This is my first fan-fiction, so if anyone could give me tips on writing or even how to properly use the Fanfiction settings, please shout out.
You may notice several grammar and spelling mistakes scattered throughout the chapters/diary entries. Please note that these are deliberate, in characterizing Ginny as an eleven-year-old girl!
Since I'm new, reviews would be very much appreciated! Hope you enjoy!
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23rd August
Dear Diary,
Well, I guess, 'hi' and 'nice to meet you'. I've never kept a diary or anything so I don't really know what I'm doing, so if I seem a bit awkward, then I'm sorry.
Today we went to Diagon Alley again, but this time I actually got to buy my schoolbooks for the first time! It was great because instead of being left at home as usual while everyone buys their robes and wands and icecreams and potions, I got to buy things too!
The day started off a little unexpected. I mean, we Flooed to Diagon Alley, which was normal but Harry wasn't there. I felt sorry for him when Mum gave him the old brown flowerpot and he didn't know what to do. I was going to say something but his eyes were the same colour as the emerald flames after Ron left and I blushed. So of course I couldn't speak to him then.
I wish I had beautiful green eyes like Harry's, not muddy and brown and boring.
But anyway, we were all getting panicky when we came through to Diagon Alley and Harry wasn't there, though we thought he might have gone in Quality Quidditch Supplies already. He is really good at Quidditch. Ron told me that in their very first Quidditch lesson some boy called Draco Malfoy took some boy's Remembrall, and when he threw it up in the air Harry mounted his broom and caught it after a fifty-foot dive. After, he flew at Malfoy and ditched the Remembrall at his nose and broke it, yelling 'You f- but I didn't hear the rest because Mum came in and told him to pick up his socks and he stopped talking.
Sorry I got distractted again. I sometimes do that.
Anyway, it turns out Harry Flooed to Knockturn Alley! Fred said he landed in the Black Warlock's Wares- I heard they sell snake fangs and cursed things and other awful stuff- and actually bought some werewolf venom but I don't believe anything Fred says. He and George always make things up. Ron's a bit better because he doesn't make things up or exxagerate.
After we found Harry, we met Hermione and her parents- they're Muggles! Everyone knew who she was, but no one told me she was Ron's friend. I wonder if they're boyfriend and girlfriend?
No, I don't think so. Ron's too freckly and annoying and she seems way too smart for him.
But anyway- Muggles! I wish I had Muggle parents. It'd be so cool. There must be so many things that are normal to them that we've never heard of! But because Hermione's a witch she gets to learn about both. She's so lucky. Though it was very strange- Hermione's mother was wearing boy trousers, I think. They were kind of old looking and faded blue and clung to her legs a bit. Her parents were very nice and talked to me a lot. They did scare me a little bit though… I heard them talking quietly about Hermione- I was nearby, I wasn't listening to them!- and they were saying something about how she could use braces for her teeth. I could accept the faded blue pants, but wearing suspenders in your mouth is just plain wrong. Maybe some wizarding fashions seem strange to them though. They do keep staring at everyone like they've never seen robes before.
After we met up with Hermione and her parents, we went and got cauldrons- I don't know why Mum got cauldrons first, it seems silly to carry all that extra weight around, but I'm using George's old leaky cauldron so I didn't have to carry anything extra- then went to Flourish and Blotts to get our new books.
We met Gilderoy Lockhart! It was so exciting!
Gilderoy is soo handsome with brilliant blue eyes and wavy golden hair… it's kind of funny watching Mum and Hermione get giggly about him. Personally I still think Harry's deep jade shade is nicer, especially since it contrasts with his coal black hair and thin face. But even though it was thrilling seeing Gilderoy Lockhart, we met the boy that Ron was talking about in the summer- Draco Malfoy.
He had nice hair- pale blonde and sleek, I wish I didn't have stupid red hair- but he sneered a lot and looked mean. He looked rich as well, since he was wearing robes embroidered with DM (that's how I knew it was him). He was awful though. And his eyes were awful, a kind of cold grey. It was so embarrassing though, he said 'Oh, look Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!' when I tried to defend Harry. I think I'll just not speak in front of Harry… I always embarrass myself! I wish I could just be confident in front of him.
His dad came after he heard Draco and the boys fighting- Harry, Ron and Fred were there, I forgot to say- and he looked exactly the same. It was even worse than his son, because he showed everyone the fourth-hand Transfiguration book Mum bought for me for six Knuts. I hate being poor. And I don't like the Malfoys with their white hair and dirty personalities.
Anyway, I've been writing for hours now so I probably should go to bed, if only the ghoul would please shut up.
Oh, I completly forgot though! Mum bought me this diary as surprise, but she didn't say anything so the others wouldn't get jealous that I got a present and they didn't. It's a bit old-looking, but vintage things are interesting- they always make me think about people and the stories everyone has, instead of just a boring blank notebook.
Well now that the ghoul has finally gone to bed- how he gets to sleep in that hideous orange bedroom I don't know- I can finally rest.
Good night- I'll write again tomorrow!
Ginny xx
P.S. Do you like my description of Harry's eyes- 'emerald' and 'jade'? They're just so lovely that there has to be a better word to describe them than boring old 'green'. I did borrow Mum's thesaurus, so tomorrow I'll find some more new words!