Diary of a Red Head
31st of August
Room – thing – you know
8:41 AM
Stomach hurts.
8:42 AM
Hurts.
8:43 AM
Am dying of stomach pain.
Is quite unnatural.
8:44 AM
Am I supposed to die of stomach pain?
8:45 AM
Of course not.
8:46 AM
THEN WHY AM I DYING OF STOMACH PAIN?
8:47 AM
I'll never be able to get to school.
8:48 AM
I'll die of stomach pain, and then Harry can't save me unless he donates his stomach to me, or something, which he can't, because then he'd be stomach-less, and he'd die of stomach-less pain and –
8:49 AM
Am rambling.
Am blaming it on my premature dying.
8:50 AM
I AM STILL DYING OF STOMACH PAIN.
8:51 AM
Bloody hell.
9:05 PM
Great.
Smashing.
Brilliant.
Corking.
9:06 AM
You're bloody hard, you know that?
9:07 AM
Can't you at least soften yourself a bit when I try to kick you?
9:08 AM
Oh, no, of course not, Mr. High and Mighty Diary!
9:10 AM
Without any warning, Mum suddenly stepped into my room.
9:11 AM
It's appalling, the amount of privacy I get in this house. I might as well rip my door out of its hinges and put a "Torture Ginny when she's dying, this way!" sign instead.
9:12 AM
'Here's your laundry, Ginny.'
'Oh. Thanks.'
9:15 AM
I'm going back to Hogwarts tomorrow.
I forgot.
9:16 AM
I better start packing, then.
9:40 AM
Grrr.
9:41 AM
I hate men.
9:42 AM
They're all just a bunch of dunderheads that think they're oh-so-smart, and oh-so-handsome (in Harry's case, I agree. No. Wait. Hate. Harry), when in reality, they are not.
They're not even remotely close.
9:43 AM
It's all their fault.
9:45 AM
Bastards.
9:48 AM
That's it.
I'm telling.
9:50 AM
I stormed down the stairs, and trotted into the living room, where Harry and Ron were playing a bit of chess. I halted behind Harry, glowering.
Ron looked up at me, and said, quite seriously, 'Er, Harry?'
'Yeah?' answered Harry, while squinting at his pawn.
'I think Ginny wants to speak with you.'
He turned in his seat, a grin on his face, which quickly faded when he saw the look on my face.
'What's the matter, Gin?'
9:51 AM
What a bastardly bastard.
Think he's earned the right to call me Gin now, does he?
9:52 AM
'It's. All. Your. Fault.' I sneered, poking him in the chest with every word.
He raised an eyebrow.
'What's my fault?' he asked, confused.
'Oh, now you suddenly haven't a clue what I'm on about?'
He blinked.
'Er, no?'
9:54 AM
My god, he's dense.
9:55 AM
Ron chuckled, and I glared at him.
'Haven't you got a Hermione to snog, Ron?'
Ron turned very red, and made himself scarce.
9:56 AM
Good riddance.
9:57 AM
'Well?' I demanded.
'What?' asked Harry, who'd gotten out of his chair.
'Aren't you going to apologise?'
'If I don't know what I'm supposed to apologise for, I'm not going to apologise,' said Harry, firmly.
9:59 AM
I made an angry sound at the back of my throat.
'Fine. Don't apologise. See if I care.' I said, and with that, disappeared after Ron.
10:00 AM
'Gin, wait!' I heard Harry shout after me, but I simply marched on, making sure to stomp on the steps so that he knew I was quite shirty with him and not about to stop.
'Ginny, come on,' pleaded Harry, now at the bottom of the staircase. I turned, growled something at him (can't quite remember what, but it was insulting), and stomped up the second staircase.
10:01 AM
I've only just realised that we have three staircases in our house.
10:02 AM
Why on earth would we want to have three staircases?
10:04 AM
I locked the door behind me, so that I could pack my trunk in the quiet surroundings of my room.
10:05 AM
Yes, that means I'm avoiding Harry.
10:06 AM
I hate my tummy.
1st of September
Gnhhhg
Abnormally early AM
'Ginny!' a voice said.
''s matter?' I said sleepily.
'Ginny!' the voice said again.
Someone is going to get –
Oh Merlin's fluffy knickers.
Scared AM
There is something blue and floaty hanging outside my window.
I don't know AM
Said thing rapped on my window.
I pointed my wand at it, and said, in what was supposed to be a threatening tone, 'Go away.'
'Ginny, come on, it's me!'
