Ginny's Diary

Dear Diary, July 1

I know that I have had some bad experiences with diaries before, but this time I know where I got you because I bought you myself from a Muggle store. I guess that I just needed another friend.

I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You guessed it, Diary; I am not just your ordinary Muggle. I am training at one of the finest schools to be a witch, and at the end of the summer, I will be returning to school to start my fourth year.

My brothers, who are identical twins, will be in their seventh and final year. Fred and George are know throughout the whole school as pranksters and love playing tricks on innocent victims. Most of the older students have learned to never accept any food or drinks from the two, but occasionally they slip up, and the unfortunate student has extra arms, feathers, or gardens growing out of their body.

My brother Ron is only a year older than me, so that means that he and his two best friends, Hermione Granger and the famous Harry Potter, will be starting their fifth year.

Hermione is and always will be a bookworm, but she is the closest thing to a friend that I have at the moment. I also have my suspicions that Ron is interested in her, if you know what I mean. But the dumb arse is too stupid to ever make a move on her.

Then there is Harry. What can I say about the only boy who has ever faced the Dark Lord and lived to tell the tale? He is also the boy whom I used to be madly in love with. You see he saved my life when I was in my first year and then after that I found myself very attracted to him, but was too nervous to ever be able to string two words together when I was around him. Now people think that I am still in love with him (because every time I am around him I do something stupid to embarrass myself), but the real reason is that I don't know how to act around him since he did save my life.

Now, there is someone else who I am attracted to, but I don't think that I should say it in here right now, in case my brothers find my secret hiding place for you and read what I have written. I don't think that I would ever be able to show my face in front of my family again. You see our two families have never gotten along, they don't exactly see eye-to-eye on most matters. I am pretty sure that you can guess who it is, Diary, but it is still going to remain a mystery. I will never reveal his name in here until I know for sure that this diary will never be found.

I don't know if I already mentioned this, Diary, but I don't have too many friends, and I am obviously not very popular. People only know me because Harry saved my life; otherwise, I would solely be known as Ron's sister, or The Twins' sister, or another one of the Weasley's. One day, I wish that people would know me for who I am, and not just because I was saved or because I am related to so-and-so.

There isn't anyone in my family whom I can really talk to. Not only am I the youngest Weasley, but I am also the only girl. Sometimes, it is really hard not having anyone to share my secrets with, but that is why I bought you, Diary, so that I could have someone to confide in.

I guess that I forgot to mention that I have three other brothers besides Ron, Fred, and George. The oldest out of us seven children is Bill. Bill was Head Boy at school, but now he works at Gringotts in Egypt. Some people would think that he is all prim and proper and that he is a. . . how do I say this. . . person who's idea of fun is reading a book. (I didn't know how else to put it). Well, