Dear Diary,

I stayed in my room all night last night, writing in you. I'm getting way to old to be pouting over silly little things that my brothers say to me. If I stayed in my room for eight hours every time my brothers were mean to me, I would end up living in here, although, mum did make me go downstairs for dinner last night. As soon as dinner was over I went back up to my room and didn't wake up until I heard raised voices downstairs.

"Beds empty! No note! Car gone, could have crashed, out of my mind with worry, did you worry? Never! As long as I have lived, you wait until your father gets home. We never had trouble like this with Bill or Charlie or Percy..." My mum shouted.

Someone mumbled something, probably one of the twins, they are the only ones who ever dare interrupt mum when she is yelling. I jumped out of bed and moved closer to the door in order to hear what the others are saying.

"YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK!" So the twins must have mumbled something about Percy. "You could have died! You could have been seen! You could have lost your father his job..." Mum could go on for hours. An idea sprung into my head and I quickly run across the hall and into Percy's room.

"Doesn't anybody knock in this house?" Percy shouted as I closed the door shout. Percy was in a bathrobe and hunched over a piece of paper on his desk.

"No, do you have a way that can record a conversation?"

"No, will at least no Wizarding ways"

"Dang, I wanted to record this and play it for Fred and George whenever they annoyed me"

"That would be one overused recording"

"Very funny, what are you doing?" I asked pointing at the parchment Percy had been writing on.

"Nothing..."

"Can I see?"

"NO"

"Please?"

"NO"

"Come on"

"Leave" Percy turned around in his seat and pointed at the door.

"Mean"

"Don't care and next time knock, although you did have a good idea"

I smiled, my brothers can't be mad at me for too long. I opened the door and immediately shut it.

"I thought you were leaving," Percy said grumpily, still hunched over and writing.

"Harry Potter was in the hallway"

"What?"

"Harry Potter was in the hallway," I turned to Percy, eyes wide and still remembering my brief glimpse of the boy who lived.

"I think you are hallucinating"

"No I'm not"

"Yeah, I think you are so in love with him you're seeing him in real life"

"I'm not hallucinating"

"I'm not going to stand here arguing with you, lets go ask mum if the love of your life is really in the house," Percy grumbled as he opened the door and headed for the kitchen. When we entered, mum was cleaning up the breakfast dishes and mumbling.

"Mum, Ginny is seeing things"

"What?" Mum turned to look at Percy. "Are you talking about?"

"Ginny thinks that she saw Harry Potter in the hallway outside of my room"

"That would make sense since he arrived this morning," Mum said while turning back to the dishes.

"Ha I was right and you were wrong," I glared at Percy. "Wait what?" I turned to mum.

"Your brother went to his aunt and uncles house last night to get him in that wretched flying car."

"Really, that's ama..."

"Percival Weasley you better not have been about to say amazing, if you think what your brothers did is funny or cool then I don't know what to do anymore. If you of all people think something that Fred and George did is cool then I don't know what I'm going to do."

"Why did I leave my room, what was so important that I had to leave my room and get yelled at for expressing a opinion," Percy grumbled and headed back upstairs.

I slid my pink slipper across the kitchen tiles, " So where is everyone?"

My mum smiled at me and said, "Harry is upstairs putting his stuff in Ron's room, Fred and George are up to no good and who knows what Percy is up too. I can't believe Percy, saying that flying a car over multiple towns is amazing... Unbelievable... Can't believe him... He isn't like himself... Stuck up in his room doing who knows what..."

"I think I will just go," I started to leave the room.

"Oh, no, sit down and eat breakfast."

"I'm not that hungry,"

"Are you feeling sick?" Mum asked, heading towards me with her palm outstretched.

I dodged her hand, "No, Its just... I was wondering... Maybe you could tell me... Only if you knew... How long Harry is staying?"

"For the rest of the summer,"

"Okay," my stomach did a few flip-flops and I couldn't help but smile. "Maybe I will have some breakfast." I sat down at the table and mum served me eggs, bacon and sausage. I was nearly done with breakfast when my dad walked into the house. I love my parents, but I really love my dad.

"Hey Princess," my dad said to me as he kissed my head.

"Hello dear," my dad said as he kissed my mum on the cheek.

"What a night," dad said as he sat down next to me. "Nine raids. Nine! And old Mundungus Fletcher tried to put a hex on me when I had my back turned. Enough about me, how was your night Molly dear?"

"Oh, it was alright until I woke up in the middle of the night to find three of the kids missing."

"Who did Fred and George take with them?" Dad turned to look at me.

"We took Ron and how did you know it was us?" Fred asked from the doorway, a smile on both his and his twins face.

Mum ignored him, "Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back."

"What?" Dad looked over at mum, his mouth dropping in shock. Shaking his head he turned to the twins and asked, "How did it go?" Before anybody could answer mum smacked dad on the shoulder.

"Arthur, your sons flew that wretched car to get Harry last night."

"Harry? Harry who?" Dad turned around in his seat and glanced around the room. His eyes finally resting where Fred and George stood. I glanced over at the door and there he stood. Black hair that stood up at the back and long enough to cover the famous lighting bolt, green eyes hidden behind round glasses and wearing jean with a baggy sweatshirt. I felt my cheeks flush.

"Good lord, is it Harry Potter? Very pleased to meet you, Ron's told us so much about..." I couldn't take it anymore, I jumped up and ran out of the room, a squeal escaping my lips. I ran past him, my face turning even redder.

When I reached the second landing, I overheard Ron say, "Ginny... She's been talking about you all summer."

I hate Ron and he better sleep with one eye open because I'm going to murder him. Why would he even say that? I shouldn't worry about it, Harry wouldn't be interested in me. I'm just Ron's little sister who runs away and slams doors when she sees him. Who cares anyway I'm too young to date.

Ginny Molly Weasley