July 26, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
Oh my god. I'm going to be expelled from Hogwarts!
Okay, well maybe not that, but I am SO going to be assigned to dinner duty for like, a week. Or maybe a month. Or maybe…
Forever…
But I musn't get ahead of myself.
Back to the getting expelled from Hogwarts part…
I performed illegal underage magic! Yes, I, Ginevra Molly Weasley, age thirteen, have performed magic outside of school! Let me start from the beginning.
It was just after breakfast, and I was dead tired because Mum asked me to help cook for some of the Order members who had stayed overnight in the house. I was just sitting innocently in my room, with my wand on my beside table, trying to finish a Divination essay before lunch.
I would never have guessed that I would be in HUGE trouble in less than fifteen minutes.
Fred and George were causing a racket out in the hallway. It seems that they were trying to get Ron to test some of their Skiving Snackboxes, because Mum's getting suspicious about their "wounds", and Hermione was trying to convince Ron that they were dangerous to his health. Ha. Typical.
But, this morning, everything seemed to be getting on my nerves, mostly because I had written a letter to Michael, and I was anxious waiting for a reply. When Hermione and George started having a row right outside of my door, I seized my wand and stepped out into the hallway, feeling rather livid.
I started shouting about how all I wanted was some peace and quiet to write my essay and wait for a letter (I almost blurted out the word "Michael" but I kept that to myself, thank God). Then Fred told me that it wasn't just my house, and that they could make as much noise as they wanted. I was surprised that Mrs. Black hadn't started screaming yet, or than Mum hadn't come running to see what was going on.
Well, I told Fred that they were just making too much noise, and George jumped in and called me a "Miss Priss". Hermione looked midly offended, but I don't really remember that part.
Anyway, the next thing I knew, I had my wand pointed at George. I shouted "Batabogious!", which is the Bat-Bogey Hex, and these little bats flew out of George's nose and started wildly attacking him. I didn't even realize that I had done magic until Mum came running upstairs and saw me with my wand out.
All of a sudden, I got really nervous, and I felt like I was going to cry at any second when Mum told me to go into my room. I thought that the Ministry was going to jump through the windows and demand that I hand over my wand. Hermione sent me a glance as I slammed the door.
Mum set George's nose right in about ten minutes, and he, Fred, and Ron have steered clear of my room ever since then. Hermione came in later on and started reading one of her textbooks without a single word to me. She did have a superior look on her face, though, and she probably felt good about herself because she hasn't performed illegal underage magic.
Hermione left about an hour ago, and even though she didn't say anything, I have a hunch that she's gone to visit Ron again. Mum still hasn't come into my room, so for all I know, she's sitting downstairs in the kitchen, reading a letter from the Ministry about how they're going to snap her only daughter's wand in half…
I don't even know why I did that hex on George! I mean, I've gotten angry at my brothers plenty of times, but I've never actually used magic on them. Yeah, I've used a few well-aimed kicks on them, but never magic. I feel like I have sunken to the lowest level of Wizard kind…even lower on the status scale than Percy, and that's pretty low to begin with…
I know that I shouldn't blame it on anybody but myself, but I think I performed underage magic because I've been cooped up in this house for far too long. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I'm just sick of this entire place. The portraits, the pests, the house elf, the mold…everything. I just want to be back in my own safe bed at the Burrow, where my only worries were about Harry, and not about whether or not I was going to use my wand on one of my brothers the next time I got upset with them.
God, if only things were that simple. I'd do anything to go back to that. Well, maybe except for the entire "obsessing over Harry Potter" fiasco. I must admit, that part was very immature. Besides, I've got Michael to worry about now.
What if I do get to keep my wand, just this once, but then I use magic again, and the Ministry takes away my second chance and snaps my wand in half, just like those scary Ministry stories Dad's always telling during thunderstorms. What if I have to go to a trial before the Wizengamot, and they find me guilty, and then they drag me off to Azkaban to be handed over to the Dementers?
I guess I better go ask Sirius how life is in Azkaban, then…
Oh my god. What am I saying? I'm just so confused right now. In fact, I'm so confused that I can barely concentrate on this entry. Where is Michael's letter? Why hasn't Mum or Dad come up here to talk to me about not performing illegal underage magic? Why is this world so bloody confusing?
Okay. Now I'm starting to sound like those "I hate the world" girls I read about in one of the articles in the latest edition of Witch Weekly. That's going a little too far.
Oh my god. Mum's just come upstairs. She has a letter from Michael for me. She also wants to talk about what happened today with George.
Wish me luck.
Goodnight!
-Ginny
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