September 17th: RON
Harry's back to his old self again, thanks to a little nudge in the right direction, from my (pretty strong) right hook.
He TOTALLY deserved it! He was driving us all nuts, and when he started yelling at Ginny, well...I couldn't just let him talk to my sister like that, now could I? If it had been anyone other than Harry, they'd be lying stone dead in the common room right now.
I'd better start at the beginning: Today was the first quidditch practice of the season, and Harry was pretty tetchy, as per usual. Anyway, Ginny messed up a goal-scoring opportunity, and Harry flipped! He yelled at her for about five minutes, then told us we were all crap and marched off the pitch. What with me being vice captain, and us needing a lot of practice, I decided to get everyone to play on, but nobody's mind was on quidditch, least of all mine, so I gave up after half an hour. Ginny was still furious about the way Harry spoke to her, and needless to say, I was ready for a fight with him. We all went straight to the common room, and found Harry sitting with Hermione by the fire.
I never realised Ginny had such a hot temper-she told Harry he had no right speaking to her the way he did, and she'd quit the team unless he copped onto himself. Harry got very-well, stroppy is the only word for it-and was really horrible to Ginny. I warned him. I told him to stop, or I'd make him stop. Of course, he didn't listen. He stood up, and shoved me really hard. At this stage, the whole room was watching, and Hermione was looking terrified.
I pushed Harry back, and he fell over his armchair. That just made him more mad, and he jumped up and pushed me so hard I lost my balance. You know me, I sort of see red sometimes, so next thing I knew I was on my feet again, and my right fist was connecting (very hard) with Harry's jaw.
He stepped back, and looked at me, like he was really shocked. Then he started muttering something to himself, staring over my shoulder, like he could see something there. Hermione copped on immediately, and ran around ordering everyone out of the room. Ginny helped her, and told me to look after Harry.
I was terrified, to be perfectly honest. Harry looked like he was having a heart attack. When everyone had finally been cleared out, I was able to hear what Harry was saying-he was going on and on about Sirius, and the Department of Mysteries. Hermione gently made him sit down again, and then her, me and Ginny sat and watched him.
After about ten minutes of 'letting him think', as Hermione put it, I punched him on the arm, and asked him when he was going to talk. Boy, did I regret that. Immediately, he gasped really loudly, then HE BURST OUT CRYING.
I wanted to run a mile-it's bad enough when girls turn on the waterworks, but my best mate?! Hermione went all mother-ish, and started patting him on the back, and saying 'there there.' Ginny just watched sympathetically, while I sat there, feeling more embarrassed than I've ever felt before in my life.
Then he started talking. He said all this stuff about how he spent the summer blaming himself for Sirius' death, cooped up in his room, with very little food, and no company, except Hedwig. I have to agree, if I'd spent two months starving to death in a room with a bloody owl, I mightn't be in the best form when I came back to school either.
He said that although everyone told him not to blame himself, he couldn't stop. He still thinks it's all his fault, and that he should never have tried to 'play the hero'. Apparently, Moody offered to let him stay with him, but Harry turned it down, cos Dumbledore wanted him to stay at Privet Drive, and he knew Moody'd want to talk about Sirius, which he couldn't deal with.
His scar's been killing him as well, and apparently he's been having nightmares about everything that happened at the Ministry. So I don't think we can really blame him for being such a cranky git.
He apologised loads, and I apologised for giving him such a HUGE bruise on his jaw. Then Hermione got cross and told me I should've thought of hitting him sooner. Typical. Harry thanked me. So I think everything'll be okay with him from now on. At least, I hope so.
Ron.
September 18th: BILL
DAD IS MINISTER FOR MAGIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't believe it when I got emergency owl from Mum, I was so happy! I apparated home immediately, and Mum was dancing around the kitchen, changing the walls to different colours, and creating rainbows all over the house! Fred and George appeared shortly afterwards, and let off a tonne of their own fireworks, as well as creating about forty different types of cakes for us! Charlie arrived next, and then Remus Lupin and Alastor Moody and all Dad's old friends-it was brilliant! Finally, Dad appeared, and he couldn't get a word in edgeways, with everyone congratulating him, and cheering for him.
He let us in on his plans for the Ministry first: Moody'll be head of Magical Law Enforcement, and Shacklebot's been bumped up to Head Auror. Madam Bones maintained her position, while most of Dad's friends benefited from his new plans. But the part I can't believe is what he's done for Percy.
He offered that prat a position as Senior Undersecretary to the Minister-in other words, working closely with Dad-or else, he told him he could have the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Dad wouldn't talk about it really, but as far as I can gather, Percy threw it all back in his face, and walked out of the Ministry. He said he'll sell his story to the Daily Prophet, but since Dad controls the Prophet now, I doubt that'll be a problem.
The Ministry is now largely in the hands of members of the Order of the Phoenix, which makes the world a much safer place for us, and a better one for the ordinary citizens. Now we can be one big unified force, against You- Know-Who.
My ear is KILLING me. I think it's infected, I'm gonna go and see a doctor about it tomorrow-I'm so gonna sue, if that stupid punk who pierced my ear forgot to drain the poison from the dragon's fang before he put it in.
Ta-ra.
