Secret Confessions
July 29th, 1997
He's here, Diary. I knew he was coming, but it's still a shock. I went to the kitchen this morning, but when I was just at the doorway, I heard his voice. There was no mistaking it. He's here, Diary, and I don't know what to do. Should I go greet him? Should I ignore him? I went to Fred and George's room. They offered to beat him up for me. I told them he didn't deserve to be beaten up. It's not like he cheated on me or anything. A little part of me though, wanted to hurt him. It wanted to make him feel pain like I've been feeling lately. I saw him though, and I know that he's feeling more than twice the amount of pain I am. They said they were going to beat him up though. I hope he doesn't get too badly hurt. He really hasn't done anything wrong. I know he did what he did for a reason. He loves me too much to see me hurt, and here I am complaining about it. I should be feeling ashamed with myself, Diary, but I just can't feel anything other than loss and emptiness.
-G.W.
July 30th, 1997
His birthday is tomorrow, Diary. We planned a party for him. He didn't notice though. It's like life just goes on around him, but he lives in a little bubble. Whether it's a bubble full of grief, misery, regret, or joy, I don't know. I got him a book on defense. I know he'll need it. I have something else I want to give him, but I think it would be inappropriate since we aren't together anymore. It's a locket, Diary. There are two of them. Instead of pictures though, they have mirrors in them. You say the password, and the other locket will heat up, so the other person can feel it. Then you can talk through the mirrors. Fred and George invented them. It was originally supposed to be for communication while pranking, but I didn't buy them for that. I bought them last summer, since I found them interesting, but I never gave the other one to anybody. I don't know why. Maybe I was just waiting for the right moment. They were sitting in a little box at the bottom of my trunk, and I forgot about them. When I remembered them, we had already broken up. I showed them to Hermione. She was worried that a Death Eater or enemy might find them, and use them to eavesdrop on us. But that's impossible. There are all sorts of anti-theft charms on them, as well as a charm that makes it impossible for anyone other than the one it was given to when it was first activated to use it. It's perfectly safe. It's rather handy, as well. I told Hermione to go get her own, for her and Ron to use. We're going out tomorrow, to Diagon Alley, while Ron and Harry go to take their apparition tests. Hermione said that she would get it then. I should have given her mine, as I don't have anybody to give it to now.
-G.W.
July 31st, 1997
Today was his birthday. I only gave him the book. The lockets are still in my trunk. Hermione got her own pair. She showed them to me. They're different though. Mine are gold, with swirls carved around the edges. Hers are silver, with a design of leaves. She said that Fred told her that no two pairs are the same, and that one will only work with its counterpart. That's good, I guess, so nobody can interfere with a conversation. Ron and Harry passed their apparition tests. They now have their licenses. How am I supposed to follow them when they all can apparate? I know they won't want to take me along. Harry will say that I'm not safe with him. Ron will think that his "baby sister" can't take care of herself. Hermione will say that I haven't even taken my OWL's yet. But you know what, Diary? I don't care. I'm going with them. I know they're going to Godric's Hollow first. I overheard them talking. I even know how I'm going to get there. Nothing is going to keep me from following them.
-G.W.
August 1st, 1997
There are two days left until the wedding. Fleur is bloody insane. She's always shouting about something or another. It's driving me crazy. All I want is some peace and quiet. But I'll never get that, will I, Diary? Of course not. My life has never been quiet or peaceful. There are always loud noises and explosions around when you live with Fred and George. It's never boring. But right now, all I want is to sit in the Gryffindor common room, preferably at 1:00 in the morning, as its always nice and quiet then. When it's quiet, it's always easier to sort out the mess in my head, Diary. Even if I can't sort it out, it's always easier to relax. You don't get chances like that in a house with 6 brothers, two of which seem to have an affiliation with bangs.
-G.W.
August 2nd, 1997
The wedding is tomorrow. Everyone is going crazy. Mum's calling me now. I think she wants me to fold napkins or something.
-G.W.
August 3rd, 1997
The wedding is going to be today. I just woke up. They're leaving today. I heard Ron, Hermione, and Harry talking. They're going to leave right after the wedding ceremony. I guess I'll be leaving too.
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