July 30, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place

I've seen the Honeydukes chocolate that Ron and Hermione are sending to Harry tomorrow. His gifts are two little bags filled to the brim with delicious sweets. Harry is one lucky wizard! Ron wouldn't even let me take a tiny caramel from one of the bags. I've been craving Honeydukes all day!

Anyway, last night, I fell asleep to the tune of the jewelery box that I keep this journal in. It's something about that slow, peaceful melody that just drifts my stressful thoughts away. I'm dying to know what song is called, and Sirius can't recall the name. So for now, I'm calling it the Dream Lullaby, because after hearing it, I had the most pleasant dream about clouds, the ocean, and the beach.

But the memory of my soothing dream was wiped away this morning, when an emergency Order meeting woke us all up. Mum came bustling upstairs, telling us to get up, but not to come back upstairs. Hermione and I went into Ron's room, where he, Fred, and George were waiting for us.

George wanted to nip downstairs and listen in on the meeting with the Extendable Ears, but Fred told him that there's a big chance that there's a charm on the kitchen door. Apparently, the Ears don't do so well after they encounter constriction spells.

We spent the rest of the morning exchanging theories about the Order meeting. Ron reckons that someone else got hurt during guard duty. Fred and George both say think that Dumbledore's involved somehow. Hermione says that someone was caught during guard duty.

And quite frankly, I don't know what my theory is. This angered Hermione slightly because it looked like she wanted to have an open debate about the Order meeting. I just sat there on Ron's bed, listening to the conversation, until I got bored. Then I came back to my room, where I've been ever since.

I wrote a letter to Michael as soon as I sat down, and I asked him if he believed all of the things that the Daily Prophet is saying about Dumbledore and Harry. I'm starting to get used to signing letters "Love, Ginny", so used to it that the word "love" seems to fly out of my quill as if it's echanted or something. I sent the letter off with Pigwidgeon about four hours ago.

You know what? I'm not entirely sure I want to hear any bad news from the Order anymore. I know, it sounds awfully selfish, but I know the story from back to front, and the bad news only troubles me further. You-Know-Who is killing people and the Ministry tells everyone else that everything's perfectly fine!

I've been thinking all afternoon about the fact that the Ministry refuses to believe Dumbledore and Harry. They're putting the entire world at stake, and not just wizards, but the Muggle world as well. You-Know-Who could be using this ignorance to his advantage. That means he can strike anywhere he wants to, and the Ministry will keep plowing on with their "You-Know-Who's dead" crap. It's rather frightening, once you think it through.

I can only imagine how Harry must feel. I haven't been thinking a lot about him lately, but you can't mention You-Know-Who without thinking "Harry Potter". He's only got the Order protecting him; everyone else thinks he's a lying attention-seeker. You-Know-Who has been trying to kill him since he was a baby; Harry can't be too happy with the news that the world doesn't believe You-Know-Who is really back. It must be horrible for him.

All right. This Order stuff is starting to get me stressed out.

Ah. I've just opened up the jewelry box. The Dream Lullaby is wafting around the room. Hopefully, it will help me clear my thoughts. I have got to find out the name of that song! It's going to drive me crazy if I don't.

I can see my ruby necklace glinting from it's place in the box. I'm just itching to show it off, but at the same time, I don't want the entire house to know about Michael, especially my brothers!

Maybe if I think of another reason for having the necklace, then just maybe I can wear it around the house. But then people will get suspicious…

But it's such a pretty necklace…

Oh, Mum's calling everyone down for lunch. I know I haven't written much, but I'm starving!

'Night,

-Ginny


I am SO sorry about this slightly-shorter chapter, but I have to clean my room again. ARGH!

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