Hear My Voice: Ginny Weasley's Journal
By: Roxy Black
Summary: During the summer before her fourth year, Ginny records her thoughts in a journal. I'm not as socially and emotionally inept as my brothers think I am. I just want them, and Harry, and all the others to realize that I'm not a little girl anymore.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Inspiration For The Title:
"Oh, hello, Harry!" said Ron's younger sister, Ginny. "I thought I heard your voice."
-Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
June 30, 1995, The Burrow
Okay. To start things off, I'd like to say that this is not a diary. I've had some bad experiences with diaries in the past, and I'd rather not mention them right now. I believe Hermione used the word "journal" when she shoved this little book in my hand at King's Cross. So that's what this is.
My journal.
Mum nearly had a heart attack when she saw me bringing this book into the house. She started shrieking about the previously mentioned diary experiences, but once Dad and I reassured her that the journal was from Hermione, she calmed down a bit.
I don't even know what to write in this thing. Does Hermione honestly expect me to know what to write!
My name is Ginny Weasley. I have red hair and brown
I don't need to explain anything to you. That's what I did when I was writing in that diary back in my first year, and it ended with me lying unconscious in a chamber deep in the heart of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So I'm not about to do that this time.
I guess I should describe my surroundings or something. Okay, here we go.
I'm in my bedroom, sitting on my bed, melting away in the sweltering heat. I'm writing in a You already know that. Even though I'm wearing extremely small shorts and a very thin tank top, I'm about to die of heat exhaustion.
My brothers Ron, Fred, and George are outside playing Quidditch. Rather, they're flying around on broomsticks, tossing rocks to each other. Percy's at the Ministry. Bill's coming to visit in a few days for a secret "thing" with Mum and Dad.
And I'm utterly bored and out of ideas on what to write about.
God, what would Ron say if he saw me writing in a journal? What would any of my brothers say? They'd probably start teasing me that I'm writing sappy love letters to Harry, or they'd start saying that I'm writing fantasies about him. Pathetic little gits. They all are.
I'm not as socially and emotionally inept as my brothers think I am. I just want them, and Harry, and all the others to realize that I'm not a little girl anymore. I want them to see that I'm becoming a young woman, and that I don't spend my days idling over fantasies and what not anymore. But, that's impossible, seeing as I have six brothers, and every last one of them thinks that I'm still six years old.
But my brothers are the least of my problems.
What exactly are my problems, you ask?
One of my problems is that the most powerful Dark wizard in over a century has just returned from the so-called dead, and I've been having nightmares about him ever since the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament.
But that's just one problem.
My other problem is that even though I have a boyfriend, I still might have feelings for Harry Potter, who just happens to be the boy who saw You-Know-Who return, and he just happens to be Ron's best friend. And I just happened to like Harry since the summer before my first year.
What would Hermione say if she knew I was writing about Harry in my journal? She would probably start ragging on about how I've got to move on from my little schoolgirl crush. But that's just it.
It wasn't just a schoolgirl crush to me. It was lo—
Gah! I promised myself I wouldn't start writing about Harry, but there I go again. Think about Michael. I must think about Michael.
Michael Corner is my boyfriend. Okay, so we just met in December and we hooked up in May, but I really like this boy. But I haven't told Ron, or any of my brothers, yet. They'd probably go starkers and start stalking Michael at Hogwarts once term starts again.
Oh. Mum's just come back from—wherever she was. She and Dad have been very secretive about their comings and goings ever since term ended. They won't tell me what they're doing, either. But Mum has warned me not to unpack my Hogwarts things, because "we're going somewhere safer for the summer".
Safer. The Burrow is safe, as far as I'm concerned, but maybe not safe enough for these times. I don't even want to worry about safety right now. I just want to have a relaxing summer, wherever I may be staying.
All right. I'm getting bored just sitting here, writing. I'm new to this whole journal thing, and I haven't got a clue why, but I want to give it a shot. So here I go. I'll write in here every day, as often as I can, and I'll write down everything. I won't miss anything.
So wish me luck, dear Journal. Wish that I may be attentive as possible during these times of near-war. Wish that I may convince everyone around me that I am a young woman.
And wish that I may finally get over Harry Potter.
Love, Yours truly, Sincerely, From,
-Ginny
So…how did you like the first chapter? I know, it's a bit short, but bare with me, people!
There will be roughly 62 entires in Ginny's journal, and I'm going to try and cover all of the days of her summer before her fourth year. Wish me luck!
And please review!
-Rox