I'm not stupid AM
'I don't know any floating blue things, sorry.'
'It's me, Harry!'
WHAT! AM
'Harry?' I said, falling out of my bed from shock. After I managed to sit up properly, I peeked over the top of my bed to see if this was true.
It was.
Oh, honestly AM
I got onto my feet and opened the window. Harry threw his Firebolt in first (it nearly hit me in the eye, sodding thing), and then clambered in, thoroughly soaking my carpet in the process.
You're an idiot AM
Because it was raining.
And rain makes you wet.
Get it?
You didn't! AM
No, not that sort of wet!
You're disgusting.
Soaking Harry AM
Back to the matter at hand.
'You're – I mean –' I spluttered.
It's two AM. I checked.
Apparently, I'm not very good at making sense at two in the morning.
2:07 AM
'What are you doing here?' I finally managed.
'I'm sorry.'
'You're – what?' I asked, confused.
'Sorry,' repeated Harry, looking rather anxious. 'I hadn't meant whatever I did wrong.'
2:15 AM
How can one stay mad at a lovely, charming, too-handsome-for-his-own-good, soaked Harry Potter?
'It's all right.'
He grinned at me.
'Best be going, then.'
2:16 AM
'Hang on; you came here just to tell me that you're sorry?' I asked.
Harry nodded.
I gaped.
'In the rain?'
'Er, yeah?'
2:18 AM
Aw.
Harry's nice.
I hugged him.
He sort of stared at me.
I opened my mouth to explain why this was a hug-worthy event, but Harry had shrugged, ripped the window open and had flown out.
I grinned after him, shut the window again, and went back to sleep.
1st of September
Room
9:50 AM
I. Forgot. To. Pack.
9:51 AM
I'm an idiot.
9:52 AM
How could I have forgotten?
9:53 AM
Doomed, I'm telling you.
9:54 AM
I'm turning into Ron.
9:55 AM
I still have five minutes left to pack.
9:56 AM
FIVE MINUTES?
9:57 AM
Panic!
Depression!
Hysteria!
9:58 AM
Oh, no, we have to go!
10:00 AM
Hermione's a miracle worker.
I love her.
10:02 AM
CRASH.
'All right, who did that?
Oh, brilliant, Tonks is here!
10:05 AM
After a very, very hasty breakfast, which involved milk and something I hope was a spare piece of toast, we all hurried into the large black car that was parked on top of mum's chicken house (she screamed at Dung that he was a chicken killer) and drove off.
10:20 AM
We're still in the car.
10:34 AM
I'm bored.
10:36 AM
Ew.
Apparently, Hermione and Ron are snogging in the backseat.
10:37 AM
No matter how romantic it might be for Hermione, it's not a pretty sight if you look into your rear-view mirror and see that.
10:40 AM
Ah, we're here!
No more snogging Ron!
10:42 AM
Dung, Professor Lupin and Tonks got us a few trolleys, and we hurried towards the platform, racing through it three-by-three, because otherwise, we'd be stuck here for another hour.
10:44 AM
Fred and George found a few empty carriages in the back of the train, and we loaded our luggage into it. Mum pulled Harry into a hug, sobbing something about him being all grown-up and going out to Hogwarts again (Harry looked remotely mortified, as did Ron), and then turned to me.
'Oh, Ginny, dear,' she said, throwing her arms around me as well and hugging me tightly. 'Be sure to be a good girl this year. You'll make us proud.'
10:46 AM
Next time, I'm saying goodbye to Mum at home.
10:50 AM
Dung said that he wanted me to say hello to my brothers for him, and Tonks winked at me from underneath her large, rose-covered hat.
Someone tapped on my shoulder.
I turned, surprised, and found Harry, who had a strange look on his face.
'H –' I started to say, but never finished. Harry pulled me closer to him, wrapped his arms around me, and pressed his lips to mine.
10:52 AM
Something whistled, and I pulled away, shocked.
'Goodbye, Harry, dear,' said Mum casually, as if Harry always went about snogging me in front of my whole family and a handful of Order members.
Professor Lupin beamed at us, and Ron looked a bit green (revenge is lovely, really) from where he was standing with Hermione.
I looked up at Harry, who winked, and dragged me into a compartment, as the train started to move.
11:00 AM
You know, I think this is going to be an interesting year.
Author's Note: I can, of course, shamelessly (and selfishly) exploit this and add another twenty chapters of Ginny at Hogwarts. Mhm.
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