Bill.
Harry's back to his old self again, thanks to a little nudge in the right direction, from my (pretty strong) right hook.
He TOTALLY deserved it! He was driving us all nuts, and when he started yelling at Ginny, well...I couldn't just let him talk to my sister like that, now could I? If it had been anyone other than Harry, they'd be lying stone dead in the common room right now.
I'd better start at the beginning: Today was the first quidditch practice of the season, and Harry was pretty tetchy, as per usual. Anyway, Ginny messed up a goal-scoring opportunity, and Harry flipped! He yelled at her for about five minutes, then told us we were all crap and marched off the pitch. What with me being vice captain, and us needing a lot of practice, I decided to get everyone to play on, but nobody's mind was on quidditch, least of all mine, so I gave up after half an hour. Ginny was still furious about the way Harry spoke to her, and needless to say, I was ready for a fight with him. We all went straight to the common room, and found Harry sitting with Hermione by the fire.
I never realised Ginny had such a hot temper-she told Harry he had no right speaking to her the way he did, and she'd quit the team unless he copped onto himself. Harry got very-well, stroppy is the only word for it-and was really horrible to Ginny. I warned him. I told him to stop, or I'd make him stop. Of course, he didn't listen. He stood up, and shoved me really hard. At this stage, the whole room was watching, and Hermione was looking terrified.
I pushed Harry back, and he fell over his armchair. That just made him more mad, and he jumped up and pushed me so hard I lost my balance. You know me, I sort of see red sometimes, so next thing I knew I was on my feet again, and my right fist was connecting (very hard) with Harry's jaw.
He stepped back, and looked at me, like he was really shocked. Then he started muttering something to himself, staring over my shoulder, like he could see something there. Hermione copped on immediately, and ran around ordering everyone out of the room. Ginny helped her, and told me to look after Harry.
I was terrified, to be perfectly honest. Harry looked like he was having a heart attack. When everyone had finally been cleared out, I was able to hear what Harry was saying-he was going on and on about Sirius, and the Department of Mysteries. Hermione gently made him sit down again, and then her, me and Ginny sat and watched him.
After about ten minutes of 'letting him think', as Hermione put it, I punched him on the arm, and asked him when he was going to talk. Boy, did I regret that. Immediately, he gasped really loudly, then HE BURST OUT CRYING.
I wanted to run a mile-it's bad enough when girls turn on the waterworks, but my best mate?! Hermione went all mother-ish, and started patting him on the back, and saying 'there there.' Ginny just watched sympathetically, while I sat there, feeling more embarrassed than I've ever felt before in my life.
Then he started talking. He said all this stuff about how he spent the summer blaming himself for Sirius' death, cooped up in his room, with very little food, and no company, except Hedwig. I have to agree, if I'd spent two months starving to death in a room with a bloody owl, I mightn't be in the best form when I came back to school either.
He said that although everyone told him not to blame himself, he couldn't stop. He still thinks it's all his fault, and that he should never have tried to 'play the hero'. Apparently, Moody offered to let him stay with him, but Harry turned it down, cos Dumbledore wanted him to stay at Privet Drive, and he knew Moody'd want to talk about Sirius, which he couldn't deal with.
His scar's been killing him as well, and apparently he's been having nightmares about everything that happened at the Ministry. So I don't think we can really blame him for being such a cranky git.
He apologised loads, and I apologised for giving him such a HUGE bruise on his jaw. Then Hermione got cross and told me I should've thought of hitting him sooner. Typical. Harry thanked me. So I think everything'll be okay with him from now on. At least, I hope so.
Ron.
September 18th: BILL
DAD IS MINISTER FOR MAGIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't believe it when I got emergency owl from Mum, I was so happy! I apparated home immediately, and Mum was dancing around the kitchen, changing the walls to different colours, and creating rainbows all over the house! Fred and George appeared shortly afterwards, and let off a tonne of their own fireworks, as well as creating about forty different types of cakes for us! Charlie arrived next, and then Remus Lupin and Alastor Moody and all Dad's old friends-it was brilliant! Finally, Dad appeared, and he couldn't get a word in edgeways, with everyone congratulating him, and cheering for him.
He let us in on his plans for the Ministry first: Moody'll be head of Magical Law Enforcement, and Shacklebot's been bumped up to Head Auror. Madam Bones maintained her position, while most of Dad's friends benefited from his new plans. But the part I can't believe is what he's done for Percy.
He offered that prat a position as Senior Undersecretary to the Minister-in other words, working closely with Dad-or else, he told him he could have the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Dad wouldn't talk about it really, but as far as I can gather, Percy threw it all back in his face, and walked out of the Ministry. He said he'll sell his story to the Daily Prophet, but since Dad controls the Prophet now, I doubt that'll be a problem.
The Ministry is now largely in the hands of members of the Order of the Phoenix, which makes the world a much safer place for us, and a better one for the ordinary citizens. Now we can be one big unified force, against You- Know-Who.
My ear is KILLING me. I think it's infected, I'm gonna go and see a doctor about it tomorrow-I'm so gonna sue, if that stupid punk who pierced my ear forgot to drain the poison from the dragon's fang before he put it in.
Ta-ra.
Bill.