A/N: Due to the changing timeframes, and periodic poem readings, normal time is in normal font, memory is in italics, poem is in bold, and poem being written in the memories is in bold italics. This applies for the whole story, so I won't explain again.

This could be confusing. If you get confused, email me. I'll answer you personally unless it's a general confusion. Then I will try to correct it and replace the chapter(s) in question.

My muse is a deranged kitten. If you've ever been at the mercy of a kitten, you know they hurt when they're mad. So review to save me from the kitten-o'-doom! (Her name is Billjoe.)

Disclaimer: If it was mine, I would not be writing these pathetic little stories. I would be hiring an assassin to kill my brother if he doesn't stop dancing in front of me soon. That or having someone cook me breakfast. But Aunt Samantha is mine. Good thing she isn't dancing or I'd have to kill her off before I could use her.

Deep Inside

Chapter One

Nine Years Old: Best Friend and Brother

Ginny Weasley sighed. Hogwarts was really such a good place. She had never felt quite right leaving this school, even if she was going home. This was no exception.

Her least favorite part of leaving was packing. Her things were never where they belonged. Just when she thought she was almost through, she realized this time, she had forgotten her poem book.

This was no ordinary poem book. It took the words she quilled in and made them look published. She only had one poem in it, and it was untitled. She had started it the year before Ron started at Hogwarts. A new stanza or two was added each year, documenting the most major things of that year.

Ginny stared off into space for a moment, then shook herself out of it. 'Get ahold of yourself, Weasley! Just read the stupid thing!' She slowly peeled back the green cover, but not before breathing in the leather scent. She had always had a weakness for leather. Then she began to read the words on the page.

Have you ever had a brother one year older than you?

Have you ever had him love you and protect you?

Have you ever loved him with your whole heart?

This is how I feel.

She remembered that year. One year before Ron went off to Hogwarts, two before she did. Her aunt, Samantha Weasley, had sent it to her - being the only girl did have its advantages after all. She remembered her mum explaining it to her.

"Now, Ginny, this is a very special present, and it's just for you. Your dad's sister Samantha said that since you are the youngest, and the only girl, you deserve something like this to be your own," Mum had said.

"All for me, Mum?" Ginny had asked. In her nine years, she had only rarely had something that wasn't somebody else's, too. "Ron's not gonna share it too? It's all for me?" When her mum had nodded yes, Ginny opened it, the flipped the pages. Disappointment obvious, she askd, "What is it, Mum? What does it do?"

Her mum had explained it like this, "It's a little bit like a diary. You write in it, but then it will take what you've quilled in and make it look like it was printed in a book. But once you put something in it, it's there basically for forever."

"Wow, Mum! Aunt Samantha is the coolest! Can we visit her sometime so I can thank her?" Ginny piled on the 'baby girl' act. It worked.

"Well, okay, if it's alright with you father, I will see about her coming here for dinner sometime."

"Ginny?" her mum yelled up the stairs. "Aunt Samantha's coming for dinner tonight. She said she wants to see what you've written in the book. She'll be here in two hours; I want you cleaned up and ready to greet her at six o'clock!"

Ginny scrambled around on her desk for a quill, some parchment, and the still empty Publishing Book. She thought about what she wanted to write, and decided to start a poem. It would reflect her life, starting now. Too bad nothing special had happened to her this year. All she had done was work with her mum around the house (ugh) and play with Ronnie, er, Ron. (He hated the nickname now, but still let Ginny call him that sometimes.) She should write the stanza about her brother. She had several false starts before she finally came up with a starting line...

Have you ever had a brother one year older than you?

After several more tries and lots of worrying, Ginny decided that it didn't have to rhyme. Just before she had to get downstairs to greet Aunt Samantha, Ginny scribbled four lines into her new book. She snapped it closed without looking at it, toosed the quill onto the bed, and raced downstairs just in time for Aunt Samantha's knock on the door.

After dinner, she asked to see it. Ginny handed the book to her, and sat down beside her aunt to see the changes. It was beautiful. While it still looked like her handwriting, the Publishing Book had evolved it into something majestic. Her handwriting looked like that of a queen. She knew that for the rest of her life, she would strive to be able to write like that.

While Ginny was busy rhapsodizing over her handwriting, Aunt Samantha had read the stanza. She turned to Ginny, saying, "My dear Ginny, this is beautiful. Am I right in saying that you plan to add to this for the next several years?"

"Yes, Aunt Samantha," replied Ginny, "I'd like it to reflect the most important parts of my life so I can look at it when I'm old and remember what I did. There just wasn't a whole lot to write yet."

Aunt Samantha smiled and replied, "This is perfect, so beautiful and straight from your heart. You have a knack for writing. I would very much like to see this when you have written more, if that's okay with you."

"Of course."

Aunt Samantha closed the green leather cover and patted it gently. She suddenly looked confused and said, "Keep this safe, Ginny. It will prove more valuable then you know now. Keep it close and never be afraid of it. Just remember, it was here first and you won't let anyone make you give it up, physically or emotionally." Her face softened back into its normal condition. She looked slightly puzzled, and shook her head as if to clear it. She looked at Ginny's confused face, and then said, "You must really love that brother of yours. He's one special kid, from what I've read." Sh turned to face Ron and said quite severely, "You had better not ruin your sister's trust, young man. The two of you have a bond I can't quite understand. Keep it in good condition and both of your lives will be happier than if you don't."

Ron and Ginny both looked at her, confused in the brain but understanding in their hearts. Aunt Samantha did have Seer blood, after all. She just might know something they didn't.

A/N: Too confusing, that last bit? Well, since it will play a part in the last chapter (if I can write it in there) you should try to at least vaguely remember it. If it doesn't get written in, then I'll try to remember to explain it then. And the Seer's blood will be referred to again. Soon.

The reference to the weakness for leather is a nudge into why she was attracted to Tom's diary in the first place.

Massive thanks to Andy, for taking the notebook to read the story but losing it in her locker for months. But the thanks is also for telling me when it sounded like crap and making me fix it.

I beta all my own work. If you think I'm too OOC or something, tell me to fix it. I won't get offended. If you find a spelling or grammatical error...It's Billjoe's fault.