July 1, 1995, The Burrow
See? I did keep my promise! Hermione had better be proud of me.
Speaking of Hermione, I got a letter from her last night. Mum and Dumbledore have agreed that she will be staying with us over the summer-wherever we're going. Mum still won't tell any of us where we're staying, but she has told us this:
She and Dad belong to a secret society that was founded by Dumbledore back in the 70's, when You-Know-Who was first around. For the family's safety, we're all going to be staying at the society's headquarters, except for Charlie, because he'll be staying in Romania.
And everything else, Mum said, we will find out when we arrive-wherever we're going. This is getting annoying, but she seems very stressed out, and I really don't want to get on her bad side if we have to move somewhere.
Dad's at home today, degnoming the garden with Fred and George. He took a day off from work, but Percy refuses to skive off from the office. Dad says he's just trying to repair his reputation, because of what happened with Mr. Crouch.
But I say that he's kissing big fat Ministry butt big time.
I managed to get out of degnoming today. I told Mum I was tired, which is the honest truth: I was up all night because of another nightmare. She gave me a sympathetic look and sent me upstairs to bed. I think she knows I've been having scary dreams about You-Know-Who, but I didn't ask further.
Ron claims that he's doing "holiday work". Ha. He's probably sitting up there in his room, writing a letter to Hermione, trying to disguise his true feelings for her. Everyone knows it. Why doesn't he give it up? He's fallen head over heels for Miss Brainiac of the Year, Hermione Granger.
Oh. I just saw Errol fly past the window. Dad's coming in from the garden. I can hear him and Mum bustling downstairs in the kitchen. They're talking. They're calling Ron and I downstairs. I'll write more afterwards. Bye for now!
Later
Well, it's official. We're leaving for-wherever we're going-in two days. Talk about short notice! Ah, well, it's not like I was planning on doing anything important in two days.
Ron's really ticked, because he already unpacked all of his Hogwarts stuff, and now he has to pack it all up again, along with clothes and things like that for the rest of the summer. Ha! Didn't he hear Mum when she told us to leave everything packed? Guess not.
Fred and George are still down there, talking with Mum and Dad about something. Probably their joke shop, which they've been threatening to open ever since they got low scores on the O.W.L.S. exams last summer. They told me something about "Skiving Snack boxes". Maybe that's what their talking about.
Argh! Ron just came in here and asked if I had his new Chudley Cannons T-Shirt. Gross! As if I'd want to wear his t-shirt! Of course, I have it stashed underneath my bed, because the shirt was supposed to be for me anyway, but he called dibs on it while I wasn't looking. Stupid prat.
Then he wanted to know what I was writing. I looked up at him and I saw that glint in his eyes that told me he wanted to say, "Writing love letters to good old Harry, eh?" I glared at him and told him to shut his pie hole, unless I would tell Hermione what I heard him saying in his sleep two nights ago. The glint quickly disappeared and he walked away, muttering that he had just wanted his Cannons shirt back.
Mmm. Mum's making something for dinner, and it smells delicious. I wonder if she's still going to cook once we arrive at-wherever we're going. Hopefully we won't have to survive eating Muggle foods out of cans again. Dad nearly went nuts when he found out the cans were made of "aliminum".
I guess I should get a move on with packing my regular summer clothes in my Hogwarts trunk. But I just like it up here, on my bed, writing away. It's much cooler up here than it was last night, so I'm not burning up. Somehow, in all of this rushing around, I feel…peaceful?
Oh god. Hermione would break down into tears of joy if she saw me adoring writing. She's been trying to instill the love of writing in me ever since second year, after the-diary circumstances that I would not like to explain at this time. Happy now, Hermione? You'd better be.
Percy's still not home. There's something very suspicious about him staying at the Ministry, even if Dad is firmly convinced that Percy's just trying to fix his reputation. What reputation? He doesn't even have one! Maybe he's still being questioned about old Crouch. Like I care what my least favorite brother is doing at his office.
Oh my god. Ron won't stop bugging me about the Chudley Cannons shirt. Excuse me while I go hurl the shirt at his slimy, Hermione-adoring face.
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My job is done.
-Ginny
Ah! Another chapter done! I'd like to thank my reviewers:
Islandman-Thanks! You're my very first review on this story!
RaveNClawGeniuS-I'll try my best. Thanks!
Monketprobs-There's the next chapter for you. Hope you liked it!
Kelso the Great-Yeah, there are a lot of Ginny's journal(not diary!) stories out there, and that just made me want to right my own, a little differently, though.
Jennifer-I know! Ginny's so cool! Thanks!
BriMcPoopers-The first part of her journal, I'm making most of the events up, and I'm guessing the dates. Once Harry comes, in the second part of her journal, I'll go through the summer like OotP says.
Thank you, all of my reviewers! You guys really made my day!
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-Rox
