August 6, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
Harry arrived a few hours ago. I must say, I'm not as fazed as I thought I would be. I guess I should start at the beginning.
I woke up this morning with a giddy feeling in my stomach, which I assumed was because Harry would be coming. But that feeling quickly disappeared after breakfast. I was surprised, but I let it slip and wrote a letter to Michael.
By lunchtime, Hermione was getting a bit antsy, and she spent most of her time in Ron's room, talking to him about Harry most likely, so I just came back upstairs to our bedroom. I thought about writing here, but I figured I should wait until Harry got here.
A few hours after lunch, Mum informed us all that the guard had begun their flight to Surrey. Hermione was acting like a jumping bean, so she and Ron went back to his bedroom and I went back to mine.
I twiddled away the time by listening to the Dream Lullaby. Still, I didn't feel at all nervous that Harry was going to be in the house at any second. I looked over some of my holiday homework, and basically I was bored stiff.
At around eight at night, I heard an explosion of sound coming from Ron's bedroom. At first, I thought he and Hermione were having another row. But the person shouting didn't sound like anyone I'd heard from in a while. I heard screams of "dementors" and "me" and "big deal".
Then it hit me. Harry was the one shouting at Ron and Hermione. Harry was here.
I must admit, I got a little nervous when I started to think about it. I abandoned everything and was about to say hello to him when I realized that an Order meeting was going on downstairs, and strangely, I wanted to listen in.
I had been talking to Tonks during lunch, and she taught me how to tell if a door's been charmed. I started chucking a few of Fred and George's abandoned Dungbombs at the door from the top of the stairs and they soared away from it, meaning that it had been charmed.
Harry had stopped shouting and I figured it safe to say hello to him. I entered the bedroom and told Harry that I had heard his voice from my bedroom. He didn't take too much notice of me after that, but I wasn't upset or disappointed or anything.
Hermione explained everything to Harry, from the row with Percy to the Daily Prophet spreading lies about him and Dumbledore. Mum came in after that and made me wash my hands before dinner. They were dirty from the Dungbombs.
Dinner went over well. Everyone was dying to see Harry. Hermione and I challenged Tonks to change into different appearances between mouthfuls of Mum's famous, delicious food. Mundungus was smoking his pipe again. Mum wasn't too happy about that.
But after dinner, it all went down hill.
Sirius mentioned something about Harry not asking questions about You-Know-Who, and Sirius and Mum got into a huge argument about who had the right to tell Harry about everything and who didn't. Professor Lupin ended it by saying that Harry had every right to know what was really going on.
Mum wanted to send all of us up to bed, but in the end, she let Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George stay and listen to the Order members talk.
But she didn't let me!
Mum walked me upstairs to bed, and I started screaming at her, which I normally don't do. I told her that I was old enough to know, and that I wasn't a little girl anymore, something that I've been trying to prove to everyone all summer long. But she still wouldn't listen.
I waited up furiously for Hermione for at least a half an hour, thinking that she would tell me everything that happened in the kitchen. Out in the hallway, I heard Mum say that I was probably asleep. I could barely suppress a laugh as Hermione walked into the room and closed the door behind her.
She told me everything. And I don't think I'll be able to get to sleep tonight.
The Order has been guarding some sort of weapon that You-Know-Who didn't have last time around. He can only get it by stealth, and it's supposedly very dangerous.
The Order is having a very hard time convincing people that You-Know-Who is really back, but that wasn't such a shocker.
That's all that Hermione heard, because Mum interrupted Sirius and sent everyone up to bed. Hermione and I spent a few minutes talking, but then we heard Mum outside the door so pretended to be asleep.
Except Hermione really did fall asleep, so here I am, writing in this journal, afraid to sleep myself.
I keep wondering what the weapon is. Is it something worse than Avada Kedavra or the Crutacius Curse? Is it something that can wipe of the population of a single town in seconds? Is it…
My eyelids are drooping. Maybe this a sign that I'm ready to go to sleep. Nope, my eyes are back open again. Damn.
My last thought of the night: I really hope the Order protects that "weapon"
-Ginny
I'm tired. I'm depressed. I feel like I'm going to throw up any minute now. I think I might have to go to the hospital orsomething, because I'm burning up.This is probably one of the worst entries I've written so far. So I apologize deeply for that.
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-Rox
