Dear Ginevra

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Dear Ginevra,

I found you today in the bottom of my trunk. I almost began to forget why I named you Ginevra. It seems like so long ago that I started this diary. It's really only been five years. Five years exactly since Bill gave you to me for my eleventh birthday. Now I remember that my Grandmum Ginevra died two weeks before my eleventh birthday and I felt like I should write to her in this diary so I would never forget her and how kind she was to me. She's the only person I can think of who did not tell me who I needed to be. She let me be myself, while still hoping that I possessed a little of her, besides her name, of course.

Today is September 11th - my birthday. I'm sixteen years old, and in my fifth year at Hogwarts. No one remembered my birthday, not even my boyfriend of five months, Dean Thomas. He's very sweet, but sometimes I begin to wonder why I'm with him. My mum has told me that at this age my relationships don't have to be "serious." I can't really accept that. But I just smile and say, "Yes, Mum, it's really just for fun." It's a good thing she has never met Dean. I'm sure she wouldn't approve of him for her "only wonderful daughter."

Last year, I finally got over my childhood crush on Harry. It lasted quite a bit longer than I expected it to when I look back, but then, Harry's a great guy. I won't ever forget how he saved my life back in first year. It all seemed to dissolve instantly when my first boyfriend, Michael, asked me out. I was so excited; I don't think I hesitated for one instant to answer him yes. Dean was the same way. Maybe that's one of my flaws that I should work on...

I'm going to try to start writing again, but for now I need to get some sleep.

Ginny