August 30, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
Today has been rather interesting. Actually, interesting doesn't even begin to some up how my day went, but that's the only word I can think of at the moment. I guess I should start from the beginning, because you're probably very confused right now, am I correct?
The day started out innocently enough. I awoke early, mostly because I had so much energy built up in my body for some reason or another. I headed down to the kitchen and I overheard a hushed conversation between Mum, Dad, and Tonks about Broderick Bode, but I didn't obtain any new information.
Breakfast was shortened because Mrs. Figg stopped by for a little report of Harry's relatives, the Dursleys. Mum sent us all upstairs, and I spent most of the morning in my bedroom, talking with Hermione about prefects, Kreacher, and Michael (who didn't write me a letter today, just let you all know). I listened to the Peaceful Valley song for a while, because I was trying to have a peaceful day, but as you will soon find out, my day was anything but peaceful.
Mum called us all down for lunch a bit late, probably because Mrs. Figg's meeting went overtime or something. Hermione and I were about halfway down the staircase when I heard Fred and George arguing about something in their bedroom. I decided to investigate, though I didn't tell Hermione any of this. I told her that I would be downstairs in a few minutes. She looked suspicious, but she left, and I waited until she was safely in the kitchen before turning around and heading for Fred and George's bedroom.
I hovered outside the door for a few moments so that I could get an idea of what the twins were talking about. George was saying something about them being swamped with orders and Fred was saying something about wanting to expand the advertisements a bit more. I leaned against the door to try and get a view into the room, but I guess I leaned a bit too hard, because the door swung open seconds later to reveal Fred and George staring at me in bewilderment.
I didn't know what to do! For a few seconds, I wondered if I could just run downstairs and pretend that this entire situation never happened. But I squared my shoulders, marched into the room, plopped myself down on a bed, and demanded to be told everything about Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes.
Of course, the twins pretended that they had no idea what I was talking about. I sent them a few "I'll tell Mum if you don't" looks, so I guess they had no choice but to tell me. Fred sat down on one side and George sat down on the other. The first question I asked was, "Who's giving you the money?" We were silent for a few minutes before Fred took a deep breath and told me exactly who was giving them the gold to start their joke shop. And guess who it is? Just guess.
Harry.
Yes, you heard it here first! Harry gave his Triwizard Tournament winnings to Fred and George right before we all left for the Burrow after term ended this year. I nearly died of shock. Does Harry know how much trouble he'll get into if Mum ever finds out that he was the one who allowed Fred and George to pursue their joke shop business dreams? I couldn't speak. I just stared at the twins, wondering what I should ask next.
George made me swear that I wouldn't tell a single soul about Harry and the gold, and I had no choice but to promise him that I would keep my mouth shut. But I swear, I can never look at Harry the same way again. I mean, I always knew that Harry had a load of gold left over from his parents, but I never assumed that he would just give away a thousand Galleons to the twins, just like that.
I told the twins that I saw the advertisement in the Daily Prophet, and they didn't seem too surprised about that. Fred mentioned about how he always thought I was a clever one, and that he could trust me with almost anything. George was about to tell me something when there was a knock on the door.
It was Mum, wondering when we were going to go down to lunch. We all filed down the stairs silently, and I didn't meet anyone's eyes as I took a seat at the kitchen table. But I did sneak a little peek at Harry, and I don't think he has any idea that anyone knows he gave his gold to Fred and George. Of course, I'm not going to tell him that the twins told me. What kind of sister would I be, betraying Fred and George's trust like that?
The rest of the day went by in a whirlwind. I just couldn't stop thinking about Fred, George, Harry, and the thousand Galleons that are now being used in a joke shop. Honestly, I don't have anything against Harry because of what he did, but I've been wondering. Will Mum be upset if she finds out Harry's been finically backing the twins all along? She considers him one of her own sons, but still…she never wanted Fred and George to start a joke shop. In fact, she's against the entire idea.
Tonks wasn't at dinner, again. I think she's still working overtime at the Ministry. I hope that I get to see her before term starts. I just want to talk to her one last time before I go back to school. Maybe she has some advice for me. She always seems to have something clever or amusing to say.
It's very late now, but I don't think I'll be able to get any sleep. Let's just hope that Mum never finds out about Harry giving away his prize money to Fred and George. I think she'll blow her top, regardless of how much she likes Harry as a son.
Good night!
-Ginny
Yes, ladies and gentleman…GINNY KNOWS ABOUT HARRY AND THE GOLD!
I wish I could say more here, but I really can't. I'm tired! I'm going to fall asleep right here.
Cheers to all my reviewers. I don't have enough time to thank all of you! Lots of love!
Please, tell me how I did. Was it too short? Was it okay? Tell me!
-Rox
