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Thanks to my sister Riv, for being my editor.
Dinner was loud; Harry coming to stay at the Borrow hadn't changed that fact. Ginny however, ate in silence, wrapped in a swirling whirlwind of her thoughts. Tom told me that people with tainted blood are below me. Is Harry below me? He lives with muggles, but both his parents where magical – does that make him pure of blood? What is pure of blood?
"Ginny?" a voice broke into her world of questions and imaginations. Jumping, startled, Ginny's head pivoted around looking for the owner of that rude harsh voice. It was her Mum.
"Yes, Mum?" Ginny asked as sweetly as she could, hiding her displeasure.
"It's time to clean up, dear" Molly said, "Finish quickly and start bringing things into the kitchen"
"Yes Mum" standing up, the girl worked quickly as possible, eager to get back to Tom and ask him the questions bubbling, overflowing, in her mind.
"Ginny dear?" Molly asked, swishing her wand at the sink, "come in here and help me with your father's tea, will you?"
Ginny sighed impatiently, and turned around slowly, shuffling to her mother, "Of course Mum, I'd love to help"
"Such a sweet girl" the elder woman said, "put the water on the stove, then sit down"
"Yes Mum," The redhead replied. As the only girl in the family, she got dotted on by her mother more then her brothers. It was annoying when she wanted to get away to her room, but at least she didn't have to de-gnome the garden all the time! After lifting the heavy pot onto the hook over the flames, Ginny pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Now dear," Molly said, sitting down at the small table, "You are about to go to Hogwarts for the first time"
"Yes Mum, I'm very happy I could attend" Ginny replied, "thank you"
Molly nodded her head in response before continuing, her face grave "Givanra, you have learned a great deal form me, your father, and your other brothers. You must promise me that you will tell no one what you know. None of the stories, none of the family history, none of the potions, and you must not udder a word in the Forgotten Tongues or any of the prayers"
"Why Mum?" Ginny asked, confused. The knowledge in her brain was limited, she knew, compared to what others knew. "I thought that everyone was taught about the ancient history and words"
"Muggle borns like Hermione aren't taught any of what you know. If you show off then people will say mean things about you and our family"
"But why can't I say any of the prayers?" she pressed, "Even Muggle borns have religions"
"Hogwarts is a Christian school, however vaguely, they don't know or teach the old ways" Molly explained patently. She had went through this every time a child was about to enter school. "They also let in Muggle borns. It wouldn't be fair to push the old ways on them"
"Why not? They are wizards too! Most don't know about the People or anything – I asked Hermione once if the People spoke to her since she seemed like an earth conductor, and she had no clue" Ginny exclaimed, although her voice was hushed.
"I agree with you dear but most don't" Molly sighed, "the Purebloods see us at traitors and worse then Muggles, so they never listen to us. It's true they want there children taught the old ways at school, but not the muggle born. The muggle born could care less about the old ways and the People. They see the earth as theirs to do whatever they please-"
"That's why they could learn the old ways! If they knew then they wouldn't see it like that" Ginny cut in, forgetting her self in the indecency of the whole thing. One look at her mothers face and blood rushed to Ginny's face in the famous Wesley blush. "I'm sorry Mum, I didn't mean to yell at you, please forgive me"
Molly sighed, "Remember what I said when you go to school – do not speak of anything you have learned and do not pray openly. Write the prayers on your heart before sleep takes you and the Gods will read them in your dreams"
"Yes Mum" Ginny said, standing up to fix her father's tea, "is there anything else?"
"No dear, give your father his tea them go up and pack" Molly stood up, "we leave for the station early"
"Yes Mum" Ginny answered and carefully got the black tea pot. It was her father's favorite due to the fact it was bought at a muggle shop in London. Turning to another cupboard, Ginny pulled down the plain wooden box that held the powdery tea. Spooning three spoons of the dried black leaves in the pot then adding a half spoonful of spices, the girl swirled the mixture three times counter cloak wise before adding the boiling water.
Molly studied her young daughter. Her fiery red hair caught the dieing sun as she deftly fixed the tea. Her mind is somewhere else she mused, watching her put the dried flowers she knew her father hated in tea. "I'll bring the tea to your father, Ginny, you may leave"
"Thank you Mum" Ginny said, walking out of the kitchen in case her mother changed her mind, as she was known to do. Running up the stairs two at a time, Ginny flew to the top of the house. Throwing open the door, she hopped inside and slammed it shut.
Barely stopping to breathe, Ginny fished under her mattress for her book. She had so many questions to ask Tom. She needed to know why Hogwarts didn't teach the old ways, or why she was so much better then everyone else. Most of all, she needed to know what to do about Harry Potter.
Grapping a quill off the desk, Ginny flipped the book open. Tom, she wrote, why is blood so important? Why does it make me so important? I don't believe that I'm better then all Muggle borns. I mean, look at Harry. Both his parents where wizards but after they got killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, he's been living with muggles! He's so silly, when he came to our house his eyes bugged out of his head. It was like he had never seen so many charmed items in his life.
Ginny. Tom's message appeared, I can only take so many questions at a time!
Sorry. Ginny scribbled, So, why did you say that I was better then everyone the first time I talked to you? You don't even know me!
But I trust you Tom insisted, I know you wouldn't lie to me
No, I never would lie to you Tom, Ginny agreed, you're my only friend, right now at least.
Why don't you have any friends?
We live out in the middle f nowhere. There's no one besides my family around. I love my family and all, but they bother me to no end. Mum and Daddy always expect me to be the little angle and never to say anything or do anything. For example - Mum taught me how to take care for a house along with religion and history. Daddy taught the boys flying and fencing.
You should be thankful for your family, I never had one Tom wrote back.
Oh Tom! I'm so sorry! Why didn't you ever have a family?
My parents both died when I was very young. I grew up in a muggle orphanage since at that time there where n wizarding ones. I would always ask to stay at Hogwarts in the summer instead of going to that filthy place.
Did they let you stay?
Most times they did, without any complaint. The teachers liked me, all of them, s they where happy to stay and go on shorter vacations.
"Most times" Ginny read aloud as the words faded away slowly. Biting her lip, she dipped her quill and wrote back. What do you mean by 'most times' Tom? Did they ever not let you stay?
In my fifth year, someone was attacking the students with this weird monster that petrified them. Well, the purebloods where safe, only the half-bloods and muggle borns where attacked. One girl even died in the bathroom. Everyone was afraid.
What did you do? Ginny was eager to know
I turned in the person responsible and the attacks stopped. The head master gave me an award for special services to the school. It was that summer that I created this diary. He replied.
To remember?
Something like that.