Dear Diary,
Hmm, diary is a bit of a boring name. How about another one? I like the name Hab, short for Habitchatra. Anyways my name is Ginny Weasley and I am now 19 years old. I suppose I had better describe myself, otherwise you would never know what I look like. Ok, so I have auburn coloured hair with green eyes. I am freckly all over and am generally pale. I never finished my schooling at Hogwarts and I am currently married to Harry Potter. I would love it if you could answer me, but that would just be creepy considering my first year (I'll tell you about that later) Well since you're my diary, I suppose I better tell you all about my day. So here it goes.
I was sitting on the lounge, engrossed in this muggle movie that she had hired out called "Hitch" when this large shadow moved in the corner of my eye. Immediately I grabbed my wand, thinking oh crap, death eaters, but remembered, the order had killed them all. (All cheer for the order) Looking around I realised that it was just Harry was moving coming to sit down. He reached out and held my small hand in his large one as soon as his bottom hit the couch. That made me realise just how much I loved him after all that had happened.
Well now I suppose I'd better tell you what has happened to make me think like this. It'll just be a brief overlook; otherwise, I'll run out of pages and it'll be easier for me to get a pensieve.
Ok, so, three years ago, Hogwarts was closed following Dumbledore's death. You probably don't know this, but Voldemort enlisted Draco Malfoy as a death eater and gave him the job of killing Dumbledore; but while this was happening, Narcissa (Draco's mother) and Snape made an unbreakable vow, saying that if Draco could not complete the task, that Snape had to. Heaps of people were taken home by their parents who seemed to believe that they would be safer at home than the heavily guarded Hogwarts. In the end, mainly only a few Gryffindor's remained to learn, resulting in Hogwarts being closed.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna and me travelled around Europe to find the horcruxes that Dumbledore hadn't. Unfortunately, Ron and Hermione were killed during a battle between the death eaters and members of the order, causing widespread distress throughout the order. Both Harry and I were nearly unable to function, but we were no where near as bad as Mum and Dad. Well Mum, didn't move from the couch for several days, just crying and Dad sat in his garage obsessively tinkering with his muggle toys, until death eaters rampaged the burrow and murdered them.
About a week later, we were starting to get used of the idea that Hermione, Ron, Mum and Dad, were gone and we got a lead for the final horcruxes position, so we set off again.( Crap! I keep forgetting this is a brief outlook, not a full account of events.) Well anyways, we found it and we battled Voldemort and his death eaters for the last time with the order of the phoenix and killed them all. (Oh yeah! We are so good! So good we are!)
So yeah, a year later I am here with Harry, in his parent's house in Godric's Hollow as we learn to cope with what has happened. Neville and Luna come around occasionally, with their little girl, Nellie, she's so cute. It makes me think of having children; it would most likely brighten up our lives. We could even get another cat (we were looking after Crookshanks, but he died shortly after Ron and Hermione), we could call it Pigwidgeon. What do you think?
Talk to ya later, Ginny
