July 28, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
Tonks stopped by for dinner last night, and she's promised me a few inkbottles, since Hermione still isn't showing any signs of letting me borrow anything from her. She's started talking to me again, but the conversations are very strained and polite, and not at all like Hermione. I asked Ron what was wrong with her, but he said it was "confidential". I'm his sister!
Ah, the crazy things my brother does for love…
Since Ron and Hermione are usually off by themselves, I've found companions in Fred and George. Who would have thought? I remember Percy saying that I needed "decent role models" in my life, and that he was one of them. Ha! But that was back when I was…what…nine or ten years old? Percy doesn't care a bit about me know, and I don't care about him.
I've decided against testing the Skiving Snackboxes for the twins. I'm not siding with Hermione or anything, but I'm going to wait until they are one hundred percent safe to use, rather than be Fred and George's guinea pig. It seems that Mum is bound to find out about the entire business sooner or later, and I'd rather not be caught in the middle of the fight.
It's been rather boring around the house ever since Mum decided that most of the house has been cleaned to her liking. The house doesn't even belong to her, it's Sirius's, but he lets her act like 12 Grimmauld Place is her summer home. I think he really likes having someone else controlling the house. He shows every sign of wanting to burn the entire thing down, and he probably would, if he hadn't given it to Dumbledore to use as headquarters.
Michael and I have been writing each other every day, and that keeps me busy for most of the morning. But once the afternoon comes, I'm just sort of…floating around. I've finished all of my holiday homework, and now I think I should have left it for later. At least I would have something to do, other than let my thoughts drift, and that usually ends up making me worry about things that really aren't worry-worthy, like buying a present for Harry.
I have finally come to a decision about the birthday present manner.
I will not be buying anything for Harry. I will simply wish him a happy birthday when he comes to stay (whenever that happens). Then maybe he'll realize that I don't like him anymore. I can't just walk up to him and say "Hi, Harry, I've decided that I'm not in love with you anymore. Bye! Oh yeah, and Happy Birthday!" That sounds like something a girl like Pansy Parkinson would do, and I am not sinking to her level of flirtation and stupidity.
Wow. That statement sounded rather intelligent. I should tell it to Hermione sometime, and then maybe she'll start treating me like her friend again, instead of some talking stick on the side of the road. She's got to come back sometime. I'm her only real "girl" friend at Hogwarts, and that will be the day when Hermione Granger discusses her innermost feelings with Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. That will be the day.
Anyway, there was an Order meeting this afternoon, and, as usual, Fred and George tried to listen in, but there's another charm on the door. Besides, we already know the basic outline of what they talk about all the time. But, George did overhear Tonks and Professor Lupin whispering worriedly about Harry. Both of them think that Harry is on the brink of doing anything to get out of Privet Drive, based on Mrs. Figg's reports and Sirius's letters from Harry. He must be getting restless, with practically everyone telling him to "lay low" and "keep his nose clean".
You know what? I wonder what Michael thinks of Harry.
No, no, I'm not going to compare the two of them or anything like that, but I honestly wonder if Michael believes that You-Know-Who is back. He probably doesn't, just like seventy-five percent of the population of the wizarding world. Perhaps I could persuade him…but wouldn't that be taking advantage of our relationship? But it wouldn't hurt to ask…maybe I'll ask him when I write him again tomorrow. I can't tell you how much ink I've used up, just on my letters to Michael! And I don't want to run out of ink to use on this journal…
All right. Enough about ink.
I don't think I've had a nightmare about Riddle in over a week, or maybe even longer than that. It feels good not to have the Chamber of Secrets haunting my every waking moment. I mean, it's not like I don't think about it, because I do, but I don't get as scared as I used to, and I certainly don't allow it to get me down. But like Mum and Dad said…it's okay to get scared sometimes. It's part of human nature, and, as a human, I'm going to accept it.
Whoa, that's another highly intelligent statement. I'm on a roll!
But don't get me wrong. I was serious about that sentence.
Oh my. A loud explosion just came from Fred and George's room. Or at least I think it was their room. It could have been Ron's, or Bill's. Nope. I'm pretty sure it was the twins. Maybe something went wrong with the Skiving Snackboxes. Hmmm.
I can hear Hermione and Bill talking loudly in the hall about Prefects. I can just tell that Hermione's expecting a Gryffindor badge to be with her Hogwarts letter. I can hear it in her voice. She sounds confident and assured. I wonder who the other Prefect is going to be, because Hermione is most definitely going to be one. Personally, I think Dumbledore chose Harry as the other Gryffindor prefect, but I could be wrong.
And now I'm extremely bored.
I pity Sirius. He has to live like this all the time. I think I'll go visit him and Buckbeak.
Wish me luck with dinner duty.
-Ginny
Another day gone by…
Cheers to my reviewers. Sorry, I don't have a list of people to thank. I am seriously thinking about deleting my Hotmail account, because it always seems to be going crazy and getting rid of all my unread e-mails.
But anyway, I'm nearing 300 reviews on this story, and honestly, I didn't even expect to reach 100! And to think that the idea for this story came to me when I was talking on the phone about Harry Potter to my friend, Jen. I think we were discussing the Chamber of Secrets and the Order of the Phoenix, and it just hit me. So thanks, Jen, for being the inspiration!
How do you think I did with this chapter? Yes, Hermione is still ignoring Ginny, but the next entry will be chock-full of Ginny-Hermione bonding, I promise. And maybe I'll throw in some Ginny-Sirius and Ginny-Tonks moments in there, too, just for fun.
Please, review! It means the world to me to know that so many people are enjoying my story. Thanks so much!
-Rox
