August 7, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
My mother is insane.
I know, it sounds awfully rude of me to say that about Mum, but it's the truth. She had us all cleaning.
Again.
I suppose it's because Harry is here. Maybe Mum doesn't want him to think that all we basically did was sit on our bums the entire summer. My fingers hurt from using the doxy spray bottle so many times and my arms are sore from taking so many things out of cabinets.
Mum decided for us to tackle the drawing room today. The walls are covered in dirty tapestries that refuse to come down. The green drapes in the corner were alive with doxies, so Mum had us all spraying the life out of the poor curtains. We had to wear cloths over our mouths so we wouldn't inhale the fumes of the spray.
Just before lunch, the nasty house elf Kreacher came wandering into the room. He insulted Fred, George, and Hermione before setting his eyes on Harry. Kreacher muttered like a crazy fool about Harry's scar and You-Know-Who, but then Sirius walked in and chased him out of the room.
Sirius showed us the family tree tapestry hanging up in the corner of the room. It's dusty and some of the names have been blasted off. Mum came back upstairs after that and served us lunch, but Sirius and Harry remained at the tapestry.
After lunch, we started removing things from the cabinets in the drawing room. There was a music box much like my own, except the melody it played made everyone feel strangely calm and very tired.
While the music box was playing, I had a horrible flashback of the Chamber of Secrets. I was writing words on the castle walls in chicken blood, and Riddle was laughing somewhere unseen. I snapped out of my scary trance just in time to slam the lid of the music box shut.
Kreacher and Sirius had some sort of wrestling match over a gold ring with the Black family crest on it. Kreacher burst into tears and ran from the room, cursing us all as he did so. Sirius just shrugged and tossed the ring in the rubbish sack. Hermione looked as though she was going to lunge at Sirius with a knife.
She's still going on about S.P.E.W., mind you, and if all house elves are like Kreacher, that aren't worth the trouble.
Dinner came sooner than I had expected. The meal was very quiet. Harry ate so quickly that I thought he was going to choke. He ran upstairs to his bedroom, and not one of us said a thing, though I saw Ron and Hermione exchange worried glances when I got up to put my dishes in the sink.
Harry has been acting so strange since last night. You'd think that being with your best friends would cheer him up a bit. I suppose it's the Order information that's troubling him. It kept me up nearly half the night, so Harry must have gotten no sleep whatsoever.
Oddly, I have the strongest urge to stage a conversation with Harry about Michael. I have no idea why, though. Do I want to make Harry jealous by making it clear to him that he could have had me while he had his chance? Or do I just want to prove to myself that I really am over Harry?
It's so confusing. I couldn't stop thinking about that little predicament all through my letter to Michael.
Speaking of Michael, I'm wearing my ruby necklace right now. Thank the Lord that I didn't wear it while we were doing spraying the curtains for doxies. I'm wearing the necklace over my nightgown, but I'm still not daring to wear it around the house this summer. I want to actually see my boyfriend come September 1st, thank you very much.
Hermione asked me earlier on today if she should show her information on the hearing to Harry. Personally, I don't think she should show it to him at all, because he hasn't even brought up the hearing yet, so maybe he just doesn't want to think about it. But then again, I suppose Harry would want some hope that he'll be cleared of all charges at the Ministry.
Oh, I don't know anymore!
I just want this summer to end. I want to go back to Hogwarts. I want to see Michael and all of my other friends. I want to fly on a broomstick.
I want to be anywhere but here.
That's a good note to end on.
'Night.
-Ginny
Oh my god. The last twenty-four hours have been living hell for me.
First of all, at around ten last night, I spiked a 105 fever and I threw up like seven times in a row. My parents drove me to the emergency room and the doctors hooked me up to all sorts of machines.
Turns out that I was like :this: close to passing out from exhaustion. I've been working myself too hard, but don't worry, it's not because of my writing. In fact, the doctor actually encouraged me to write, so expect more from me soon.
I've been doing some exercise and dieting the past few days, just to get in shape for school. It was literally eating me up from inside. The doctors said that I could have been seriously hurt.
That means that I can load up on as much ice cream, pizza, and junk food as I want.
Anyway, thanks for all the reviews. I'm almost up to 400! I love everyone who reads this story, even if you don't review!
Please, tell me how I did. I know it was short, but I have to take my medicine soon and it's…disgusting.
-Rox
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