have a lot to write about her first year.

At that moment, she heard her brother Ron asking her mother from downstairs, "Mum? Has Errol come back yet? I wrote a letter to Harry a while ago but he hasn't written back yet. It's important."

"Why?" their Mum asked.

"It's Harry's birthday," he said. "But he hasn't been writing back to me all summer."

Ginny blushed as she heard those words. Harry Potter was now twelve. "Wow…"

Ginny Weasley's eyes began to glaze over as she began to daydream. She would be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with four of her brothers this year. Not to mention with Harry Potter was coming to spend the rest of the summer with her family. She'd had grown up hearing of him, how he had defeated You-know-Who when he was barely a year old. She had heard all the stories, and read all the books on him she could find… she had been wanting to meet him for as long as she could remember.

He just fascinated her… the one and only time she had seen him was when they got off the train a month ago. He was very polite as he thanked her mother for the sweater and the sweets that she had sent him. She could still remember… he had jet-black hair that stuck up in all directions, wore glasses that showed the most beautiful green eyes that she had ever seen. She so wanted to meet him! To get a chance to talk to him.

Oh, it was going to be so exciting, going to school with her brothers and learning so many new things. She had six brothers, although the two eldest were off at their jobs. Bill, the oldest and her favorite, was a curse-breaker for Gringott's Bank. Charlie was somewhere in Romania working with Dragons. She missed them both every day.

Percy, well, they never paid too much attention to each other. He spent all his time trying to become Head Boy at Hogwarts and working on his future to bother himself with her. He had been worrying her lately. All summer he had shut himself inside his room, sending letters to someone and snapping at anyone who would dare to knock on his door. And he had just gotten his O.W.L.'s as well… he out 12 and he barely gloated! He wasn't himself.

Fred and George, the twins, always caused trouble wherever they went, thriving on attention. As long as you weren't the object of their pranks, you couldn't ask for better friends. Unfortunately,

Ron, however, was the one that was the most distant from her—figuratively speaking at least. He was only a year older than her, and they had always been at each other's sides for as long as she could remember. She had missed Ron all last year while he was off at his first year at school, and she had been so excited when he finally came back home.

But when he finally did, Ron had changed. She didn't know how it happened, but he was different now. He was always off plotting with the twins, or telling her to go away so that he could have some time alone. It was funny how, in a house full of people, she didn't have anyone to talk to.

She could always go and talk to her mum. But sometimes she was just so busy; after all, it can't be easy with 7 kids and a husband. Her dad, whom Ginny loved to death, has started working overtime at his job with Ministry. Her dad loved to show her all the new things he brought home from his The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. He even let her watch as he bewitched some of the things he'd taken from there, as long as she didn't tell mum. Just a couple years ago she watched him enchant some old car so that it could fly.

She never did tell her mum.

But soon she would be going to Hogwarts… she had been waiting to go ever since she'd seen Bill leave on the train… everything was going to be ok once she got there. She just knew it.

*A couple days later*

"Ron, please!" begged Ginny sincerely, tailing Ron for what felt like the hundredth time this past week.

"Ginny," growled Ron, getting more annoyed every second. "I've already told you everything I know about him!"

But Ginny wasn't going to give up that easily. She followed Ron all the way downstairs and outside, until he finally turned to face her looking desperate to get her out of his face. "What, Ginny?"

Ginny stood her grown and glared at him. She saw him sighed deeply. "Tell me just one more time, Ron, please!" Ginny pleaded.

"Oh, fine, all right then," said Ron, throwing his arms up in the air, finally giving in. "He has got to be one of the most polite people I've ever met. From what Hagrid says, he looks a lot like his dad, but has his mum's eyes. He hardly ever things about himself, which, let me tell you, gets old really fast. And he's got these green eyes and black hair that just never lies flat no matter what he does to it. He's nerves of steel, Ginny. You should've seen at the end of last year. Hermione told me that he made her go back to get me, and that he went on and beat You-Know-Who, again, for the second time, all by himself. And You-Know-Who couldn't touch him, couldn't lay a hand on him. So Harry, just barely made it out alive."

