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: I disclaim. There, I said it. No need to get your knickers in a knot.

Reviewers:

theKRITIC- Yes, indeed, we should all do happy dances. :D

Angel-wingzz- Harry likes Ginny? Since when? Why didn't anyone tell me this? Now I have to change the story specifically so Harry does NOT like Ginny. Because I don't want it to be an H/G story. Or not yet, if it does end up like that. Which I am 99.99 sure it won't.

Ravioli and Chocolate- Believe it.

Codi Jamison- Yes, Ginny getting drunk. And thank you.

Jedi Knight Padme- Perhaps, I can't tell you. Although you'll find out soon enough, I dare say…

Chapter Four

Of Hair and Quidditch

7/31/96

Dear Diary,

I don't know what to do, now. Except… Oh, Merlin! I forgot about that! Hehe…

Poor Harry. I almost feel bad for him. Then again, I did give the cup specifically to Ron. He should have guessed. Fortunately, the effects are not permanent. He'd murder me.

Well, I must get going- breakfast is ready.

Love,

Ginevra Molly Weasley

"Happy birthday Harry!" Ginny called as soon as she sat down. "Mmm… this is good, Mum," Ginny announced happily while eating her eggs.

"Thank you, dear. Now, why don't you all go get dressed and de-gnome the garden. It'll go faster if all of you are working together. Ok dears?"

"Yes, mum. C'mon Harry, it's not that bad. Anyway, you won't be as hot as before, seeing as how there's not hair now," Ron said sounding a tad bit smug.

"So says the prat who still has all his hair," grumbled Harry under his breath.

"Eh? Didn't quite catch that, mate. What did you say?" Ron asked lightly.

"Oh, I don't know Harry. I think it's quite fetching," Hermione chirped. "In fact, you oughta keep it like that all the time. Oh, wait… you don't really have a choice… do you?" she sounded let down.

"Yeah, Harry, you sh—hey! What do you mean, 'fetching'?" Ron asked, sounding scandalized.

"Fetching- something that one would find attractive to the eye. Or in simple terms for you, Ron, something you would say 'Ooh, sparkly!' and run after," Hermione chastised him.

"Well, I'm supposed to be the only one here 'fetching'," Ron muttered unhappily.

"What are you fetching, Ron?" asked Ginny, having just gotten in on the conversation.

Harry, grabbing his chance, walked up the stairs to take a shower.

After his shower, he decided to look in the mirror for the first time since it had happened. And… there was nothing. Absolute nothingness. 'How depressing…' Harry thought glumly.

"Ok, I'm here. Let's de-gnome quick, so we can play a pick-up game of quidditch for my birthday," Harry called out as he arrived.

After dinner, everyone went to their respective rooms to hang out.

Harry was, needless to say, depressed. 'Will my hair EVER come back? Am I destined for eternal baldness?' he wondered. 'What if I'm forever known as The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Bald? This can't be happening!' he panicked.

He sighed and went to sleep, trying to forget his most obvious problem- his lack of hair. Next on the list was, of course, Voldemort, but he could wait.

He tried and tried to sleep, but found that it was evading him. 'Well,' he pondered 'at least I had fun today.' But that thought did not help him sleep either.

Eventually it became earlier and earlier into the wee hours of the morn. After deciding he couldn't sleep, he decided to take a shower to help him think.

"Wow, dearie, what happened to your hair?" the mirror in the loo 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 loo, 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," Ginny mumbled before going to the sink to brush her teeth. "Wait… did he say that his hair was growing back? Good…"

8/1/96

Dear Diary,

Harry woke us all up this morning with his strange antics. He was hopping up and down in the middle of the loo and screaming something about Fred. And his hair. I guess it's all starting to grow back- good, I was getting worried. What if it hadn't started growing back? I would have had to 'fess up to what I did. He'd murder me, honestly. It shouldn't be too long 'til he has a full head of messy hair again. I think I rather liked him better without it. At least he was always trying to make it look windswept and quite silly. Boys, honestly.

Well, I'm going to try to get some more shut-eye, seeing as how it's only 3:19 A.M.

Love,

Ginevra Molly Weasley

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long getting this chapter up. I had an extreme lack of motivation and inspiration, even though I already knew what I wanted to write. Hopefully the next chapter will be up by next Monday. Please, please, please review because it makes me happy. Though you don't have to and it doesn't make me write faster. It just makes me smile and brag to BloodyBrit that I, once again, got a reviewer. Oh, and this is for Kayla's 16th birthday. Happy birthday, luv!

Sorry, no teaser this time. I have to collect my thoughts and work out the next chapter. Thanks!