August 31, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place

My, my. Today has been one of my busiest days yet! Well, of course it was busy, seeing as today is the last day of the summer holidays. But I never expected it to be so full of activity. I'll start from the beginning. Yes, that's a great place to start.

Hermione anxiously pacing the room awakened me this morning. I asked her what was wrong without even opening my eyes, because for some reason, I figured that she was worried about the Hogwarts letters, and sure enough, that's exactly what she was worried about. She was wringing her hands and talking to herself, and I admit that I got a bit concerned.

Breakfast was silent. And when I say silent, I mean silent. It seemed that the only sound was that of clinking glasses and plates as Mum fed us her delicious food. I caught Fred and George shooting me a few looks, but I sent them my own look that should have said, yeah, you can trust me, don't worry about a thing. Hermione went pale when Mum sent us all upstairs until lunch.

A few minutes after Hermione and I settled down in our bedroom, someone knocked on our door. I stood up to answer it, and it was Ron. He was holding our Hogwarts letters! Hermione ripped her own letter out of my hand, and she was reading her letter before I even got the chance to open my envelope. I turned around for a moment, but when I heard a loud squeal, I knew exactly what had happened.

I turned back around to see Hermione holding up a scarlet and gold Gryffindor prefect badge. She was flushed with happiness. I'm so excited for her. This is exactly what she's been wanting since her first year, she told me, and now it's "a dream come true!" She bustled out of the room to go see about Harry and Ron, leaving me in the bedroom alone.

I only need two new books for the school year. One's a spell book, and the other is a Defense Against the Dark Arts book, meaning that Dumbledore found a replacement for Moody. I bet it's someone from the Ministry, but I have no idea who would want to take the jinxed DADA teaching post.

Anyway, ten minutes after Hermione left, she returned, holding Hedwig in her hands. She looked slightly harassed, and I asked her what had happened. I froze in shock when she explained.

Ron is the other Gryffindor prefect.

Yes, you heard me correctly. My brother, Ronald Weasley, has been named Gryffindor prefect opposite Hermione. I was sure that Dumbledore would pick Harry, but no. He chose Ron instead. What is this world coming to?

I don't mean to sound rude or anything. I love my brother, even though he annoys me sometimes, but he hasn't done anything spectacular, like Harry has, and he certainly isn't as clever and smart as Hermione is. Why chose Ron as a prefect? There's got to be a logical reason behind all of this.

Hermione told me that she thought Dumbledore was bound to pick Harry as prefect, not Ron. She relayed to me the embarrassing story about how she had thought Harry really had become prefect, because he was holding Ron's badge. She reckons that Ron's a bit cross with her now, because of that, but I told Hermione not to worry about it. She left me alone after that because she was writing to her parents to tell her the great news.

Mum went to Diagon Alley (I asked her if I could come along, but she said no) to get all of our books, and guess what? She's buying Ron a broomstick as a reward for becoming prefect! That lucky prat. I suppose he won't be getting an expensive broomstick or anything like that, but I'm still a bit jealous. I've always wanted my own broomstick, even though my brothers never really let me play Quidditch with them.

Don't tell anyone, but…back at the Burrow, I always sneak into the broomstick shed and take out everyone's broomstick in turn. I've been doing it since I've been six years old, and no one except for Hermione knows about it. I can trust her to not tell my brothers about stealing their broomsticks from time to time. I think.

Anyway, lunch was rather boring, seeing as we were left to fend for ourselves while Mum went out shopping. Fred and George were sending Ron disgusted looks as she turned his prefect badge over and over in his hand. They think that being a prefect is a waste of time, so I can see why they're not too fond of Ron becoming one. After all, he's the fourth prefect in the family. I don't suppose they're jealous, but…there's always a possibility.

Mum planned a little party for Ron and Hermione during dinner. It seemed that all the Order members were there, including Tonks. I made a streamline towards her and I made sure that I said next to her during the meal.

Ron was walking around most of the time, showing off his new broomstick to anyone who would listen. Sirius, Tonks, Hermione, and I were all talking about past prefects. It turns out that Professor Lupin was a prefect back in his days at Hogwarts! I couldn't help but notice that Harry seemed a bit glum throughout the entire party. I guess that he's disappointed about not becoming a prefect. I saw Moody pull him aside for a moment, and then after that, he went to talk with Fred and George. They were whispering about something, and I'm assuming that it had something to do with the joke shop gold.

Mum disappeared after the party to go take care of the boggart upstairs (Moody looked up there himself with his magical eye to make sure it was a boggart in the writing desk in the drawing room). I heard her crying upstairs afterwards, so I'm assuming she had a bit of a fright or something. I haven't seen her since.

I'm full to the brim of food and laughter, and seeing as tomorrow is the first day of term, I really should be getting to bed.

Good night!

-Ginny


Oh my god. The next chapter will be the last entry! It's so sad…so sad…

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