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Last chapter, I forgot my disclaimer! So now I have two!

Disclaimer 1: I am not J.K.Rowling and will never be her, no matter how much I want to be her. Therefore, I do not own Harry Potter.

Disclaimer 2: If you've read the last chapter, then you know that I can't write. So I can't possibly be J.K.Rowling.

On with the story!

July 17
Dear Diary,
To continue about yesterday...

It was almost midnight. No matter how hard I tried to stay postive, I kept thinking Harry was dead. Finally, I just gave up all hope and decided to go cry with Hermione. There was a flash of white light and Harry appeared, dazed-looking and badly injured. He had cuts all over his face and it looked like his arm was broken. It was sticking out at an odd angle. We all just stared at him. Luckily, Dumbledore had just arrived to see how we were doing. He went and got Madame Promfrey. I wonder how. They didn't have a Portkey. I guess it's just one of those things that Dumbledore can do that not a lot of wizards or witches can do. Anyway, Madame Promfrey healed Harry right away. He was fine then, but Mum forced him to lie down. We all crowded around him. I said, "So, Harry, where were you?"

You won't believe what happened next. Harry asked, "Who are you?"

Great. Now I have a crush on The-Boy-Who-Lived-But-Doesn't-Know-Me-Anymore. Well, not really. I like Harry, not The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Dumbledore says Harry has temperary memory loss. Who knows when his memory will come back?

Ginny

July 17
Dear Diary,
Oh my gosh! You will never believe what just happened. I went to Harry to see if his memory came back yet. I asked him, "How are you, Harry?"

And he said, "I'm fine, Mum."

Dumbledore says that Harry's memory is coming back to him one year a day. I happen to look like Lily, so lucky me, he thinks I'm his mum. In a while, he's going to think I'm dead.

But, the good news is Harry's memory will be back in about 16 days. Then, I will kill him.

Ginny

July 18
Dear Diary,
Harry keeps asking where the Dursleys are. We're not telling him anything about them because Harry has to remember on his own. Well, that's what Dumbledore said. I happen to think he could get his memory back a lot quicker if we pound all the information into his brain. Mum says I can't argue with Dumbledore because he's the greatest wizard in the world or something. Honestly, did she think I was listening?

It's really annoying when Harry asks for the Dursleys. But, he stopped calling me Mum. And he stopped screaming. It was horrible last night. Harry couldn't stop screaming. Mum asked what was wrong and he screamed that his mum was dead.

But, then something scary happened. He said, "That girl I saw wasn't my mum, was she? That was Ginny, right? She's not dead, is she?"

Mum was scared, too. She told him I wasn't dead, but he didn't believe her. He was screaming and crying and he wouldn't stop. No one knew what to do. Then, I just went up to him and said, "I'm not dead."

That shut him up. Dumbledore knows exactly what happened, but he won't tell anyone. He said that he wants Hermione to research it. Ron and I can help if we want. Dumbledore said that not knowing won't hurt, but knowing will help. Whatever. Why couldn't he just tell us?

Hermione is so pleased that Dumbledore wants her to do the research. She's already started. Grimauld Place actually has a library that isn't filled with books about the Dark Arts. It took a while to find it, though. You had to say, "I am a pure-blood" in front the Black Family Tapestry. It works even if you're not a pure-blood. We found it when Ron was making fun of Malfoy.

Oh, but you wouldn't know who Malfoy is, would you? I mean, you're just a diary. A diary with a cover the exact same color as the eyes of the boy I love.

Oh, no. I would cross that out, except it's... well, true. I have been fighting not to fall in love with him since he resuced me in the Chamber of Secrets. But, last night, when he only remembered the people from his first two years of life, yet he also remembered me, well, let's just say I lost that battle. Badly.

What happened in the Chamber made me look at Harry as an even bigger hero than before. In my second year, he wasn't just The-Boy-Who-Lived. He was The-Boy-Who-Lived-And-Saved-My-Life.

But, in my thrid year, he wasn't a hero anymore. He was to most of the wizarding world, but I was no longer included into that 'most.' Now, he was just Harry to me. Harry, the boy I liked a lot, the boy that happened to be the hottest in the school, and the boy that also happened to be a hero to most of the wizarding world.

In my fourth year, I knew I was falling fast. Falling for Harry, a black-haired, green-eyed wonder of a boy. Who didn't like me back. I waited a while, but when he showed no interest in me, I told Hermione that I gave up on him.

And now? Now, I know I'm in love. I know I'm in love with Harry. Not Harry Potter, just Harry.

Ginny

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