August 17, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
Yet another boring day in the life of Ginny Weasley, currently residing in the boring house of Black, located at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
I basically sat up in my bedroom all day, reading old books and listening to the Peaceful Valley song, so I had plenty of time to just think about a lot of things that have been pushed to the back of my mind. Things like the war against You-Know-Who.
It just hit me this morning out of no where, even though I've been aware of it for quite some time. There's a war going on out there. And you want to know the scary part?
More than half the world refuses to believe it.
I've been thinking about this problem for just about the entire day, and I've finally come to a conclusion. You-Know-Who probably planned this all along. He knew that the Ministry workers are fools and that they would never believe Dumbledore or Harry.
You-Know-Who is using the Ministry's ignorance to his advantage. He's probably gaining as much power as he possibly can while no one's watching. And who knows…maybe no one will ever even realize that he's truly out there, and that he's a threat to everyone.
I can't even imagine what will happen when the Ministry does decide to open their eyes and see that You-Know-Who is staring them right in the face. There will be mass hysteria and pandemonium, and You-Know-Who might see that as the perfect time to strike.
Oh my god. I'd better stop. I'm scaring myself horribly.
Anyway, I talked to Hermione for a few minutes about the war and things like that. She seems to be thinking the same things as I am, and she agrees that You-Know-Who is using this "quiet time" to gain even more power.
After that, she went to go visit with Ron and Harry, and she asked me if I wanted to come along. I decided not to, even though I was completely bored out of my mind. The idea wasn't exactly the thing that would "spice up" my day, so I passed on the offer and remained in the bedroom.
A few minutes later, I heard Ron screaming with triumph. He probably won another chess game. That selfish prat. I mean, it's bad enough that he wins every bloody game, but he doesn't have to brag about it all the time.
Hmmm. That was a distraction from my troubling thoughts. But I just can't seem to get them out my head. This entire day was filled with nothing but horrible thoughts of You-Know-Who…the war…everything…
Okay. I'm going to attempt to throw these thoughts from my mind. Here we go.
I might go and talk to Fred and George later on about Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, and where exactly they're getting their money from. I mean, I tested out a few of their products, so I think that I deserve to know who's backing them up financially.
I know that they didn't make all of the money themselves. Money doesn't just appear out of thin air. I'm becoming very curious about this entire ordeal…where exactly did the money come from? Did they steal it? Or did someone just hand the twins a sack of gold saying, "Here, take it, and make a fortune on your joke shop with it."
It's all too confusing, but things like this are just about the only exciting part of life at 12 Grimmauld Place. There isn't anything to do, except talking to Buckbeak or just doing your own thing in your room. And I can't even talk to Buckbeak anymore, because Sirius has taken to locking himself upstairs and not coming down for hours at a time.
Hermione says that Sirius is getting restless, and that it's the same thing that happened with Harry: it could be dangerous and end with horrible consequences.
I defended Sirius to Hermione. I asked her how she would like it if Dumbledore told her that he had to stay in a house for the rest of her life, and that the house would be the very same building that she hated?
Hermione went silent after that, and she started whispering to me about how Sirius is still upset that Harry won't be spending more time with him at 12 Grimmauld Place. I tuned her out after she said that. I just didn't want to listen to her rag on and on about Sirius and her "theories" about his actions and such.
So there you have it…the highlights of my boring, boring, and boring day.
God, I hope that things get a little bit more exciting around here. I don't think I can stand another bloody minute of it.
Oh. I'd better go. Mum's calling us down for dinner. Here's to hoping that Tonks is down there, waiting.
-Ginny
Oh my…I'm sorry for this short chapter. But I've been feeling icky today, and I don't want to risk getting sick again…so please, bear with me.
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