Ginny yawned. Downstairs she could still hear Ron and Hermione berating
each other about something, with Harry's laughter in the background. She
fluffed up her pillows, and put her recently acquired lap desk onto her
knees, with extra parchment and quills close by. She continued her
scribing.
Harry Potter was not always idolized, or even particularly liked. When Dumbledore gave him to the Dursleys for safe keeping, he had only the slightest knowledge of what Harry would go through as he grew up. Petunia Dursley harbored a very strong hatred for her sister and 'their lot', and Vernon Dursley would never be able to tolerate, or understand 'abnormality' such as what they knew Harry was. They tried to squash it from him by ignoring him and treating him like something less than human. Dudley, their son, was brought up to understand that Harry was something to boss around and bully. He even called Harry his 'personal punching bag'. Luckily, Harry was quick on his feet. Dudley could lose some pounds. Sometimes when out shopping Harry would be recognized by wizards in disguise, and that brought serious problems upon himself. Uncontrolled magic also caught him up in a few sticky situations. He mentioned a time where he was running away from Dudley and his gang, and he actually flew onto the school roof. The school staff and the family were not very happy about that. But I am forgetting a very important part of his story. Harry Potter was never given a room for himself. He had to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, with spiders and a cramped space. It was only when the Dursleys needed a solution to a particular problem that they set him up in Dudley's second bedroom, which was full of broken toys and books that had never been read.
Ginny blinked a few times and reread what she had written. Everything that she had ever heard about the Great Harry Potter was being recorded. She placed the quill, desk and parchment by the bed, and snuggled into the covers, hoping to dream sweet dreams.
"Psst! Harry!"
Harry jerked awake, trying to work out why he was awake at -he looked at the clock- five o'clock.
"Harry! Psst!" This time his shoulder moved of its own accord, roughly jerking him around. He turned over, and ended up being face to face with Ron.
"What? What is it? Something wrong?" Harry yawned and sat up, pushing on his glasses.
"Hey, if you don't want to get into shape for Quidditch this term, I'll let you sleep. The twins want us downstairs and ready by five thirty. They want you and me to keep in shape for this year's team. And..."
"A bit too much information for the morning, Ron. Let me get up, but how is this going to help us in the school year? I mean, besides the lack of sleep we are going to have for not resting now." Harry pulled on some jeans and a shirt and managed to finish his dressing before stumbling out of the room after Ron. "I mean, it's probably good for training skills, but where's the practicality?"
"The twins claim that if we don't start practicing now, we won't beat Slytherin. Apparently, they have personal trainers and the like every summer. We need the extra time so we can equal them. Besides the fact that we get on the team for talent, and they get on the team for money and status. Bunch of gits. And I'm agreeing with you, mate. I like my beauty sleep."
"Yeah, because you need it, Ron." A voice came from the door they were just passing. Ginny poked her head around the corner, grinning at their rumpled look. She didn't look like she had just woken up, though her hair was slightly messy still, as if she hadn't brushed it yet. "Now shut up so that Hermione can continue to sleep. She's the only sensible one not to play Quidditch."
"Lucky her," Ron grumbled, "maybe we should wake her up just to annoy the hell out of her. We need our support group in the mornings..." He blinked. "Hey. That's not such a bad idea..."
"Don't you dare, Ronald Weasley. And too late, I'm already up. The twins caused a racket tramping down the stairs, which woke both me and Ginny up. And no, you can't do it tomorrow, or the day after." Hermione's head popped out of the doorway where Ginny had just walked out to join them. She sent a quick grin to Harry, a semi-glare semi-smile to Ron, and then disappeared to grab a book, a few feet of parchment and a couple pens. Ron made a face.
"You'd better not be doing homework now. We have three bloody weeks to finish that essay on transfiguring mammals to amphibians."
"Just because you leave things to the last minute doesn't mean the rest of us do. And just because you seem to think I always do homework doesn't mean I do either. This is personal research." Hermione stalked past Ron and Harry, who was grinning like mad. The boys pressed up against the opposite wall of the hallway, so that Hermione and Ginny could take the lead.
"I think that's a personal record, Ron. Hermione angry at you at five in the morning and we haven't even had breakfast yet. The sun hasn't even risen for goodness sake!" "Oh shut up." To Harry's amusement and surprise, Ron looked very put out.
After a relaxing time of trying to put a quaffle past Ron (Ginny was chaser), trying to dodge a couple bludgers and beater twins, and trying to catch a snitch, Harry and the Weasleys trooped into the kitchen for their full breakfast. They had been practicing a few strategies that the twins thought would help in the 'trials ahead', as they put it. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen tidying up her cooking area. Delicious aromas wafted off the table, which supported bacon and eggs, toast, sausages, orange juice and coffee. The teens descended hungrily, cleaning up even the crumbs a mouse wouldn't touch. Then they all divided into their separate rooms, calling out dibs for shower time. Ginny, knowing that as the youngest she'd be shunted to the back, went into her room to wait out the line. It was a good thing that the hot water never ran out.
