A/N : Initially, I had decided to just stop it in the first chapter. But today something hit me from behind that made me sit down and write this chapter down. I suppose this is the last one. Maybe. Enjoy!

Dear Diary,

I think I mentioned in the last entry that I wouldn't continue writing in this diary. Yeah, well...I lied. Don't expect me to write regularly, though. Like I don't have better things in life to do. I have enough Holiday Homework as it is. And I am learning to cook and knit. I can't use magic at home, obviously, due to the Statue of Secrecy and the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, so mum doesn't allow me to use my wand.

But just because I can't, doesn't mean I won't.

Because it would be really stupid if I didn't. Its easy for the Ministry to trace back magic of muggleborns or magic performed in Muggle concentrated areas, but its not a piece of cake to trace back the magic of a child whose whole family is magic. But since Mum and Dad use magic and Percy will soon be able to do it at home too,( He is going to turn 17 this 22nd of August) all they'd be able to see is magic being performed in the Burrow. And not by whom in the Burrow.

And I am going to take advantage of that.

Not to learn how to cook and knit. Those activities are necessary, yes, but mundane. No need to waste my time and energy learning how to flip an omlette on the pan with a wand. All I'd be able to manage is to get the omlette stuck on the ceiling.

Come to think of it, that wouldn't be that bad. Guess I'll just put it in my To-Do List.

Done.

Anyway, I have decided to use the loophole in the Decree to learn a new spell. Last week, when I was feeding the Ghoul in the attic, I found Bill's old course book. He had bought it to learn some obscure spells that may come handy in his job. I flipped through it due to pure curiosity and found that some spells looked fairly simple. Not much, but if I put enough effort in it for a few months, maybe I'd be able to learn it.

Some spells in the book, though, made no sense to me. I couldn't even pronounce them and there were endless possibilities to get it wrong. Some of them were non-verbal and required immense concentration. It also required "disciplined" magic.

Even the simplest ones will take plenty of time time and effort. I'll list some here: the Stunning spell, the Boggart-Banishing spell, the Body-Bind Curse, Bat-Bogey Hex, andthe Summoning Charm. All of these are a bit advanced for me. The Boggart-Banishing Spell, for example, is Third year material and the Summoning Charm is taught in the Fourth year. I am reading the dark spells too. Just the theory, to be aware what people like Lucius Malfoy may use against me. That man is vile.

The book looked useful so I smuggled it to my room without anybody noticing. I am sure Bill won't mind. He probably doesn't even remember it. Besides, the thing was just collecting dust anyways.

I didn't want Ron, or Fred or George to find out about this, they are very restricting and overly protective, so I have hidden The Cursed Book of Curses.

Actually, the spot where I hide it was made purely by accident. I had recieved this heavy paperweight from Aunt Muriel on my eighth birthday because I had laughed with Fred and George when she sat down on the whoopie cushion. (I hadn't meant to be rude, my stifled laughter was still loud enough for her to hear, even though I was trying not to. I swear!) I was so angry that day that I just chucked that damned thing on the wall and, unfortunately, this huge chunk of wall cracked and fell down with a heavy thump. Mum would have been really mad if she had known, but she didn't know 'cause I said that I had accidentally dropped my book, and she bought that excuse. It was suspiciously deep so I suppose my accidental magic had increased the damage somehow.

The chunk that had fell down had split into two. As there was enough space in the hole to hide small stuff, I had thrown away the part that was supposed to fit inside and hid my then-cool-red-plastic-muggle-watch along with some of Ron's share of chocolate frogs. (He suspected me, and even searched my room, but couldn't find it). Then I had covered it with the outer part of the wall chunk so that all it looked like was a roughly circular crack on the wall. But a kick on it would have been enough to reveal me, so I pasted my canvas board (a present from Bill) on top of it and then covered it with a large poster of Gwenog Jones, captain of all-women Quidditch team, Holyhead Harpies (big fan, by the way). I ate all the cocolate frogs soon after that, and chucked out the watch not many years ago.

In short, the spot has been lying empty for quite a while now. So I decided to honour it with The Cursed Book of Curses and my diary.

I think that's Mum asking me to get to switch off the lights already, so I suppose everyone is getting ready for bed. I should pretend to do that too, so that mum doesn't figure out that I am going to pull an all-nighter. I have a really hectic night ahead. I have to practise Quidditch (maybe I'd be able to join this year?) and I have to try out the new spells without anybody knowing. I know for a fact that everyday at about 2 in the morning, Ron gets up to get a glass of water, I usually complete my one-girl quidditch session by then. Then I have 2 hours to practise the spells because after that Percy gets up to study (he has N.E.W.T.S this year) Then I can't do anything, the risks would be too high otherwise. So I have to utilise every single minute if I want to get anything done.

So bye,

~ Ginny Weasley

P.S Fred, George and Ron have been having some secret conversation for some days now. I wonder what it is all about.