August 4, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place

There's a major Order meeting going on downstairs in the kitchen right now. Mum chased us all upstairs a few minutes ago, so it looks like we'll be having a late dinner.

Mum's gone and charmed the kitchen door again, so the Extendable Ears are a no-go. It feels weird because I have no idea what's going on, and whether it's good or bad news that the Order members are sharing.

Hermione's been poring all over her textbooks since early this morning. She says she's trying to research every little thing that could prove Harry's innocence at the Ministry hearing. She hasn't said a word since lunch, I know better than to disturb her.

I got plenty of rest last night, seeing as Mum let us all sleep in late for once. It was rather unusual, but I think she was just trying to "pamper" us so we wouldn't complain about not being allowed to know anything that has to do with Harry. Either that, or she knows we're all stressed because of the dementor attack.

So, anyway, I'm loaded with energy because I got my usual ten hours of sleep, but I've got nothing to help me exert the energy so I won't be all jumpy tonight. I've been up in my room for most of the day, except for the kitchen for breakfast and lunch.

In fact, this has got to be one of the most boring days of the summer.

Yes, I know, it doesn't seem believable, but trust me, I'm bored stiff. Sure, my mind is still reeling with the possibility that Harry may get his wand snapped in half. I'm worried about the hearing and everything, don't get my wrong about that. But, somehow, not having the knowledge of what's going on in the Order meeting has somewhat…calmed me.

Ugh. I know. It sounds terribly stupid, because usually I'm all jumpy if I don't know what a huge Order meeting is about. But this time it's just…different, I don't know. I'm actually enjoying full nights of sleep, thank you very much.

Lovely. Hermione's just found an excellent topic in one of her textbooks and she's making such a racket as she writes down every single sentence with her quill. I mean, I don't make that much noise when I write with a quill…do I?

Maybe I do. Hmmm. That's something to investigate. But now is not the time.

I got a letter from Michael just after lunch. He said the usual things, and he sounds disappointed that I probably won't be able to meet him in Diagon Alley. He wrote "I want to see you so badly", and that just makes me want to run downstairs and cry in front of Mum until she finally gives in a lets me go. Maybe the old "I'm your only little girl" line will work this time.

Hey, it's worked plenty of times before, so why shouldn't it work now?

I still cannot get over the fact that Michael signs his letters "Love,". I sign them that way too, but he started the trend. He's so thoughtful and sweet and…

I sound like Lavender Brown when she's talking about Seamus Finnegan. I don't think that's a good thing. Okay. I'll stop fawning over Michael now.

I was talking to Bill this morning during breakfast, and he says that there's not a chance we'll be able to go to Diagon Alley this year. He kept staring at me when I moodily stabbed at my toast with a knife. I think he knows that I really wanted to meet Michael there. I'm not worried. Besides, it's not like he's going to tell anyone that me and Michael are together, right?

I want to listen to the Dream Lullaby so badly, but I don't want to disturb Hermione. She's still scribbling away with her quill, making more noise than she was before. She makes little squeaks of triumph right before she puts down a paragraph on her parchment.

Harry is terribly lucky to have such a clever and friendly witch on his side, right when he needs it the most.

But the thing is, I'm not sure if he knows that he has so many people who care for him. His last few letters to Hermione have been short, edgy, and glum. Harry must think that she and Ron have turned their backs on him, since none of us can tell Harry what's going on here in 12 Grimmauld Place.

Hermione's been worried that their lack of information for him was the cause of the dementor attack. We overheard a conversation last night, and Professor Lupin said that Harry had walked away from his uncle's house in "frustration", according to Mrs. Figg's cat. Hermione thinks that if only Harry knew half of what was truly going on, then maybe he wouldn't have left in the first place.

That's a whole lot of rubbish, if you ask me. Harry's uncle, from what I've heard from Hermione, is always treating Harry like dung just because he's a wizard. Personally, I blame Harry's uncle for causing his nephew to run away like that.

Oh. Mum's calling us all downstairs for dinner. I'll write tomorrow.

Good night!

-Ginny


Oh, was this was one too short? Sorry! I've been at the pool with my friend Jennifer all day long, and I've only just gotten home.

Cheers to my fantastic reviewers. Is it just me, or do I seem to be getting less and less reviews for each chapter?

My motto: If you read it, review it!

So, anyway, has anyone checked out Kelly Clarkson's "Hear Me" yet? Here are some lyrics that fit Ginny's journal if you haven't listened to the song yet:

Cause there are these nights when

I sing myself to sleep

Hoping my dreams bring you close to me…

Are you listening?

That's all for now.

How do you think I did with this chapter? I've hit that little wall of writer's block again, so please be patient with me.

Expect a new Puddlemere chapter tomorrow!

Review, please and thank you!

-Rox