August 14, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
Today was rather interesting. It didn't involve a whole lot of cleaning, but it did, however, involve an old grandfather clock that spat bolts out at passing people.
It was me who discovered the grandfather clock. I was passing an open door on the third floor on my way to ask Bill if he had any extra parchment this morning when a cold, steel bolt shot out at me from seemingly nowhere. At first, I thought it was one of Fred and George's pranks, so I walked into the room and barely had enough time to duck before another bolt whizzed over my head.
I ran to get Mum, and soon, we had an army ready to attack the grandfather clock. Fred and George were deflecting the bolts with books, using their Beating skills from Quidditch. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I were holding the clock against the wall while Professor Lupin and Mum shot spell after spell into the clock. A bolt hit Professor Lupin square in the forehead, and I think he still has the mark from where it hit him.
It took nearly an hour to get the clock under control, and by that time, Sirius had joined the fight. After the clock had stopped spitting bolts out, he demanded that it be taken apart and thrown into a rubbish bag. He told us later that the clock had been spitting bolts since he was a young boy, and it was just one less thing in the way of "purifying" the house of all things Black.
There isn't much left to clean in the house. We tackled most of the rooms before Harry even arrived. He's lucky; he didn't have to deal with Kreacher always trying to rip things from your grasp all the time.
Not to mention that Harry didn't have a ghoul pop out of the toilet while he was taking a shower, but that's an entirely different story.
After the entire grandfather clock incident, I came upstairs to my room, only to find Hermione sitting on her bed. I thought she was going to be spending the day with Harry and Ron, as she had told me last night, but there she was, waiting, without a book in her hand or anything like that.
I don't know how it happened, but before I knew it, we were both sitting on my bed, deep in a discussion about everything that's been happening this summer: The Order, You-Know-Who, Percy, Michael…you name it, we talked about it.
It felt so…wonderful to talk to Hermione in such detail like we did. We haven't exactly been very close this summer, with everything that's been going on, but during those two hours that we just talked and talked, it seemed like everything faded away.
We were giggling by the time the subject of Michael came up. Hermione teased me gently about me having a boyfriend before she did, but I just brushed it off. I tried to fight the urge to tell her that she'll have Ron someday, but I just couldn't do it.
I told her.
"You'll have Ron sooner or later, Hermione. You mark my words." I told her. She blushed and told me that Ron doesn't like her as anything more than a friend. But when she tried to change the subject, I kept pressing on and on about Ron.
"He's jealous over Viktor Krum, can't you see?"
Hermione just rolled her eyes at me and continued the topic of Michael. I showed her the birthday card that he sent me, and she's started calling me "Gin", just like he did. She absolutely detests the nickname "Mione" so as long as she keeps calling me Gin…Mione it is.
Lunch in the kitchen was quick, because there's a small Order meeting going on. I shared my opinions of life at headquarters being boring with Hermione, and she totally agrees with me. You'd think that life around here would be more exciting, but no…it's "boring as hell", in the words of Ron.
Oh dear. I just heard a bang come from Fred and George's room. I think they're working on new products. I heard them whispering about "Canary Creams" during lunch. I'm not so sure if I want to know what these Canary Creams are, and I have a horrible feeling that one of us is going to end up being the first tester of Fred and George's new product.
God, I hope Mum calls us down to dinner soon. I'm starving. I have a feeling that Ron must be thinking the same thing as I am. He's always hungry, and yet he doesn't gain a pound. He must gain weight by growing another five inches for every pound. He's almost as tall as Bill now, did I mention that already?
Michael has yet to reply to my last letter. I asked him to send me a few recent pictures of him, but I haven't received a reply yet. Maybe he's trying to take the perfect pictures to send to me, and that's why it's taking so long.
Hermione told me that I sound a little desperate for Michael, and I guess she's partially right. But I haven't seen him all summer long, so I think I have the right to miss him a lot.
Yes! It's dinner time!
Good night,
-Ginny
Slightly longer chapter than last time. I hope everyone enjoyed it.
Cheers to my reviewers: Kittyatza, Kat, and Harry's Kat. You guys are great! Keep on reviewing!
I have received a rather nasty review from Desiree K Troy on one of my favorite stories, "I Love The Way". Just wanted to hi, Desiree, and thanks for the lovely little flame. Ha. As if.
Okay, on to happier news…
I AM COMPLETELY CURED!
My fever broke early this morning, and I was so happy that I nearly knocked my mom flat in a hug. I've been jumping up and down all day long, and my mom reckons I'll get sick again, but I don't really care. I AM SO HAPPY!
My mom went out and bought the Troy DVD, which I've been DYING to see for over a year. I have yet to see the entire movie, though, because my friend Jennifer called halfway through it and I had to put it on pause.
Orlando Bloom, Brad Pitt, and Eric Bana are so amazing in this movie! If you like Harry Potter, I think you'll like Troy.
Anyway, please tell me how I did with this chapter.
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-Rox
