Author's Notes: It's 6:21 a.m., and I'm working on this. I'm going to finish this sooner or later, don't worry. But in four days I'm going to Tennessee to stay for six weeks with my dad, for summer vacation. But I'll keep typing while I'm there.

Make it 6:23 a.m.

I've decided to mark the beginning of a chapter with the entry title. Since my asteriks didn't friggin work. And I'll mark the end of one with... a big space doesn't work, nor do asteriks... I know, I'll have him write his name at the end. That's it.

Now, mind you, in no way, shape or form could Ron ever remember everything that happened during the day enough to write it down...himself that is, but all the memories are stored away in his brain, and so the journal can recount the day's events.

Percy

Wow...just...wow. Percy's just left. And I don't think he'll be coming back. Him, Dad and Mum just had a raging row.

Lately, he's been coming home and going straight up to his room, as usual, but not like usual at meals, the only time he comes down, he refuses discuss Harry, the Triwizard Tournament... and the...other thing that happened just a couple weeks ago. But at breakfast today, Fred and George were bashing Fudge and the Ministry, because we all know Harry isn't lying, he wouldn't. Anyway, Percy stood straight up, knocking over his chair at the table, and started preaching at them about how Fudge is noble, and has done more than either of them could ever do (duh, those two can't do a whole lot, so it's not like that would be difficult), and how he is smarter than to believe a fourteen-year-old's made up fables.

Then Dad told him off. Told him Fudge was being ignorant, and that maybe he doesn't trust Harry, but Merlin knows he should trust Dumbledore. He said this very calm-like.

Then Percy stuck his big head in again, he can't just let this die, oh no. No, he has to turn this in to obsession #2: Enter Fudge. Anyway, he was stuttering about Dumbledore trusting Harry, so if he trusted Harry, we shouldn't trust him. And that's when Mum shooed us out of the kitchen. But we could hear them anyways, they started yelling, all three of them. Ginny and me were listening outside the kitchen window, which was open, conveniently. Fred and George Apparated, yes now they can do that, to their room to get something. I suppose it helps them hear.

Mum started in. "Percy Weasley, do not ever talk that way about Albus Dumbledore! He's older and wiser than Fudge and has never had a notion that hasn't been right!" He used to idolize Dumbledore.

"I know that, Mum. But he's getting older and maybe isn't as wise as he used to be. He's trusting a fourteen year old's word on a subject as testy as the Dark Lord. Did you ever venture to think that perhaps Dumbledore just wants to unseat the Minister, and become it himself?"

Prat.

"Son, Dumbledore has never wanted to be Minister of Magic! Before Fudge ran for office, Dumbledore was offered the position loads of times! But he NEVER RAN!"

"Yes, Percy! Why would Dumbledore want to become Minister now, even though he could've been before?!"

"I told you, Mum. Maybe he's getting senile! Or maybe it's just age itself!"

Git.

And they went on and on like this for a while, Percy being stupid and stubborn, Mum and Dad being logical and right. We got kind of bored and stopped listening.

But Percy ended up storming out with his stuff, he'll probably just stay at the Leaky Cauldron. Good. They can keep him.

Mum's been keeping up with The Daily Prophet. It's been bashing Harry and Dumbledore since...you-know-what. Not really them specifically, stuff like if a person's in a trial and they think that the person is guilty, but the person says that they are innocent, they'll print it and say "They're lies like Harry Potter would be proud of!" or something like that. Like a big joke. Fudge is behind it, mark me.

-Ron

Notes: It is now 8:02 a.m.

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