"My name," the girl reminisced for a moment, "My name was Ginny Weasley. I was a simple naïve girl. I didn't have much to say or many friends. That is until my trip to America. I changed then, but let me tell you the whole story, which started about twenty-two years ago.
"With a flash of green, You-know-who disappeared. Where? No one knows All that was left alive in the house was a little boy with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
"Eleven years later, saw the boy for the first time. I instantly had a crush on him. I'll never be sure why. Anyways, he attended his first year at Hogwarts and became the best of friends with my brother, Ron.
"The next year, my first year at Hogwarts, was quite eventful, aside from swooning over Harry, the boy with the scar. And this is where my story really begins. I was a shy girl, short, with red hair and brown eyes. Quite plain-looking really. And I didn't make friends all to easily. I had found a diary amongst my school books, so of course I began to write in it. The difference that makes this so important from any other girl writing in any other plain diary, is that it wrote back. I started by telling just little things that happened in my day, soon enough I had confided my deepest darkest secrets into this book. It gave me its' opinions. Time wore on.
Someone wrote terrible things on the wall and petrified people. I never knew where I had been at the time, but I often woke up with blood on my hands. It was, at the time, the scariest thing that had happened to me.
I later found out it was none other than me. I had done the terrible things and set a terrible beast loose in the castle.
But not on my own free will. Tom Riddle, you know the diary I wrote in, put me up to it. I know, I know, how could it do such a thing? I'm not sure how, but it took me over, possessed me. Started taking over my energy. I nearly died, but of course Harry saved the day. Thank goodness. He destroyed the diary and therefore I regained my life source. And that was the first time He took over my mind,
Second through fourth year passed by in an uneventful blur. My brothers, Fred and George, opened a joke shop, that might I add, did extraordinarily well. Percy, my other brother, stopped talking to the family. And Voldemort came back. Oh, sorry, I mean You-know-who. Harry lost his godfather, Sirius. Great man, Sirius. But, back to the story.
My fifth year is where everything changed, including me. Mum didn't want me, her little girl, attending Hogwarts while Voldemort was rising in power. She wanted me as far away from that as she could get me.
So, she sent me to live with a family in America, to attend Salem School of Magic.
I lived with the Moore's, a wonderful family. Sam and Julia were their two kids. They were twins and the same age as me.
On the first day at Salem, they "took me under their wing" metaphorically speaking.