Dear Diary,

On Wednesday morning, after a hurried breakfast of bacon sandwiches we all lined up in front of the fireplace. We are headed to Diagon Alley to get our school stuff. I'm so excited I'm going to get to meet Hermione, get my school stuff for my first year at Hogwarts and I get my wand. Mum offered Harry the flowerpot of Flew powder first, since he is the guest.

Harry just stared at it until he finally spoke up and said, "What am I supposed to do?"

"He's never traveled by Floo Powder before," Ron said to mum and then turned to Harry and said, "Sorry Harry I forgot." How did Harry get to Diagon Alley last year if he has never use Floo Powder?

"Oh, well then we will have someone show you how to travel by Floor Powder," Mum said while offering the flowerpot to Fred. Fred and George went first, respectfully, then Harry followed by Ron and Percy. After Percy left in a flash of green flames mum offered me the flowerpot. "Actually, I think the three of us should go together, just so we won't use it all." Dad nodded and the three of us crowded into the fireplace.

Dad dropped the powder onto the ashes of the fireplace and shouted, "Diagon Alley." They flew past fireplace after fireplace, occasionally getting a glimpse of the families within. When she reached her destination, she slid on her back onto the soot covered floor of the Leaky Cauldron. I looked up into the eyes of my brothers while my dad helped me to my feet.

"Harry's not here," Ron said, a bit of soot on the end of his nose.

"No, really Ron, I thought he was standing next to me the whole time," George said, gesturing to his left side.

"Well, we have to go find him," Mum said. She was looking around the room as if Ron was mistaken and Harry was really hiding in a corner of the room.

"Now, don't worry Molly we will find him. We will just split up, I will take the boys and you go with Ginny," Dad said calmly, his hand resting on mum's shoulder. I love how my dad can be so calm in the face of danger or a serious situation. I hope we find Harry, if he didn't end up in Diagon Alley then who knows where he could be. He could be halfway across the world for all we know.

Mum stopped and asked every person who walked past us 'if they saw Harry Potter,' wandering the streets. So far no one has seen him but as soon as mum turned around to ask someone else they would start whispering. I feel bad for Harry, not only did he lose his parents at an early age but every where he goes people stare and whisper about him.

After what felt like hours of searching I grew more and more nervous about what happened to Harry. I finally stopped biting my nails when I saw my dad waving at me. Surrounding him were five boys, four with bright red hair and one with messy black. My heart leaped in joy.

I tugged on my mum's coat and said, "Mum, look over there Dad found Harry." Mum swung around, her handbag flying. When she caught sight of Harry, she dragged me along behind her.

She dropped my hand and frantically started wiping the soot off of Harry's clothes. Other than the soot and his broken glasses, Harry seemed to be fine. Dad took Harry's glasses and repaired them with just a tap of his wand. I can not wait until I get my own wand. I can't wait to do magic. I can not wait to do magic without saying anything.

"Well, gotta be off," I looked up to see who said that. My eyes widened as I looked up into the face of the biggest man I have ever seen. He was twice the height of a normal man with wild black hair. Wait, did mum just that his name is Hagrid? She did, this is the gamekeeper at Hogwarts. I have always wanted to meet him. I guess he is a really good friend of mum and dad. I should pay more attention to the conversation because I think that mum just said that Harry ended up in Knockturn Alley.

We started to climb the steps of Gringotts when I noticed there was an additional member to our party. A girl with bushy brown hair was walking in between Harry and Ron. That's Hermione, I get to meet Hermione, I like meeting my brothers friends.

"Guess who I saw in Borgin and Burkes?" Harry said, "Malfoy and his father."

"Did Lucius Malfoy buy anything?" Dad asked from beside me.

"No, he was selling,"

So he's worried, Oh, I'd love to get Lucius Malfoy for something..."

"You be careful, Arthur. That family's trouble. Don't go biting off more than you can chew..." Mum said as we walked into Gringotts.

"So you don't think I'm a match for Lucius Malfoy?" Dad asked but mum never got to answer. Dad was distracted by the sight of a man and woman standing, nervously, inside the doors of the bank. Dad immediately went and started talking to the man and woman about muggle money. Oh, they must be Hermione's parents.

"Mum, this is Hermione," Ron said as he, Harry and Hermione walked over to the rest of the family.

"It's nice to meet you dear," mum smiled while shaking Hermione's hand.

She smiled as she said, "It's nice to meet you too." She is really pretty, but she had rather large front teeth that distracted from the rest of her face.

"You already know Percy, Fred and George," Ron gestured to the three older Weasleys. "Oh, but you haven't met Ginny." I smiled at her, wanting to say something but I was unable to with Harry standing right there.

Harry and Ron agreed to meet Hermione after we went through Gringotts. The ride to our vault is always gives me mixed feelings. I love the thrill of the cart taking sharp turns at full speed and feeling my stomach drop as we go downwards but the way back is too much for me. Going back up is always when I get sick. This time, after we stopped at our vault and mum gathered the small amount of coins into a bag we traveled farther down to Harry's vault. I have never been this far down, for the farther down your vault is at Gringotts the more money you have and we obviously do not have that much money.

