August 27, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place

I woke up this morning, fully expecting today to be filled with boredom and worries. You know, all of the usual things that I've been writing about for the past week or so. In fact, when I did wake up this morning, all I wanted to do was roll back over in bed and fall asleep again.

Thank Merlin I decided to get out of bed this morning. If I had stayed in bed like I was planning on doing, I wouldn't have noticed the tawny owl sitting patiently on my window sill with a fat letter clutched in its beak.

And that tawny owl just happened to belong to Michael.

I started shaking from head to toe when I approached the window and opened it. The owl flew in, dropped the letter directly onto my pillow, and soared out the window again. I watched it fly off into the distance before pouncing on my bed, tackling the letter, and ripping open the envelope with my fingernails.

I nearly cried out at the top of my lungs when I read Michael's first sentence. "Ginny, guess what, I'm coming back to Hogwarts!"

Hermione asked me who the letter was from, and I joyfully thrust it into her hands and instructed her to read the first sentence written on the parchment. She seemed genuinely happy for me for most of the morning, but after breakfast, she revealed to me that she was secretly worried about Harry.

Apparently, Harry has been spacing off frequently and he hasn't been really paying attention to conversations with Ron and Hermione. I listened to her pleas for a few minutes before coming to a conclusion: Harry is simply daydreaming about Hogwarts, since he was so worried about getting expelled earlier this summer.

Hermione asked me if I was positive about my answer, and, in turn, I asked her whether or not she would daydream about books if she thought she was about to be banned from the Hogwarts library. Her face paled after I asked her the question, and she accepted my answer and didn't mention Harry for the rest of the day.

Nothing really exciting happened during the morning, but once the afternoon came around, things started to get a little hectic. It seems that while everyone was downstairs in the kitchen peacefully eating lunch, Kreacher had been trying to break into mine and Hermione's bedroom! It seems that Hermione had been trying to give Kreacher a present, one of her new S.P.E.W. wool hats, and that had not settled well with that deluded house elf. He was trying to destroy the remainder of the hats hidden underneath her bed.

Sirius was absolutely furious with Kreacher, seeing as he had ordered the house elf to stay out of everyone's things. Kreacher is now banned from entering a bedroom that is not his own. And that got me thinking…Kreacher has a bedroom?

I mean, the house elf must sleep somewhere, but where exactly? Underneath Mrs. Black's portrait? In the cupboards? Or does Kreacher just wander around the place at all hours of the night without getting any rest at all? Hmmm…that's something to investigate during these last few days of the summer holidays. Perhaps I can get Hermione to help me.

Or maybe that would be a bad idea, because then she might try to hide some of her hats in Kreacher's bedroom for him to find. We definitely don't want Kreacher to be set free. Imagine a house elf like that, wandering the streets. Plus, he knows way too much about Sirius and the Order to be set free now.

Anyway, after lunch, Hermione and I went upstairs to make sure that everything was in its proper place after Kreacher's little "adventure". He didn't even manage to get into our room, so nothing was missing and everything was completely normal. I was a little nervous that he might have stolen this journal or something else, but everything was in its proper place, which was a great relief.

A few minutes after coming upstairs, we heard some noises coming from Buckbeak's bedroom. Sirius went in there to investigate, and it seems that Buckbeak was attempting to break out of his little bedroom. Sirius says that he's getting restless, since he's been cooped up inside the house for so long. So it seems that the hippogriff and I have something in common: we both want to get out of this bloody house as soon as humanly possible.

I stayed with Bucbeak for a few hours with Sirius to try and get him to calm down, but he still kept pecking at the little glass window in the corner of the room. Sirius fed him some dead rats and after a while, he fell asleep. I left after a few minutes of talking with Sirius, and I returned to my bedroom.

The summer is quickly coming to a close, and I'm just itching to get out of this house. I can't wait to get back to Hogwarts to start my fourth year. I'll get to see Michael, and all of my other friends that I've been deprived off all summer. I mean, it's not like I don't enjoy being in Hermione's company, because I really do, but I have other friends that I haven't seen since the end of term.

The school letters still haven't arrived yet. They usually come way before the end of summer holiday, right? So where are the letters? Hermione's desperate to find out who made Gryffindor prefects, so the sooner the letter comes, the sooner she'll now.

Oh. Dinner's being served. I'd better go.

Bye!

-Ginny


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