Chapter 1- Thoughts
Once again, I am sorry for any mistakes that have been made and this is the next chapter you have been (hopefully) waiting for. As I have said before, I own nothing that you recognise. Hope you enjoy it.
Ginny Weasley was staring out of the murky window in her pale blue bedroom of The Burrow, staring out at the apple orchards, thinking about the many events of the quickly ending summer. She was, as ordered by Mrs. Weasley, supposed be packing her trunk ready for another long year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
All she had managed to pack so far, before being distracted by her wondering thoughts, was one set of burgundy robes and a few spell books she had bought today during her shopping trip to Diagon Alley with her mother, Hermione, Ron and Harry.
After four lonely years of waiting and wondering, Ginny had finally decided to give up on her 'love' for Harry after convincing herself that it was just a school-girl crush, and that he would never see her as anything but his best friends youngest and only sister.
Many other things had also changed over the summer; Fred and George had left school and opened a joke shop, Mr. Weasley had earned a promotion at the Ministry of Magic and Ron and Hermione had finally realised how they felt about each other although neither showed each other. Other than this and few games of Quiddich, it had been quite an uneventful summer.
Ginny was snapped out of her intense thoughts after hearing her mother shout her name from the bottom of the many flights of rickety stairs.
"Ginny, are you ready dear? We'll be leaving in about half an hour."
"All most Mum," Ginny lied as she slid of the windowsill and walked over to her near empty trunk. She packed a few more of her things and shut her trunk tightly, ready for the long journey back to the school where everything seems to go wrong…