When Harry was first sent a letter by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Dursleys immediately destroyed it, knowing what was going to come next, and thinking they could still prevent it. They ended up being chased by owl and letters (several hundred copies) around South England, and were caught up on a little hut situated on a rock by the ocean. Reubeus Hagrid made his second appearance in Harry Potter's life, and broke the news of who and what the poor boy was, and is.
First year for Harry Potter was full of surprises. He learned there was an evil wizard after him, and after ten years of hiding, Lord Voldemort (more commonly known as You-Know-Who) possessed the body of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrel. When Harry faced him in trying to get the Philosopher's Stone first, the stone was destroyed, and Quirrel lost his life. You-Know-Who returned to the forests of Albania.
"Ginny?"
"Yup?" Ginny didn't look up. She didn't need to. Harry Potter was standing in the doorway of her bedroom. She hoped her face wasn't too red.
"Why aren't you in line for the shower?"
She grinned, and replied, "Since I'm the youngest, I've always been pushed to the end. I don't even bother standing in line. I usually am last, so I don't bother pushing anybody." She looked up, and saw puzzlement cross Harry's features.
"Would you like that you have my spot in the shower? I'm next," Harry looked down at his feet bashfully.
"Thanks Harry, you're sweet, but I'm fine for a bit. There's something here I need to write."
"What's that?"
"Um.. " Ginny wasn't expecting him to ask that for a while yet. And she wasn't totally prepared to tell him. Ginny felt her face grow a little warmer, and she didn't meet his eyes. "Just a bit of homework for ... Snape."
"Ouch. Is it very nasty? Anything I can do to help?" Harry took another step into the room, then realized what he was doing, and stepped back again. He looked around, obviously trying not to look anywhere there happened to be feminine articles of clothing. "Um.." His cheeks turned a bit red. "I'll talk to you later, I can hear Ron coming out of the shower now." He backed out a bit more, and muttered "Talk to you later." He hurried on down the hall. Ginny grinned at Harry's obvious hasty retreat, then looked around her room, frowning. Clothes were in piles on the floor, and Hermione's cot was the only neat centre of a whirlstorm of miscellaneous objects. It was certain and definite. She needed to clean her room.
A/N: Howzat? Since the italics won't stay on the document when it's uploaded, I changed it so that those gypsy/third eye looking things () separate the dialogue with the diary. Scribework. Thanks for your reviews, I really appreciate them. Support is good, Critisism is great, and Flames... well, I'll accept them too. I'm not forcing you to read my work. Take care, happy reading!
Harry Potter was not always idolized, or even particularly liked. When Dumbledore gave him to the Dursleys for safe keeping, he had only the slightest knowledge of what Harry would go through as he grew up. Petunia Dursley harbored a very strong hatred for her sister and 'their lot', and Vernon Dursley would never be able to tolerate, or understand 'abnormality' such as what they knew Harry was. They tried to squash it from him by ignoring him and treating him like something less than human. Dudley, their son, was brought up to understand that Harry was something to boss around and bully. He even called Harry his 'personal punching bag'. Luckily, Harry was quick on his feet. Dudley could lose some pounds. Sometimes when out shopping Harry would be recognized by wizards in disguise, and that brought serious problems upon himself. Uncontrolled magic also caught him up in a few sticky situations. He mentioned a time where he was running away from Dudley and his gang, and he actually flew onto the school roof. The school staff and the family were not very happy about that. But I am forgetting a very important part of his story. Harry Potter was never given a room for himself. He had to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, with spiders and a cramped space. It was only when the Dursleys needed a solution to a particular problem that they set him up in Dudley's second bedroom, which was full of broken toys and books that had never been read.
Ginny blinked a few times and reread what she had written. Everything that she had ever heard about the Great Harry Potter was being recorded. She placed the quill, desk and parchment by the bed, and snuggled into the covers, hoping to dream sweet dreams.
"Psst! Harry!"
Harry jerked awake, trying to work out why he was awake at -he looked at the clock- five o'clock.
"Harry! Psst!" This time his shoulder moved of its own accord, roughly jerking him around. He turned over, and ended up being face to face with Ron.
"What? What is it? Something wrong?" Harry yawned and sat up, pushing on his glasses.
"Hey, if you don't want to get into shape for Quidditch this term, I'll let you sleep. The twins want us downstairs and ready by five thirty. They want you and me to keep in shape for this year's team. And..."
"A bit too much information for the morning, Ron. Let me get up, but how is this going to help us in the school year? I mean, besides the lack of sleep we are going to have for not resting now." Harry pulled on some jeans and a shirt and managed to finish his dressing before stumbling out of the room after Ron. "I mean, it's probably good for training skills, but where's the practicality?"
"The twins claim that if we don't start practicing now, we won't beat Slytherin. Apparently, they have personal trainers and the like every summer. We need the extra time so we can equal them. Besides the fact that we get on the team for talent, and they get on the team for money and status. Bunch of gits. And I'm agreeing with you, mate. I like my beauty sleep."
