August 28, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
Ugh. Boredom has once again taken over my life at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, London, England. There was no news about Broderick Bode, Kreacher didn't have any of his little outbursts, and Tonks couldn't stop by for dinner because she had to work overtime at the Auror headquarters.
So you're probably wondering how I wasted the day away if there wasn't anything super-exciting to do. Well, aside from the fact that I spent most of the day upstairs in my bedroom talking with Hermione, I've had a lot of time to think, so I took advantage of it all and took the time to do just that: think.
Think about what, you're probably asking right now. Really all I've been thinking of is every last thing that has happened so far during my stay here, in the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Yes, I know. It's an awfully open subject and there certainly were plenty of things that fall into that category, but I was bored.
I've come to a conclusion, and I don't know why I haven't thought of this before, seeing as it was practically bouncing up and down in front of my face. This has probably been one of the most eventful summer holiday of my entire life, and I've spent ninety percent of it in this old house (I spent ten percent of my summer at the Burrow, remember? I only got to stay a few days in my own house). I even have obvious evidence to prove it.
Let's just recap all of the "exciting" things that happened to be. First, Percy calls Dad a traitor to the Ministry, packs his bags, and leaves for London. Then, I find out that Sirius Black is innocent, end up living in the same house with him, and am told about the Order of the Phoenix. After that, I am insulted repeatedly by a deranged lunatic house elf. Finally, Harry is attacked by dementors, narrowly escapes being expelled from Hogwarts, and stays with us once again.
And there are countless other things that happened in between those events, such as being scared that Michael wouldn't be coming back to Hogwarts and finally overcoming my nightmares about Riddle. I guess I never really took the time to realize that no matter how many times I was bored, this summer was packed with things that would have never happened to me, had I stayed at the Burrow (except for the whole Percy thing, because that was just bound to happen in due time).
Don't get me wrong here. I prefer the Burrow over this house any day, but I didn't really have a choice, now did I? It's not like Mum walked up to me after term ended and asked, "Do you mind if we all move to a dirty, infested house with a screaming portrait and a mad house elf?" Because if she had asked me that question, I would have certainly told her no.
And get this: if I had never come to stay here in London, I probably wouldn't have ever met Tonks. Ever. Then I wouldn't haven't known what a Metamorphagus was, and I wouldn't have anything to laugh at during dinner (unless Fred or George were putting beetles in someone's soup or something like that). So yes, I suppose that coming to stay in this house wasn't a mistake, as I was thinking it was back at the beginning of the summer holidays.
Basically I spent my entire day either talking to Hermione, playing a game of chess with Ron (and losing), watching Harry lose to Ron at a game of chess, or thinking. Even meals were boring today: Fred and George didn't have to save the Daily Prophet from Mum at breakfast, Kreacher didn't try to break into anyone's bedroom during lunch, and practically no one from the Order was attending dinner.
Just about the only exciting thing that happened to be today was getting an extra-long letter from Michael. In it, he told me how scared he was about not being able to come back to Hogwarts this term. "I was so afraid that I wouldn't be able to see you again." That got me thinking about a few things….
Am I the only reason that Michael goes to school? That's the way he put it in this last latter. I mean, he has friends in Ravenclaw, and he doesn't get to see me every hour of every school day, so he must go to school for his friends and his education, right? I guess that because I'm his girlfriend, he feels obligated to say those kinds of things to me. Don't get me wrong or anything. I think it's sweet. But I don't want Michael failing himself out of Hogwarts because he thinks of me while he's supposed to be doing his homework or studying for an exam.
Michael continued to write that his mother has started hiding the Daily Prophet from his father, because the rumors and the lies about Dumbledore are only getting larger and larger as the days go on. Apparently, Mrs. Corner is afraid that her husband will change his mind and keep Michael home from Hogwarts this year after all. I wrote back quickly, reminding him to encourage his mother to hide the newspaper.
I know it's wrong, but I really want to see Michael again. We barely spent any time together, seeing as we only started going out towards the end of term. But I do believe that Mrs. Corner will be successful in keeping the newspaper hidden from Mr. Corner.
These last few days of the summer holiday seem to last forever. I thought that today most have surely been a whole lot longer than twenty-four hours! It seemed like fifty! I guess that time flies slowly when you're desperately losing a game of chess against your older brother. I'm surprised that Harry hasn't beaten Ron yet; he's actually a decent chess player, but I guess that Ron's just a little bit better.
That's all for today. God, I hope that the rest of the holiday isn't as boring as today was.
Good night, dear journal.
-Ginny
I'm updating early today, aren't I? It's just about8:30 in themorning where I live, so it's early for me, I suppose.
First off, I would like to thank my fantastic reviewers. You guys are just great. Here you go:
Jazipan: Thanks! It is hard, but I'm trying my best.
Monketprobs: Yes, Ginny gets her boyfriend back! Hooray, LOL
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Oh, my! This story is coming to a close! I will only be writing entries up to September 1st, then after that, the story will be…over. I swear, I'm going to cry as soon as I update the last chapter of this story.
Anyway, I have some announcements.
Puddlemere Night Stand has been abandoned.
I know, I promised that I wouldn't let it just sit there, but I've lost all inspiration for the story, and it just seems like I can't write anymore with the plotline. So I'm terribly sorry for everyone who enjoyed that story. It's the writer's block, I swear.
But, anyway, I recently struck plotline gold last night. I thought of this amazing story, even though it's probably been done time after time. It's going to be called "Black Ice" and it will feature Draco's daughter, Thalia, and Harry's son, Anthony.
I will be posting the first chapter of "Black Ice" on September 1st.
Anyway, back to "Hear My Voice".
Please, please, please review. I don't think I'll be making my 600-review goal, but you can help me reach 500 reviews by the last chapter, okay?
Please review. I can't tell you how much it means to me.
Love,
Rox