I felt sorry for Harry as he gathered his money and tried to hide the stacks of coins in his vault. Us Weasleys may not have money but at least we have each other, people to call family. Harry doesn't have anybody who he can call family, at least nobody who cares about him. The only thing he has left from the parents he never got to know is their money. Let's face it when it comes to what really matters, it's not money, it's family, the people who care about you.

I didn't feel as bad once I stepped out into the sunny streets of Diagon Alley. We all split up to do our shopping, agreeing to meet in a hour at Flourish and Botts. Dad went with Hermione's parents to the Leaky Cauldron, mum took me to do my shopping and the others went who knows where.

The first stop was to get my robes at a second hand shop called Nifty-Thirfty, the shop was nice and so was the lady behind the counter but the robes were something else. Don't get me wrong, I actually like wearing second hand robes. I just prefer that the robes belong to my brothers. Simply because I know them and I don't know the stranger who use to were these ratty old things. Nifty-Thrifty; thrifty yes, nifty not so much. We spent a half hour going the old robes, I kept trying to convince mum that I would be perfectly fine in the boys old robes. We settled on mum getting me one robe from the shop and the others coming from my brothers. I already have a hat and cloak, hand-me-downs, and Charlie sent me dragon hide gloves for Christmas the previous year.

We bought a cauldron, few potion ingredients, quills and parchment before heading to Ollivanders to buy my wand. The tiny bell over the door announced our arrival as we entered the shop. There were thousands of boxes in the shop; wand boxes piled everywhere, all waiting for new magical students to try them out. A gray haired wizard came out from the backroom.

"Ah, Molly Weasley. Reed, Dragon Heartstring, 9 inches, swishy?"

"Yes, an excellent wand. Your wands are the best, I have one, Arthur has one, all of the boys and now Ginny."

"Ah, the last of the Weasleys here to buy their wand. No more bright heads to light up this dim shop." I smiled, liking Mr. Ollivander already.

"Which is your wand arm?" Mr. Ollivander said, pulling out his tape measure.

"Right," I said, sticking out my arm. Once he was done measuring, he started pulling boxes from the shelf.

"Let's try Rowan, Phoenix feather, fourteen inches, unyielding." I grabbed the wand and nothing happened.

"Elder, Unicorn, thirteen and a half, brittle?" I didn't even touch that one before it was taken away.

This went on for awhile, I tied dozens of wands. The ash wands didn't work, the holly was snatched from my hand, I kept dropping the Alder and Mr. Ollivander kept moving the willow and chestnut away from me. Each wand I was presented kept on getting smaller and smaller.

Finally Mr. Ollivander smiled and presented a box saying, "Hazel, Dragon Heartstring, 9 inches, solid." I took the wand and I felt a warmth beneath my fingers, golden sparks leaping from the end of the wand. Mum applauded and paid for it. Mr. Ollivander smiled as he bowed us out of his shop. I hugged the wand box to my chest as we made our way down the cobblestone street.

I could tell that we had reached Flourish and Botts by the crowd outside the shop, waiting to get in. A huge white banner hung over the doorway, proclaiming, "GILDEROY LOCKHART will be signing copies of his autobiography MAGICAL ME today 12:30 P.m. to 4:30 P.m." Mum fit in very well with the crowd, since they all seemed to be made up of witches her age. There were a few bored looking husbands standing together, outside, and a few scared children trying not to get squashed.

We made our way inside to where The Grangers, Dad, Percy, Fred and George were standing. My family looked as bored as the husbands outside the shop but the Granger seemed to be excited by everything and everybody.

"Oh, there you are, good," Mum said as Harry, Ron and Hermione approached. "We'll be able to see him in a minute..."

Gilderoy Lockhart appeared from behind a curtain fashioned at the back of the shop. He had wavy blond hair, blue eyes and a white, white teeth, that seemed to always be flashing. I don't see what the big deal is, I know a lot of woman like him but he's just not my type. I think a guys hair should be dark and his eyes green and he should be shy, not wanting peoples attention, have something unique about him... I glanced at Harry and blushed, thankful that he wasn't watching me.

A tiny man with a very large camera was running around and pushing people out of the way, trying to get the best shot of Gilderoy Lockhart. He pushed Ron out of the way saying, "Out of the way, this is for The Daily Prophet."

"Big deal," Ron said, glaring at the back of the photographers head.

I thought that Ron had said that quietly but Gilderoy Lockhart looked up from signing a book for a excited woman to see who had spoken so loudly. He glanced at Ron and then moved his eyes to the right and stared at Harry. His eyes seemed to glance up at the scar on Harry's forehead. His mouth formed a perfect O before saying, "It can't be Harry Potter?"