"Yeah, because you need it, Ron." A voice came from the door they were just passing. Ginny poked her head around the corner, grinning at their rumpled look. She didn't look like she had just woken up, though her hair was slightly messy still, as if she hadn't brushed it yet. "Now shut up so that Hermione can continue to sleep. She's the only sensible one not to play Quidditch."
"Lucky her," Ron grumbled, "maybe we should wake her up just to annoy the hell out of her. We need our support group in the mornings..." He blinked. "Hey. That's not such a bad idea..."
"Don't you dare, Ronald Weasley. And too late, I'm already up. The twins caused a racket tramping down the stairs, which woke both me and Ginny up. And no, you can't do it tomorrow, or the day after." Hermione's head popped out of the doorway where Ginny had just walked out to join them. She sent a quick grin to Harry, a semi-glare semi-smile to Ron, and then disappeared to grab a book, a few feet of parchment and a couple pens. Ron made a face.
"You'd better not be doing homework now. We have three bloody weeks to finish that essay on transfiguring mammals to amphibians."
"Just because you leave things to the last minute doesn't mean the rest of us do. And just because you seem to think I always do homework doesn't mean I do either. This is personal research." Hermione stalked past Ron and Harry, who was grinning like mad. The boys pressed up against the opposite wall of the hallway, so that Hermione and Ginny could take the lead.
"I think that's a personal record, Ron. Hermione angry at you at five in the morning and we haven't even had breakfast yet. The sun hasn't even risen for goodness sake!" "Oh shut up." To Harry's amusement and surprise, Ron looked very put out.
After a relaxing time of trying to put a quaffle past Ron (Ginny was chaser), trying to dodge a couple bludgers and beater twins, and trying to catch a snitch, Harry and the Weasleys trooped into the kitchen for their full breakfast. They had been practicing a few strategies that the twins thought would help in the 'trials ahead', as they put it. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen tidying up her cooking area. Delicious aromas wafted off the table, which supported bacon and eggs, toast, sausages, orange juice and coffee. The teens descended hungrily, cleaning up even the crumbs a mouse wouldn't touch. Then they all divided into their separate rooms, calling out dibs for shower time. Ginny, knowing that as the youngest she'd be shunted to the back, went into her room to wait out the line. It was a good thing that the hot water never ran out.
When Harry was first sent a letter by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Dursleys immediately destroyed it, knowing what was going to come next, and thinking they could still prevent it. They ended up being chased by owl and letters (several hundred copies) around South England, and were caught up on a little hut situated on a rock by the ocean. Reubeus Hagrid made his second appearance in Harry Potter's life, and broke the news of who and what the poor boy was, and is.
First year for Harry Potter was full of surprises. He learned there was an evil wizard after him, and after ten years of hiding, Lord Voldemort (more commonly known as You-Know-Who) possessed the body of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrel. When Harry faced him in trying to get the Philosopher's Stone first, the stone was destroyed, and Quirrel lost his life. You-Know-Who returned to the forests of Albania.
"Ginny?"
"Yup?" Ginny didn't look up. She didn't need to. Harry Potter was standing in the doorway of her bedroom. She hoped her face wasn't too red.
"Why aren't you in line for the shower?"
She grinned, and replied, "Since I'm the youngest, I've always been pushed to the end. I don't even bother standing in line. I usually am last, so I don't bother pushing anybody." She looked up, and saw puzzlement cross Harry's features.
"Would you like that you have my spot in the shower? I'm next," Harry looked down at his feet bashfully.
"Thanks Harry, you're sweet, but I'm fine for a bit. There's something here I need to write."
"What's that?"
"Um.. " Ginny wasn't expecting him to ask that for a while yet. And she wasn't totally prepared to tell him. Ginny felt her face grow a little warmer, and she didn't meet his eyes. "Just a bit of homework for ... Snape."
"Ouch. Is it very nasty? Anything I can do to help?" Harry took another step into the room, then realized what he was doing, and stepped back again. He looked around, obviously trying not to look anywhere there happened to be feminine articles of clothing. "Um.." His cheeks turned a bit red. "I'll talk to you later, I can hear Ron coming out of the shower now." He backed out a bit more, and muttered "Talk to you later." He hurried on down the hall. Ginny grinned at Harry's obvious hasty retreat, then looked around her room, frowning. Clothes were in piles on the floor, and Hermione's cot was the only neat centre of a whirlstorm of miscellaneous objects. It was certain and definite. She needed to clean her room.
A/N: Howzat? Since the italics won't stay on the document when it's uploaded, I changed it so that those gypsy/third eye looking things () separate the dialogue with the diary. Scribework. Thanks for your reviews, I really appreciate them. Support is good, Critisism is great, and Flames... well, I'll accept them too. I'm not forcing you to read my work. Take care, happy reading!