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Journal,

You'd never believe where I went this summer! This Quidditch World Cup! Bulgaria versus Ireland. Hermione and I shared a tent. She really is a very nice girl and I do like her. Whenever she's not around I do like to tease Ronald about it. Oh how pink he gets! It's so terribly funny. Then he likes to tease me about Harry, and that's no fun at all, so I've been thinking about stopping.

It's all so strange being around him now. Harry is such a tortured soul; it's like being next to a ghost during mealtimes. But then he leaves to talk with Hermione and Ron I can see that he's really funny and animated. I don't know what it is, but I'd like to find out. It's like he's afraid of people, of getting too connected with people. He's been getting better though.

Something that happened after the Quidditch Cup seemed to knock him a couple of steps back, the invasion of the Death Eaters. Those bloody fools are always messing about where they're not wanted. Harry came back after his confrontation by Barty Crouch and looked like he'd seen his best friend die or something. Honestly, I will figure him out someday. He's just so interesting and mysterious.

Hermione asks me sometimes why I like him so much. 'Is it because he's famous?' she asks. I tell her that I'm not sure, but I don't think it's because he's famous. 'He's not overly attractive,' she points out with a smirk. I tell her that most wizarding men aren't but there's something about Harry that I find terribly attractive. 'He's like a puzzle' I tell her. 'A puzzle I just want to solve.' She always nods in agreement. 'Like a problem, I like solving those too,' she tells me.

We just get it, you know? Hermione and I. We know what's going on, sometimes without ever having to say anything. She's like the big sister I've always wanted. I guarantee that sometime in my future our bond will come in handy, especially from the fact that she's best mates with Harry.

Oh dear Lord, I do sound like a stalker! I don't watch the poor bugger while he sleeps, I promise! I really need to just stop, and be myself like Hermione says. I just don't think I'm ready yet, though. Besides, who am I? What can I do? I'm not extraordinary in anything in particular, especially not enough for Harry Potter. Oh dear Merlin, I am going to die alone, aren't I?

Anyway, the train is going to pull into the station any minute now. I suppose I should get ready. I'm not sure what is going on this year, but mum kept on giving me strange smiles.

Ginny.

Journal,

I am a wreck! The Goblet of Fire chose Harry's name! For the Triwizard tournament they only said seventeen year olds would be chosen! I wish I knew what was going on. This tournament is going to be very dangerous, and I seriously doubt that Harry would ignore Dumbledore's wishes and put his own name in. Despite my brother Ronald's belief, I do believe Harry is as innocent as a baby unicorn. Ronald can be such an arse sometimes, I swear. He really needs to start to man up and take responsibility for his actions.

Anyway, there are these new blokes all over the school, Durmstrang and the Fairy school. Ah, I can't pronounce it anyways and that's what all the girls are calling it. Those girls just prance around in their Hershey Kisses hats and blow kisses at boys. It's very disgusting. Their champion, Fleur I believe, is the worst. God I feel bad for her future relatives. She's going to be a handful.

The problem is that I think Harry and Ron like the new girls. I truly believed that they were over that sort of thing, but I guess the pull of fake beauty is tempting even to the strongest of souls. At the Quidditch World Cup they were scary. Harry looked like he was ready to jump off a mountain.

This year I can go to Hogsmeade! It's so exciting, and this year Harry can too! I wonder who he found to sign his form, from what I heard the Dursley's were in no mood to sign about anything when Harry left them just a few weeks ago.

Seeing you,

Ginny.

Journal,

You'd never guess who I said yes to go with me for the Yule Ball. Not who asked me, mind you, but who I said yes to. Neville Longbottom. Not like anything's wrong with him, but honestly, not six hours later Ron suggested that Harry take me. I'd never reject Neville, but bugger! If only I'd held out just a while longer. It's probably for the better anyway, Neville would never have gotten a date otherwise, and I would've just blushed the whole time.

He really wants to go with Cho Chang anyways. It's not something he really talks about with anyone, but we all know it. It really makes me sad, because she's just so pretty. I'm so ordinary, and what's worse is that I'm a ginger! Or so the Americans say. But Harry didn't get Cho anyway because she's going with the Pretty Boy, Cedric.

On to more important matters, Harry is still alive through the First Task, which is downright fantastic. I hope he keeps it up.

Ginny.

Journal,

So, from what I hear Voldemort is back. He's back and Harry is more melancholy than ever. The Pretty Boy is dead now, so I feel sort of bad that I made fun of him the whole year. I'm glad he got it instead of Harry, though. I've heard many things of what happened to him in that graveyard and none of them good. He seems sadder than ever and I can't help feeling like it's the beginning of the end for all of us.

Next year is going to be hell.

Ginny.

Riddle winced as he remembered the night that Harry Potter escaped him yet again, but it was a second before a searing pain ripped through his warped soul and he cried out in agony. Every time an evil thought or desire went through him, a pain caused him remorse.

He realized the next few years worth of memories were going to be agony and he could have wept.

Except there could be no release in hell.