July 6, 1996, 6:55 AM

Okay, I stopped writing all of a sudden yesterday and started up again in the middle of the night. Sorry about that.

So, while we were listening and I was scrawling down what I was hearing, there was a huge BANG from the kitchen, like someone Apparating, and then a very loud crash of china on the floor.

I'll not mention here what he said to Dad that made Daddy bang his fist on the table, but a minute later, Percy stomped up the stairs, cursing and screaming: "Fine! If that's what you want, that's just fine! I'm out of this dirt hole! Enjoy the rest of your life living in filth and obsessing over your worthless Muggle crap!"

Dude.

He crashed past Fred and George's room, and slammed the door in his. Through the wall, we could hear him opening and shutting drawers and dragging things about. Then his footsteps pounded down the hall again, and our door flew open.

Percy stormed into the room and stopped in front of me, with a suitcase in each hand, and breathing very, very hard. I thought for a minute he was going to hit me or something. Like, really.

"Ginny." He said harshly, "Get your things. We're getting out of here."

That was when I stopped writing and stared up at him. I'm sure my mouth probably opened too. Ron, Fred, and George did not move.

"We?" I asked, carefully.

"Hurry up, just pack something. I'm not staying here any longer than necessary." He replied coldly, dragging me off the chair onto my feet.

I yanked my arm back. "Dude, I'm not going anywhere with you." I said.

"Don't be ridiculous, are you saying you want to stay here and continue wearing old robes and going to school with books that are falling apart?" Percy hissed.

"And you can buy her whatever she wants, is that what you're saying, you son of a bitch?" Ron snapped.

"This is none of your business, Ronald. I don't want my sister to grow up in filth and a traitor to the Ministry. Now come." He tugged cruelly at my arm again.

Okay, dissing Dumbledore was enough, but calling our home filth and me a traitor?

DUDE.

"Percy, she ain't going nowhere with you. Now fuck out of this house or we'll blast you out ourselves!" George yelled, looking as though he was going to stick his wand up Percy's rear end.

Percy threw the twins a look dirtier than the one I'd given Ron before, glared at me once more, and then trampled out the door. We heard his suitcases drag on the stairs, and the slamming of our door. Mum's sobs became even louder. I stood and shut the door, not wanting to hear her cry.

"God… he's such a git…" I muttered. Seriously, I cannot believe that Percy tried to coax me to the Dark Side! Hello. Does he not know who I'm in love with?

Okay, I really have to get over that crush…

2:10 PM

I must say, Dad is holding up extremely well. He's not even crying or anything. Mum, on the other hand, seems determined to cry up a flood and drown us all in misery.

5:19 PM

Hmm… the two of them are discussing secret again, with Mum crying every other word. Wonder what it is. Probably ways on how to sneak poison into Percy's food without us (or him) knowing.

Yay!

6:37 PM

I am so bored it's not even funny.