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Journal,

I suppose this summer was a bit unusual in comparison to others. This year one of my brothers got married, Bill. He decided to make the Fairy Princess his wife, but strangely I'm okay with that. But what I'm not okay with is his sister making goo- goo eyes with Harry. Annoyingly enough, she reminds me of myself, which is a real pain in the knickers.

Harry's birthday was pretty decent, considering the other ones he's had that were positively awful. I'm a bit cut up about his present, about whether I should have kissed him or not. I know he broke it off, but every fiber of my being is rebelling, so to keep myself sane I have to convince myself that we're still together. Ron is still being an arse about the whole thing. I can't understand what he doesn't get about me. I'm going to be an adult next year and needs to treat me as such and he needs to understand I can make my own decisions.

The wedding started off nice but then those bastard Death Eaters took over the Ministry and come to our house to look for Harry. I'm fine but we're being watched. It seems that going back to Hogwarts without Harry may not be the smartest idea. I am so nervous for him, Ron, Hermione and even myself. I'm so scared that Voldemort might actually win.

Not that I'll tell anyone that. I think it may be time to start up the DA again. I think before we get to Hogwarts I'll have a little chat with Mr. Longbottom.

Good luck Harry, I love you.

Ginny.

Journal,

Oh I'm so frustrated I could just sit down and have a nice long cry right about now. What happened to my Hogwarts? My beautiful Hogwarts is ruined! We are tortured in detention, worse than even Filch can remember. He just gives us these sad smiles whenever we come out of detention, all bloodied and bruised. I honestly can't believe that most of us came back and just didn't just abroad. It's simply awful.

And Snape! He struts about the school like he's Merlin or something! Blasting students who don't have their shirttails in properly… I swear if Harry doesn't get him first I will!

Speaking of Harry, I think about him a lot. Sometimes I lose sleep, just sit there in my dorm and wonder if he ever thinks about me. With that Marauders Map of his, it kind of gives me the creeps but I wonder if he uses it to look at me. It would be incredibly awkward if I was in the loo and he was staring at my dot, but whatever stirs his cauldron, I guess.

Good Gryffindor, I hope he's still alive. And Ron. And Hermione. There are betting pools, you know? To see who'll make it. Provided by the Carrows, and only the Slytherins actually place bets. It's simply horrible. They slip thick wads of parchment into the bin and money slowly, while teachers are around them so we can't blast their brains off. They always seem to know when a Gryffindor is there. Funny.

This school is worse than it was my first year, or even last year. But I can feel it end. It's coming, one way or another. I'm scared.

I wish Harry was here.

Ginny.

Journal,

I am spending this time to write. Right now I have been sentenced to spend the rest of this war in the Room of Requirement, cut off from the rest of the world. It's like a death sentence.

I was ever so happy to hear that they didn't kill Neville. After I left I didn't know anything about what went on here. But Ron is here, and Hermione, and Dean, Luna, Fred, George, Lupin, Tonks… everyone. And yes, Harry's here too. He looks as shaggy as ever, but somehow still handsome. We haven't talked much, but I suppose there will be time for that later.

Oh blast it all! All I want to do is fight!

Wait I hear footsteps…

Ginny.

Journal,

…whywhywhy… so many good wizards are dead. Luckily Harry Potter isn't one of them. Among the bad that are dead are Bellatrix, and more importantly Voldemort. Harry killed him. First I thought Harry was dead, and I was ready to kill myself… someone… something, but then he turned out not to be and killed Voldemort.

Mum killed Bellatrix. For Fred. He's probably laughing somewhere right now. Amazing isn't it? Having a reason to laugh. I don't think either I or George will ever be able to laugh again. He's lost part of his soul with Fred gone.

Hermione and Ron are a couple now. Surprise, surprise. Honestly, it's not really. It was coming for a long time now.

And what are Harry and I? Friends? Not even? He wouldn't even talk to me. What if he did meet someone else? I don't think I could bear it. It would be heart- shattering, especially after all we've been through.

Pray for the martyrs,

Ginny.

These entries were pure agony for Voldemort as his traitor brain threw the images of his demise at him, one millisecond at a time. As the giants fell, as his followers fell, as he fell… he couldn't help but feel remorse.

'Please… I'm sorry…' he choked out. They were the first time he had uttered anything of the like, and his brain seemed to recognize that for a moment. That moment was precious, and he realized he deserved everything in this prison. He deserved the solitude, for it was what he always wanted. To be alone.

Yet he felt envy for the one that got away.

The one with love. The one with the one thing that he despised since he was a young boy.

Albus Dumbledore's favorite word was love.

Should I do year seven, yo?