Title: Diary Of A Not-Quite-Damsel In Distress

Author: Escaped Sanity

Co-author: Bloodybrit (She's my inspiration/everything else/she came up with a title when I was at a loss for words, for once)

Disclaimer: Yes, yes, I am J.K. Rowling in disguise. A very elaborate disguise. I have managed to become two people. Yes, two. And I am both very tall and very short. And two ethnicities. I am very talented. See what money can buy?

Reviewers:

BloodyBrit- Once again, why do I bother? You freak, you're practically in my mind for this story. Geez, let a girl have some room in her own head. Honestly.

Ravioli and Chocolate- I am ecstatic that you like the new title! I'll pass it along to BloodyBrit. See? Already done.

Me (anonymous)- Ah, see, that's the problem. I don't know what comes next, either. I guess we'll both play it by ear. :-D (And I'm glad that you like the new title, thank BloodyBrit)

Jedi Knight Padme- I refuse to "poor Ronnie". He absolutely gets what he deserves, especially for asking about that. I'd do much worse that Gin, love, if some guy (even my brother) asked me that.

Chapter Three

Of Bad Hair Days and Revenge

7/27/96

Dear Diary,

AHAHAHAHAHA! I have it! The thing that will make Ronnie, darling, remember just WHO he is messing with. The prat has had it coming to him for ages. As he would say, it will be, "Ruddy brilliant!" I can't wait… dinner time is in about 20 minutes, so I need to go and slip the potion into his drink. He'll never suspect a thing seeing as how it's clear, odorless, and tasteless. And very, very effective. Well, I'd better go.

Love,

Ginevra Molly Weasley

What, exactly, are you going to do to Ron? It had better not affect anything of importance, like his… brain. Yeah, his brain. I don't want to deal with the after affects of brain damage. That would mean helping him with homework for life! Please Ginny, I'm BEGGING you to not do anything drastic. For my sake. For my sanity's sake. Please.

Love,

Hermione Jane Granger

Ginny slipped downstairs, a small vial in hand and a twinkle in her eye.

Opening the hutch, Ginny look around for a glass. "Ahh… here is a lovely pink mug. It used to be his favorite. I wonder how Harry and 'Mione will react to that news?"

She emptied to contents of the vial into the glass first before putting in water to cover it up. With a grin, she walked outside with four glasses of water in hand.

"Hey guys, it's almost dinner time, but I brought out some water so you can refresh yourselves. Here, Ron, you take this one. After all," she said smiling while handing him the pink mug, "It always was your favorite."

Ron scowled and replied, "No, thanks, Gin. I'm not thirsty."

"Oh, well I'll leave these here for you four. I'll call you when dinner is ready," Ginny said and left.

"Hopefully he'll drink it before he comes in because Fred and George said it takes forty-five minutes to kick in."

She went inside to help her mum finish preparing dinner.

"Gin, could you please set the table? And call Hermione down so she can get a good seat, too."

"Sure thing, mum. 'Mione! Come on down!" she yelled the last bit up the stairs before she turned to set the table.

"Hey, Gin, need help? Here, I'll take that. You go call the guys in for dinner," Hermione took the plates from her with a smile.

"Hey! Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Dad! Dinner time! Better come now, or there won't be any left!" she called the last part laughingly. Soon, thumps were heard outside, as though all of them were trying to fit through the door at once.

"There you boys are! What took you so long? Dinner's getting cold. It's a good thing I'm good at warming spells," Molly began to admonish them before they could even sit down.

For the next thirty minutes all that was heard in the Weasley household was the scraping of forks and Ron chewing with his mouth open. When everyone was done, Ginny and her mum picked up the dinner plates.

Mrs. Weasley was coming back to the table, when all of the sudden:

"Bloody hell, Harry! What happened to you, mate?" Ron exclaimed as Molly was getting up to serve dessert.

Mrs. Weasley froze mid-walk and turned to admonish her son, but instead gaped openly.

"What? What are you talking about?" Harry asked frantically amidst giggles from the rest of the Weasleys and Hermione.

Ginny didn't trust herself to talk, but pointed to his hair.

"What?" Harry questioned. He reached up and felt his hair. "Merlin! What the blazes is going on here? WHAT HAPPENED!"

"I believe, Harry, that that is called baldness," George said wisely, trying to hide a grin.

"I bloody well KNOW that. What I meant was HOW!" Harry said starting to sound angry.

"Well you see, Harry, in some families it happens sooner than others. And faster. Why look at you, just a couple of minutes ago you had a full head of hair, then bam! you were bald," Fred said solemnly.

"This wouldn't happen to be one of your tricks, would it?" Harry asked eyeing them suspiciously.

"Nope. We certainly didn't do this. Why would we want to make you bald?" George asked sounding confused.

"I don't know. I'm going to bed," Harry grumbled. After that, everyone left to their own rooms.

7/27/96

Dear Diary,

Well, that did NOT go as planned. That was supposed to be for RON! Not Harry. Ron. Poor Harry, he's probably traumatized for life. I'd tell him it was me, except he'd probably kill me. Even if he knew it was intended for Ron. Dammit. I guess I'll just have to wait for a better opportunity with something else. Good-night.

Love,

Ginevra Molly Weasley

Author's Note: Well, that certainly came out of me faster than I expected. I am rather sorry it's so short, but I can't let it all come out at once, otherwise there'd be none left for later. Le sigh Please review because I love you. The next chapter should be out in a little over a week- spring break. Yay-hoo!

Teaser:

"Wow, dearie, what happened to your hair?" the mirror in the bathroom asked kindly.

"Shut it. Wait… is that what I think it is? My hair is growing back? MY HAIR IS GROWING BACK!" Harry shouted gleefully. "I'M NOT GOING BALD! YES!"

" 'Ey yoo, we're trying to sleep in here. Take yur celebration elsewhere," came the groggy voice of Ron who soundedly strangely like Seamus. Harry was too happy to care.

"Fred was wrong! Fred was wrong! Fred was wrong!" Harry did a happy dance in the middle of the bathroom, but was stopped when the door opened to show a very tired Ginny.

"Uh…" Harry managed before he ran out of the room realizing that he only had a towel on.

"Well, that was weird."