Gilderoy Lockhart jumped into the crowd and the crowd parted as if he were Moses. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him onto the makeshift stage. Harry's face turned brighter than mine as the two man shook hands. You could tell that Harry wanted nothing more than to get out of there. I felt sorry for him, just like I had down in Gringotts vault.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Lockhart said to the crowd, ensuring silence. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!" He paused as the crowd applauded. "When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography, which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge..." Lockhart paused again as the crowd applauded. "He had no idea that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

I think I might be deaf from the noise that the crowd made. While the crowd went wild Harry took this opportunity to get out the clutches of Gilderoy Lockhart. He headed back towards our family, his arms full of Lockhart's books. He was still blushing as he dropped the books into my cauldron. I stared up at him, not blushing for once.

"You take them, I can buy my own," Harry smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile and blush at his words. What is with me, every time Harry is near me, I have to turn my face the color of my hair.

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter? Famous Harry Potter, can't even enter a bookshop without making the front page." I turned around and saw a boy with blond hair sneering at Harry. How can someone be so mean to Harry Potter? It's not his fault you-know-who killed his parents and tried to kill him. I do not like this boy, not one bit!

"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that," I said to the boy. I glance around and realized I just said that in front of Harry, Ron looked shocked at that fact too.

"Potter got yourself a girlfriend?" The boy drawled. I felt my face turn scarlet, usually I have to work my way up to scarlet but this is the first time I have ever gone straight to scarlet.

The boy then turned to Ron and said, "Surprised to see you in a shop Weasley. Now tell me how does your family pay for all your school supplies?" Ron leaped at the boy, his face turning the same shade mine had. I can't believe this boy would say something like, how can he hate our family and Harry Potter? He's a pureblood, only purebloods from dark families would hate the blood traitor Weasley and the boy who lived. Now what family is this boy from?

"Ron what are you doing? Let's go outside, it's too crowded in here." Dad said as he walked toward us, eyeing Ron being restrained by Harry and Hermione.

Fred and George appeared at dad's side. "Are you trying to make up a new kind of dance Ron?" Fred smirked.

"If you are, I don't think looking like a dying spider is going to catch on," George joked.

"Well... Well... Well... Arthur Weasley," A blond man stood clutching the blond boys shoulder. They are obviously father and son. "I bet your pretty busy at the ministry with all those raids? I hope there paying you overtime." The man reached into my cauldron and took out a beat-up copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration that mum and I had picked up while at the second hand book shop. "Obviously not, tell me what's the point of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't pay you well for it?"

"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," dad said, flushing the same color as Ron and I. So this must be Lucius Malfoy, he and dad are enemies. This must be his don Draco, when Ron isn't talking about how much he loves Hermione an Harry, he is talking about how much he hate Draco Malfoy. I can see where Ron is coming from, this guy is a jerk, who insulted our family. I don't know him and I already hate him!

"Clearly," said Mr. Malfoy, glancing towards Hermione's parents. "The company you keep, Weasley... and I thought your family could sink no lower."

Dad launched himself at Mr. Malfoy, sending my cauldron and the books inside it flying. My books weren't the only ones flying, Dad had pushed Mr. Malfoy into a bookshelf. Books were flying everywhere as the two men punched each other. Every time Lucius Malfoy hit her dad, she gasped and tried to run forward to help him. Percy, who had shown up at the moment Dad had launched himself at Lucius Malfoy, was holding her back.

"Don't worry Gin, Dad is going to be fine and he is going to kick that evil man's a... dad is going to show him that being rich doesn't matter in this world." Percy comforted me. I love Percy, he may seem pertinacious and stuck-up but he really loves his family, especially me. Percy is the only one of my brothers who would choose to comfort me over cheering dad like Fred and George.

I realized mum was there also, shouting, "No, Arthur, NO!" The two man kept on fighting.

They kept on fighting while the bookstore assistant, said, "Gentleman please... Please."

Nothing happened until the giant of a man name Hagrid showed up. He grabbed Dad and the evil Malfoy man by the scruffs of their neck saying, "Break it up gents, break it up." The two men backed away from each other. Dad had a cut lip, making me hate Malfoy the elder more and more. I was very happy when I saw that dad had given him a black eye.

Malfoy glared as he threw my Transfiguration book back at me and said, "Here, girl... take your book... it's the best your father can give you." He called his son and the two of them left the shop. Percy was squeezing my shoulder and glaring at the door.

"Percy, your hurting me," I whimpered in pain.

"Sorry Gin," Percy said, crouching down and giving me a hug. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah,"

"I hate the Malfoys, their rude to us and hate us for being poor and associating with muggles. I can't believe he fought dad and then threw your book at you."

Our family started walking out the door, Percy grabbed my hand and picked up my cauldron with the other. We were at the back of the group, but we could still hear mum telling dad off.

"A fine example to set for your children... brawling in public... what Gilderoy Lockhart must've thought..."

"He was pleased," said Fred. "Didn't you hear him as we were leaving? He was asking that bloke from the Daily Prophet if he'd be able to work the fight into his report... said it was all publicity."

Mum scolded dad all the way back to the Leaky Claudron where we said good-bye to the Grangers and headed back to the Burrow by floo powder. Today was a good and very interesting day, I got my wand and my dad fought in a bookstore.

Ginny Molly Weasley