Ginny sat in her room, bored. Idly she flipped her time-turner in her hand, the light from her ceiling glinting on the fingerprints that had smudged the watch-like device.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She shoved the time-turner under her pillow.

"Can I come in?" came Harry Potter's voice from outside the door.

"Uh… sure," Ginny stood up.

Harry walked in, holding a book. "Okay, Ginny, you really can't show-" He started.

Just then the Weasley twins, Fred and George waltzed in, dancing to their rousing version of Oh Canada to the tune of the Rose O'Donnell theme show.

Harry made a strangled noise and shoved the book under Ginny's pillow.

"Great huh?" Fred and George flopped down on the bed.

"Mum kicked us out of the kitchen. I think we knocked over

the pudding," George said seriously

"Yeah, she wouldn't listen to our pleading, so we came up here for a place to show off our incredible talent!" Fred grinned.

"Lucky us," Ginny groaned, "but I reckon mum's still mad that the joke shop was such a success. She wanted it to be a flop so she could say I-told-you-so. You know mum. Always wants to be right."

"Probably," George shifted position. "Hey, you'd better write a warning letter to Dean Thomas. Ron's on the warpath."

Ginny giggled. "it's nice to have Ron care so much about my well being… but he doesn't have to be so old-fashioned about it."

"He just wants the best for you." Harry surprised everyone by speaking. "You're his only sister, you know. And he feels responsible for you more than ever, now that he's the only other Weasley at Hogwarts." Harry hadn't said much since he had arrived in July. Mrs. Weasley had explained that he was still in shock from Sirius' death.

The three Weasleys fell quiet. The only reason they were living in at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, was because they couldn't afford the keep on their own house. No one would rent I because it was falling apart. Harry had inherited Sirius' old house, and Harry had felt so badly that he had given it to the Weasleys for free.

At first Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had been reluctant to accept it, but they had nowhere else to go, so they did, reassuring

Harry that he could do whatever he wanted with it, and visit as often as he liked.

Hastily, Fred and George stood up. The silence in the room was uncomfortable.

"Sorry if we interrupted anything," Fred said and ducked out.

Harry sighed. "Close one." Then he grinned. "I wanted to show you this, thought it would interest you. Oh, and don't worry, it doesn't belong to some creepy dark wizard."

Ginny understood what Harry meant he pulled out the book from where he had shoved it under her pillow. It was a dairy. The faded ink letters on the front spelled a name. Lily Evans.

"Harry!" Ginny gasped. "Harry, where did you find it?"

Harry smiled. "Hagrid found it in the wreckage of my parents' house. He and Dumbledore decided to give it to me when I turned sixteen. It's been so important to me; it's like meeting my mum."

"Wow." Ginny sat stunned. "that's amazing. And you're sure I can read it?"

"Sure I'm sure." Harry's smile was happy again. "you remind me of her in some ways."

"Thanks Harry." Ginny knew that was a high compliment in his eyes.

Harry got up. "Hope you like it. She was about sixteen or seventeen when she started it."

He left, closing the door behind him. Ginny gazed at the door, making Harry was gone.

She held the time-turner in one hand, the diary in another. She grinned. If Lily had as interesting a life as it was said, this was going to be fun.

No one was supposed to know about the time-turner. Three years ago, Hermione had used it for squeezing more time into her crazy school schedule, so she could work in more classes somehow. But when the year was over, Hermione decided to give the time-turner back and adopt a normal schedule like everyone else. She had given it to Ginny to give to Mr. Weasley, who worked at the Ministry of Magic where the time-turner belonged. But Ginny forgot about it, and when she remembered six months later, it seemed no one noticed it was missing. Hah. Stupid ministry- 'We have EVERYTHING under control!'

Ginny had never quite understood how an entire ministry could miss the fact that a dangerous magical tool was on the loose. Well- considering what they overlooked lately- Lord Voldemort's ten most loyal servants that had broken loose of the most "top security" prison in the wizarding world, were able to get into the ministry in the middle of the night, kill an innocent man and injure countless others, and blast the head of some idiot statue in the middle of the fountain, let a group of people into high-security top-secret doors and have them clomp around like elephants with magical powers. Don't they have, you know, over-night security for those kind of things? And furthermore- what bunch of moronic compounds let kids on a "rescue mission" inside their building in the dead of night, who had just gotten off of flying winged horses in the middle of downtown London? Ginny shook her head. Idiots.

Oh well. Ginny had "borrowed" one of the hats Hermione had left out for the house elves in the Gryffindor common room. It was so knobby that it hid the time-turner perfectly.

She had just finished reading Lily's diary. It told everything about her life, and an especially interesting story about a party that had been apparently lots of fun.

"Well," said Ginny aloud, "I believe that breaking the law starts here!