July 3, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place, London, England
It's really early. Even earlier than when I first wrote yesterday. I got barely three hours of sleep when Mum woke everyone up. But the good news is this: I finally have a real name for "wherever we're going"!
Right now, I'm sitting in the bedroom that Mum has given Hermione and I in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, London, England. The entire house is filthy, and there's a screaming portrait of an old woman downstairs in the hallway, not to mention a very creepy old house elf that calls himself Kreacher.
I'm going to have to spend the rest of the summer here, so I best get used to it, Mum said. She's warned me not to go exploring around the house until everything's been cleaned up. And she's also told me who's going to be doing the cleaning: us.
I did not intend to spend my entire summer cleaning an old house.
Mum also told me, and only me, not to go venturing onto the fourth floor of the house, and not to speak to anyone that I don't know. Even Hermione won't tell me what she's going on about, and Ron's not telling me, either. Why don't they just go find a closet to snog in or something?
So far, no one's told us about this "secret society headquarters" that we're supposedly living in. The only members that I know about are Mum, Dad, and Bill. But there's got to be more!
Gah. Hermione's already started on her holiday homework. She's sitting on her bed, writing about three feet of parchment a minute! Honestly, that girl has got to lighten up! I think I'll go ask her if she wants to head over to Bill to ask him about the secret society members.
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Hermione's response: "Ginny, I've got O.W.L.S. coming up! There's just too much work to keep track of!"
Oh, right. I almost forgot that she's taking her O.W.L.S. this year.
I pity Ron and Harry's souls.
I am so bloody(god, I sound like Ron!) bored. There's nothing to do. Mum's confined all of us to our bedrooms. Ron and Bill are sharing a room down the hall, and Fred and George are up on the third floor. I keep wondering where Harry's going to stay when he comes, because he most definitely will. I hope.
Oh. My. God. There I go again, talking about Harry! Why can't I just forget about my little crush on him and move on! I have a boyfriend, for crying out loud! I can't like my boyfriend and Harry at the same time! That's like cheating…right?
Speaking of Michael, I probably won't have any contact with him over the summer. I wrote him this morning, telling him not to try and find me. Mum said that she doesn't want "suspicious owls" hanging around Grimmauld Place, because the Muggles outside will start to notice and then we'll be in big trouble.
You see, Number Twelve is well…invisible. It's protected by a whole bunch of spells that Hermione started to explain to me, but then I got bored. She, Ron, Fred, George, and I had to memorize the location while we were outside on the lawn. And then, out of nowhere, this house inflated in between Numbers Eleven and Thirteen, and as soon as we got into the hallway, it disappeared again.
Hermione's just left. Ha. She's probably off to visit Ron. From what's been happening the past two days, it looks like I'm going to be spending a lot of my time by myself, or with Fred and George, because Hermione and Ron have been spending a lot of time together. Mum must be ecstatic: they're finally realizing their feelings for each other, after that whole "Yule Ball/Viktor Krum" fiasco.
Speaking of Mum…I don't think she's going to be herself this summer. She's in despair over what happened last night with Percy, and it's only been one day without him around. How is she going to last the rest of the summer?
Dad hasn't really spoken much since last night. I wouldn't either, if I were him. How would you feel if your son blamed your family's financial problems on your reputation? I just hope Fred and George develop some wicked joke product that we can use on Percy the next time we see him…if we ever seem him again, that is. We can always mail something to him at his new office at the Ministry. Ideas, ideas…
God. I'm still bored. I don't even know what time it is. Ah, it's about eleven in the morning. I've been up for seven hours, and I just want to drop down on my bed and sleep until next Tuesday. Maybe that's what I'll do. Nah, because then I'll miss all of the good chances to tease Ron about Hermione, or vice versa.
Suddenly, I feel very much awake…maybe that's because I hear shouting coming from Ron's room. Ha. I think I'll go investigate.
Darn. Mum's calling us downstairs. Maybe, finally, we'll be finding out about this secret society!
Crap. She wants us to start cleaning. Grrr…
I don't think I'll be writing anymore tonight. Sorry for the short entry.
-Ginny
I'd like to thank my reviewers: InsanityPlea, Draco'sBrokenAngel, prongsgurl202113, sandshark,and Kelso the Great. If I missed anyone, sorry! Thank you so much for reviewing! You guys really made my day!
So…what about this chapter? I know, it's a bit short, but I couldn't really think of what Ginny would write about during her first day at Headquarters. Oh, and the "not allowed on the fourth floor" will be explained in the next few entries!
Oh, yes, and please check out the first chapter again! I've added Ginny's quote from OotP that was the inspiration for the title of the story.
Please review! I get more motivation for writing this chapters when I see lots of reviews in my inbox!
-Rox
