Title: Ginny's Diary: a peek in to the social and romantic life of the youngest Weasly.
Author: Karoline123
Summary: Ginny receives a diary for her birthday, after some initial doubtfulness she proceeds to chronicle her everyday life in it.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters, ideas etc. belong to J.K. Rowling. I do not own them, nor am I claiming to in anyway by writing this story.
Author's Note: Thank you all for reviewing, Pussin Boots, nixtear, Luna Lovegood2, Dragonstorm316, life is crazy, mashednanners, Still hopeful, Tropical Penguin, Iamsiriusgrl, and, of course, to Tigerlily21 and silverpheonix2. It's really surprising how many people have taken the time to look this over already. You guys should all look at mashednanners and Silver's stuff, they are much better at the whole plot thing than I am.
Also in this if Ginny blames the diary for things it obviously didn't do I just want to clarify that she knows it didn't really do them, she's just being weird. Thought I ought to tell you that here though, my little sister didn't get it so I assumed some of you guys might not.
Chapter 4
Friday, August 13,1996
4:44 am
The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix
(Aka I'm too tired to think of what else)
Couldn't sleep. Actually I did for a bit and had a really weird dream. It was about me and some of my friends and Harry, Ron and Hermione. We were all sitting in a big room and Mum was playing the piano and we were singing about cats. Because cats are awesome. Anyways then Mum wanted me to play the clarinet along with her, but I didn't know how, so Harry played it. And then I woke up and was kind of disturbed by the thought of Harry playing the clarinet so I came down here and wrote it all down. And there you go. Had to get that out of my system. G'night.
Saturday, August 14,1996
6:57am
Weasley's Amazing Family Zoo
(Aka the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix)
Ok, listen, this is the last straw. I mean, I figured you were responsible when I couldn't find a way to light you on fire, and, yeah, the whole thing with Dean's present getting eaten was your doing as well, but when I accidentally left you down stairs and you deliberately let Tonks and Lupin find you and read you over, Merlin, that is going too far. So I have decided I will just lock you up. In a big box. With that big charmed lock dad has. And then nobody will be able to read you again.
I mean, I came downstairs at 6:30 and there's Tonks reading you, "Because you will start to fall asleep over your pancakes when the boy you used to like happens to be coming in with your brother and when you put your elbow to down to stop yourself from getting a face full of syrup it will fall in the butter dish. And then all through the rest of the meal (through out which you will be a lot more awake, but not pleasantly so) the boy you used to like will stare at you in a really weird puzzled kind of way, even after you wipe all the butter off your elbow."
And then they both laughed and Lupin was all "Why does she call Harry the boy-she-used-to-like? Why not Harry?"
Tonks shrugged "Must be a teenager thing. Course when I was in school and referring to boys I used to like they got called a lot worse things than that, though."
Lupin smiled wryly "Yes, I can imagine so. Make sure you find Molly or Arthur soon so you can give that to them."
"Why don't we just find Ginny?" asked Tonks, thumbing through a few more pages, (you let her, worthless piece of scum. Consider yourself scrap paper, or less. If anyone ever finds you again it'll be by the time you'll be a historical document)
"Well, I think she's asleep right now. I was only saying to give it to Molly or Arthur because they get up earlier than her."
"Oh. Listen to this, Remus."
"I'm not sure Ginny would want us looking through her diary, Tonks."
Damn right I wouldn't.
"Oh, just this one. I swear I won't read anymore but just listen, okay."
Lupin frowned but didn't move.
"'Outside
Out in the fresh air
Where a soft breeze rustles
Through an oaks branches
As I go soaring by
After getting knocked off my broom
Trying not to hit the ground too hard'.
Sounds a bit like the kind of poems Sirius wrote, eh?"
Lupin nodded "Sort of, Sirius's poems always rhymed."
Tonks laughed "Oh, yes, that's right. And he was forever seeking a rhyme for the word 'silver'. Did he ever find one?"
By then I was feeling two things I never thought went together before, really bored and really, really ticked off. So I came the rest of the way downstairs and gave them both the look I usually reserve for my older siblings. It made them both blush, which I found somewhat amusing.
"May I have my journal back please?" I asked, in the calmest voice I could manage while still feeling very annoyed.
"Oh, sorry, Ginny. Here you go." Sorry, yeah, sure they are. Ok, so I did forgive them. And I took you back, obviously.
Because, I know it is really all your fault. I can't really blame Lupin and Tonks for something like this. So long as they don't tell anybody what they read. Anyways, I'm going to go lock you up now. Try and escape and I WILL BURN YOU!
Wednesday, September 1, 1996
1:04 pm
Hogwarts Express
(Aka The cursed place, on board which I recovered my journal.)
Yeah, so I came back. Shut up already.
A/N: Okay, got that over with. Now that Ginny is (finally) in school she won't have time to write everyday and I can try to give my story a vague hint of plot. Yay. Review, si vous plait.
