July 22, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place

Dad talked to me about my nightmares last night, and the entire time I could hear Mum shouting at Fred and George. I don't think they've told her that I helped them out, because if they did, I would have gotten into trouble by now.

So, anyway, back to what Dad said. He told me that he would always fear for the safety of his children, but he has never felt anything like the fear he experienced when Dumbledore told him and Mum that I had been taken down into the Chamber of Secrets. Dad said that he just couldn't imagine his little girl is such danger, and that it was killing him to even think of me in that situation, supposedly dead.

He told me that it's okay to feel afraid sometimes, but to let fear take over your life is something that you just can't do to yourself. "I know your mum probably already told you this, but if you ever feel afraid, and you don't think you can pull through, I will always be right behind you, waiting to catch your fall." Dad said. I don't think I will ever forget those words for as long as I live.

Dad hugged me and kissed my forehead. He called me his "Little Princess", just like he used to do when I was younger. I felt tears welling in my eyes when I told him that I loved him, and that I didn't want to stop being his Little Princess…ever.

Dad hugged me again and we both went downstairs for dinner. Fred and George were already seated, their heads bowed over their empty plates. Tonks came by, and Hermione and I managed to talk to her for a few minutes.

I slept through the night without a single disturbance, which felt good, for a change.

Anyway, I have some important news:

Bill knows about Michael.

Okay, okay, it's not as bad as it seems. Let my explain:

It seems that Michael's owl delivered the letter that was meant for me to Bill's room last night, and he opened it up and read it (I'm pretty upset about that, but that's an entirely different story).

First thing this morning, Bill came to my room and showed me the letter. He pointed to the "Love, Michael" part, and the look on his face just screamed: "Please explain this to me right now." So I got out of bed and followed Bill to his room.

I explained to Bill that I had met Michael at the Yule Ball, and that we had hooked up just before the end of term. Bill just nodded through the entire story, and I half-expected him to come charging at me, demanding to know the exact address of Michael Corner. But he did smile when I showed him the ruby necklace from France, and the picture of Michael standing on the Eiffel Tower.

Bill told me was happy for me, but that I should "be very careful". I breathed a little easier after that, but I still begged Bill not to tell Ron, Fred, or George. Bill asked if Mum and Dad knew, and I told him yes. Bill gave me a hug and together we went downstairs for breakfast.

Sirius was already there, furiously downing a goblet of orange juice. He's fuming about Kreacher again, which really isn't anything new. That house elf is the cause of most of the problems in 12 Grimmauld Place. I asked Sirius what Kreacher had done thistime, and he launched into a rather short story.

Kreacher injured Buckbeak of purpose!

Sirius said that there's something wrong with Buckbeaks's leg. The poor hippogriff couldn't even stand up this morning, he told me! And it's all because of the stupid, mumbling house elf! I don't care if Hermione's trying to promote "elfish welfare"! Once house elves start insulting you and injuring innocent animals, they're not worth trying to free anymore!

After breakfast, Mum angrily sent Fred and George to help Sirius in the attic again, like they did a few days ago. Bill went off to work at Gringotts, so Ron, Hermione, and I were sentenced to cleaning the third floor bathroom.

All right, so the third floor bathroom isn't as disgusting as the one on the first floor, but that damn ghoul scared the crap out of Hermione. She was cleaning the toilet, and the thing just popped out of the water. She fell backwards, but Ron caught her before she hit her head on the edge of the bathtub. They were blushing for the rest of the afternoon.

I'm counting down the days until Ron admits his true feelings to Hermione, or vice versa. They're honestly taking too much time to realize that they like each other! I mean, I never went directly into the open and screamed "I LIKE HARRY POTTER!", and I don't expect Ron or Hermione to do that to each other, but if they wait too long…I'm starting to wonder if it's too late for them to recognize anything.

Anyway, I've taped Michael's latest letter into this journal. I think it's his sweetest letter yet. He said things like "I miss your beautiful brown eyes" and "I can't wait to see your smiling face again". I gushed about it to Hermione when Ron got scared out of the bathroom because a spider tried to crawl up his shirt.

Hermione just rolled her eyes. I think she's just jealous because Ron doesn't send her mushy letters. Well, he doesn't really have to send letters, since we're all in the same house, but still…

Oh, dear. Mum's having a row with someone downstairs. It can't be with Fred and George, though because she's shouting about "stolen cauldrons". Crap, Mrs. Black is screaming too.

I can't concentrate. Good night!

-Ginny


Hey! I hope everyone enjoyed that chapter!

Cheers to my reviewers: Fatalgambler, Siriusly Pranked, IamSiriusGrl, Ronniekinzluvr, prongsgurl202113, and Rogue200315. You guys are the best!

I know that this chapter didn't have a lot of Ginny's thoughts in it, but I'm finding that I'm having a serious case of writer's block with this story. So please, bear with me!

Puddlemere Night Stand, my new OW/OC story, is now UP!

Please check that out, and review it, too.

How do you think I did with this chapter? Tell me! Should I bring the Draco Malfoy pics back into the plot?

Review!

Thanks!

-Rox