Story Title: Thoughts, Curses, and Scary, Beautiful Secrets

Author:Paige2310

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that J.K. Rowling has writtern- Anything you recognize is not mine. I am responsible fot he storyline

Summery: Ginny has been having dreams- dreams that give her hints and clues to things shes never imagined before. Her dreams aren't just dreams. They are telling her of a dark secret, of a curse, put on the Weasley's that there will never be a female with Weasley blood running through her veins. What is Ginny, then? Eventual HG, mentions of RHr and NL

This story isn't a journal story, but this is just an introduction to Ginny's charecter and how her mind, thoughts, and feelings are at this time.

And that scares me- The first page of Ginny's Journal started August 14

There is something, my journal, I doubt anyone will ever understand, including me. And that is myself. While I have barely written down anything other than letters and school work in four years- except for a few dire circumstances- Percy, fights, Dad, Michael, Nightmares- you know where I just needed to get my thoughts clear. But-- I have realized that I have so many thoughts I will surely lose even the little sanity I still have if I do not organize them. But what I'm really trying to do is to understand myself.

I think I'm broken. I try so hard to be the normal girl- hanging out with Nev, Luna, Colin, kissing Michael, and now Dean. Going shopping- gossiping- but I just don't care. Not just about that- about anything really.

And that scares me.

I used to think that everything happened for a reason. That nothing bad happened in the world for nothing. It made all the bad easier to handle. I don't think that anymore. And that scares me. How could I believe that? Why was a torn apart, my innocence ripped apart at the age of eleven, because of no reason other than I love easy, and believed trust is given unless proven otherwise. I love hard, and now believe that trust is earned. And I don't give it out very easily. I trust five people in the universe.

I trust Luna, because she knows me better than anyone else, and understands that I can't be anything else than what I am- not whole. She sees more than one would think, and I love her for it. I trust her because she's mine- I know that it would never between me and anyone else. Except for maybe Neville. He is also mine. He knows me almost as well as Luna, and is always there for me when I need him to lean on after these particularly scary and weird nightmares I've been getting. I feel so grateful that I have the both of them in my life- I love and trust them above almost anyone else.

I also trust Ron and Harry. While they are both far from being mine, at least Harry is, they saved me in my first year, so while I do not trust either of them with my mind, and Ron only with my heart, I trust them both with my life. I do not know Harry very well, being my rather large sill crush on him in my first year, then my almost refusal to be near him, until this past year, because he is the only reason I am still here, but he spends every summer at my house, and I know that he is a good person. Ron, I do not know anymore. While I trust him with my heart, he has not touched it since before he went to Hogwarts. I feel like I don't know him anymore. He surely doesn't know me.

I trust ProfessorLupin above almost anyone else.

And that scares me a little bit, too. Why can't I trust my family? I love them surely, more than anything else, but I feel as though I've never really belonged. Before Tom I thought it was because I was a girl. Now I think it's because they have no idea who I am. I don't even. But, I am determined to find out what my nightmares mean. I have been having the weirdest dreams lately.

I was in my room, standing in front of my mirror. As the dream went on, the scenes behind me changed, from the pond outside the Burrow, to a garden I don't recognize, and fire, and the forbidden forest, the chamber, and other rooms and scenes I hadn't ever seen before, but they seemed familiar. My mirror image was talking to me, saying things that were making me so angry. The mirror image was saying to myself that I wasn't real and scary, beautiful things about destiny and fate that I can't quite recall. Then she said that I would find the secret curse within dirty, ancient green skin. She said it twice, and I don't know why it made me so mad, but it did. I pushed my arm out toward the mirror, stretching my hand out, palms up, and the mirror as through I had punched it, dozens and dozens of shards of glass flying back towards me, though none of them hit me. They flew backwards, the mirror's frame completely empty, and I turned toward my closed door. I was back in my room, though I am sure that's not what the background had been in the mirror. My mother's voice came from the kitchen telling me it was much past my bed time. I got into bed, stepping over the glass shards, and pulled the covers up to my neck. When I opened my eyes again, I had woken up, and there was a jagged crack that cut through my mirror.

And that scares me. I wonder if Ron, Harry or Hermione will notice my uneasiness when we go into Diagon Alley this afternoon. They both arrived this morning, Harry quiet and sullen, Hermione tan, though worried. As much as she is a fresh breath of female air in this awful house, I don't always like her that much. I feel like she pretends we are good friends, but all she ever talks to me about is boys and gossip. Like I care about any of that stuff anyways. Of course, I don't tell her anything important, either. But I think I would if I didn't feel as though she was just using me as a female person- it's not like she can talk about any of that stuff with her real friends. Catch the sarcasm? Colin would be proud.

I hope you liked it! Please REVIEW!

Give any adivce you have- and this is going to be a Harry Ginny story.

I'll update as soon as inspiration strikes- if you have any ideas, feel free to share, and Please tell me what you think!

And I'll get into the trusting professor Lupin thing more later.

Thanks,

Paige