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Chapter 11: Dear Diary

~ AMY ~

Dear Diary,

These first few weeks at Hogwarts have been amazing! I bought this diary just before school started so that I can keep all my memories in here. For some reason, Ginny is not that fond of my diary and says I don't need it, but that's Ginny for you…

From what I've seen, Harry has been having a great year so far, too. Fred tells me that Harry has been smitten with Cho Chang, a Ravenclaw sixth year, since last year. Ginny hasn't taken this very well, but she is dating someone now, Michael Corner. He seems like a nice guy, he's a Ravenclaw in my year, but of course none of Ginny's brothers approve of her dating. Ginny has been trying to take her mind off Harry by dating other people. It seems to be working.

Ron, Fred, George, Hermione, and I have a bet going on when Harry and Ginny will finally get together. Ron's response is always, "Give it a few weeks." Hermione says, "It shouldn't take them too long, I give them until Christmas and they'll be together." Fred and George both believe that Harry and Ginny are already together and always laugh us off by saying, "They're probably with each other, snogging in a broom closet right now."

I know her and Harry aren't together yet, but it will happen! My bet is that by next year they'll be walking through the Hogwarts corridors holding hands. Ron, Fred, George, and Hermione all think that they'll get together before then — but I know my best friend!

From what Harry told me, they've never had the same Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for more than a year — and I hope that rumor will apply to this year's DADA professor. Dolores Umbridge — what a horrible name for a horrible person. Fred and George have been pulling pranks around the school just to piss Umbridge off. Ginny and I have helped a bit, but it was mostly George and my boyfriend. OH MY GOSH! HOLY CRAP! I JUST CALLED FRED MY BOYFRIEND! I'VE NEVER SAID IT BEFORE. It sounds nice…

Anyway, during our first class with Umbridge, she gave Harry detention. Just because he knows Voldemort's back! That's right! I said the name! And I don't care if you're scared! That Umbridge bitch is so stupid. Wait until you hear about what she did to Harry! In detention, she made him write on parchment — without ink — 'I must not tell lies.' She made him use her own "special" quill to write with. Now Harry has to walk around the school with the words 'I must not tell lies' seared into his left hand. Good thing Hermione knew how to take the pain away, though. We need a new DADA teacher and fast. Maybe Fred and I can think of a way to get rid of her before the year's over…

I almost forgot! Fred has let me in on a secret he has with George and Harry, but I'm not to tell a soul! I guess you don't count, though since I'm the only one that's going to be reading you… oh, alright! I'll tell you! Fred and George have been planning to open a joke shop in Diagon Alley with money that Harry won last year in the Triwizard Tournament. They had 1,000 galleons to buy their premises and materials for their joke shop. They told Harry that he won't have to pay for anything in the shop since he's the one that's paying for it all. Fred says that I have to pay full price, though… damn him.

Things between Fred and I have been amazing as well. He is such a good boyfriend — although I have nothing to base a boyfriend off of. I guess I could talk to Hermione and Ginny. As I said, Ginny is dating Michael. Also, Hermione has some experience dating. Last year, she dated the famous Quidditch player Viktor Krum! I'll ask them for some boyfriend advice, even though we don't have the exact same interest in boys.

There's someone coming! I'm in the Common Room, out in the open… how stupid of me! I'll talk to you later!

- Amy Pond

Amy quickly closed her diary and hid it under a blanket as she looked up to see Ginny walking down the girl's stairs.

"Oh, it's only you," said Amy, as she pulled her diary back out from under the blanket. Ginny made her way over to the sofa the Amy was on and sat down next to her.

"I was coming to look for you. And I thought I told you to get rid of that blasted thing!"

"Ginny, it's only a diary. How bad could it be?" Ginny soon turned very pale and gained a scared look on her face, as if what Amy said had triggered something in Ginny's mind. "Ginny. Ginny? Ginny!" Amy snapped her fingers in front of Ginny's face. "I'm sorry, Amy. It's just… there's this thing I have… about diaries. There are only a few people that know: Mum, Dad, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I was too scared to even tell you. And you're my best friend."

"You can tell me anything, Ginny. You don't need to be scared."

"Alright, well during my first year at Hogwarts," Ginny had recounted an entire story to Amy about a cursed diary, a giant snake, and a boy named Tom Riddle, who turned out to be Voldemort in the end. Apparently the name 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' is an anagram of 'I am Lord Voldemort.' Harry told Ginny that part. The diary had taken over Ginny which caused her her to do terrible things to the other students.

"Oh, Ginny," Amy wrapped her arms around Ginny, who was now crying. "I had no idea. You should've told me. I could've been there for you."

"I was only eleven at the time. I didn't know who to go to. And I thought that if I told you this, you wouldn't want to hang out with me anymore." That last part of the sentence was said in nothing more than a whisper; it was barely audible.

"Ginny. I would never abandon you. Especially if you were going through something like that. There was only one time that I was so mad that I almost stopped talking to you."

Ginny let out a little chuckle. "But you weren't just mad at me. It was Ron, Fred, and George, too."

"Well, of course, I was mad at all of you! I wasn't allowed to go to the Quidditch World Cup! Who wouldn't be mad at that?"

Ginny had now stopped crying. "I guess you did have a reason to be mad at me and my brothers. But you know you weren't allowed to leave Grimmauld Place, Tonks' rules! But don't forget, we did try to sneak you into my suitcase before Mum caught you." They spent an hour sitting on the couch and talking and laughing about old times they had together. "Remember the first time we met! You said I was bad luck! Now you're my best friend!"

"I also said that I knew everything about you. I guess what I meant by that was that I knew your real name."

Amy stopped laughing "You — you knew my real name? When you were six years old?"

Ginny turned her head away, probably knowing that there was now a second time that Amy was really mad at her: first the Quidditch World Cup, and now this.

"Umm… I think I'm going to go to bed now." Ginny tried making a hasty retreat for the girl's stairs right before she heard "Petrificus totalus" come from the couch. Immediately, Ginny was unable to move and she fell to the ground. Amy, now standing above her, cast the counter curse under her breath. "Finite incantatem," Amy whispered, pointing her wand at Ginny. She helped her friend stand and continued their conversation. "How did you know my real name when you were six years old? I mean, I didn't even know about my real name back then, I didn't even know my parent's names."

Ginny sighed and led Amy back to the couch. "For as long as I can remember, Lupin has always been around my family. He was with us for everything important that happened in our lives. The night before we met you, Lupin was at the Burrow. It was late, he was talking to Mum and Dad downstairs, I was nosey. You know how I am. I crept down the stairs and tried listening in. Lupin told my parents about you, about your parents, your real name, your name now. Everything. I know I should have told you sooner that I knew, but I could never find the right time. I'm sorry."

"Wow." That was the only word that escaped Amy's lips. She couldn't think of what to say. Amy only learned about her parents when she turned 10 years old, and then she told Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George. She didn't even suspect that Ginny already knew. "I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight, Ginny."

Amy was already up the stairs when a faint "Goodnight" came from the fourteen-year-old red-headed girl sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room.


A/N I am very very sorry for the late update! I've been very busy with the holidays and everything but the chapter is here and I'm sorry! I've also been having a bit of writer's block, trying to figure out which way the story should go. I already have the end planned out in my head, but I need to figure out how to get there from where we are now in the story. Thank you, everyone that reviews and follows and favorites this story! It means so much to me!