August 5, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
It's very late. So late, in fact, that I shouldn't even be up. But Hermione and I are still awake, writing my candlelight (she's still researching information for Harry's hearing at the Ministry).
Everyone in the house is asleep, and Mum has long since stopped checking on each of our bedrooms, so we're perfectly safe staying up late. After so many nights of trying to get some rest, it feels very odd depriving myself of it, but at the same time, I don't feel the last bit tired.
In fact, I feel so energized right now that I could probably run around the house, just to blow off some steam.
Anyway, Mum informed us all at breakfast that Harry will be arriving tomorrow evening. Dumbledore has organized a guard that will fly to Surrey and safely deliver Harry to 12 Grimmauld Place.
The guard includes Professor Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Emmeline Vance, and several others that I've never even heard of before. According to Mum, Dumbledore had to narrow down his choices because of the many members who volunteered to be part of the guard. Harry is actually popular amongst the Order members.
Ron and Hermione both grinned at the news of Harry's impending arrival, and Sirius seemed to be happier than he's been for days.
As for me?
I'm not entirely sure about how I feel about Harry coming. I mean, I suppose I'm a little bit excited, seeing as he still thinks I like him (which I don't, in case you didn't know). But I think that this is my big chance to show Harry that I'm totally over him.
That means no more blushing when he's around, speaking in coherent sentences towards him, and none of this "dropping everything" when Harry walks into the room.
That shouldn't be too hard.
Right?
Anyway, Hermione's been overloading me with information about Harry's hearing all day. She has about four or five feet of parchment written about why Harry will not be expelled or have his wand snapped in half.
Apparently, there's a part of the Decree Against Underage Sorcery (or whatever Hermione called it. I wasn't really paying attention) that says that magic used in life-threatening situations will not be punished.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I really do think that being attacked by dementors is a life-threatening situation in which using magic is necessary. I hope that the Ministry sees it that way as well.
I won't dare listen to the Dream Lullaby tonight. Mum will probably hear it and then she'll scold me and Hermione for staying up so late. I don't even know what time it is, but it's so peaceful, sitting here, writing by candlelight. The quiet is only occasionally interrupted by Hermione's quill scratching furiously against a sheet of parchment. I think she must be nearing six feet of information by now.
I sent off another letter to Michael, and I have yet to receive a reply from him. I don't think I've ever been this impatient while waiting for letters from other people. But this time is different. This time, I'm waiting for a letter from my boyfriend, whom I can't seem to stop thinking about.
Strange. I feel like back when I used to like Harry, constantly thinking about him, writing his name all over the place. Except this time, it's with Michael. Oh god. It's like déjà vu or something.
Oh, dear. I'm starting to yawn. My eyelids are feeling rather heavy. But I really want to stay awake. I want to keep writing. I want to keep telling this journal every last one of my thoughts of the day.
But that is just going to have to wait for tomorrow.
You want to know what just hit me?
Harry's coming tomorrow night.
Good night!
-Ginny
Oh, dear. I am terribly sorry for the short chapter. I'm very tired at the moment, just like Ginny is, and if I don't stop typing soon, I'll slump over the keyboard, and that won't exactly go over well with my parents, seeing as this is their computer that I'm using for this update.
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