"Barely made it out alive?" said Ginny, eyes wide. "I can't believe it! He escaped again? Wow, Harry's really brave…"

"Yeah, Ginny, he is," said Ron annoyed. "Now why don't you go bug someone else about him? I'm busy with something."

"What?" asked Ginny curiously, though not really paying attention, her mind still wandering, thinking about Harry.

He must have the most amazing eyes.

They're green, like his mum's.

They must look like jewels…

"Ginny?" roared Ron. "Will you please leave me alone?"

Ginny, stuck her tongue out at him before she went marching off to find her mum.

"Hi, Mum!" she greeted cheerfully, as she watched her mother flicked her wand, before a knife flew up and started chopping up some vegetables. Another knife was slicing up a loaf of bread while the salt and pepper shakers were hovering above a pot of soup as if hanging on invisible strings.

"Hello, Ginny," said her mother.

Ginny was wondering when Harry would be coming to stay for the summer. Ron had sent at least a dozen letters to Harry, but he was starting to get a bit antsy about how he hasn't been writing lately.

"Ginny, are you thinking about Harry again?" asked Molly with an expression of deep disbelief on her weary, tired looking face.

Ginny said nothing but grinned widely at her mum. "Ron's getting really annoyed at me, I reckon—he told me to get lost."

At that moment, Fred and George both came waltzing into the kitchen, making fun of Percy like they did every day. "Yes, Fred, I just can't wait to go shine my Prefect's badge…" said George mocking Percy's voice.

"I know, George, it's just going to look magnificent against my robes…" said Fred, and they both received a glare from their mother.

"If you two were serious for once in your lives thenmaybe you both willhave Prefect's badges to shine!" Molly snapped at them.

"What do we want to be Prefects for?" George asked outraged.

"Where's the fun in that?" Fred agreed.

As Ginny laughed, mum told them to get ready for dinner before she picked up a basket of clean clothes and stormed away angrily, leaving Ginny staring away dreamily out the window.

"Dreaming about someone with green eyes again, eh, Ginny?" Fred whispered into her ear.

Truthfully, she had been thinking about him. In fact, she couldn't stop thinking about him, no matter how hard she tried! Ron knew him, he could be coming any day! How could she stop thinking about that, when he could be here? She couldactually get to meet him…

"Apparently so, Fred…" said George, swinging his hand in front of Ginny's face. She immediately snapped her face towards them, her jaw set in a look that resembled their mother.

"NO!" she yelled at them. "Leave me alone!"

Fred and George grinned as she grumpily got off her chair. "Oh, Harry!" said George, giggling, a hand over his heart before he threw his extra arm around Fred and made kissing noise.

"Yes, Ginny?" Fred said just as dramatic.

Ginny had seen enough. A pit of anger growing in her stomach, she ran up the stairs, making as much noise as she could.

It took her about half an hour for her to calm down. She lay on her stomach, looking over a tattered scrap book that she made. Pasted onto the pages were clipping from the Daily Prophet, articles about You-Know-Who's defeat eleven years ago.

"Voldemort Falls", "Harry the Hero", "Where is Potter Now?", "Harry Begins Hogwarts!", "You-Know-Who Defeated Again!"

The stories had been twisted around and exaggerated quite a bit, but Ginny didn't care, because there were plenty of pictures of the three students who had stopped the Dark Lord, and that was more important to her. Her brother Ron and his friends Harry and Hermione Granger smiled up at her.

'Harry's so brave,' she thought, gazing at the moving black-and-white photograph of him. 'I'd be scared to death of facing You-Know-Who, but he did it all by himself. There's no way I could do that. Ron and that Hermione helped a lot I know, but in the end, it was Harry who faced him. Strong, brave, handsome Harry…'

(Maybe this is a little obsessive… but come on. Every girl out there has been obsessed about a celebrity at least once in their lives. I should warn you all though, Ginny gets even more obsessive later on—but there's going to be a reason for it! I hope that you come to enjoy this new story. This is what I think could've happened during Ginny's first year at Hogwarts.)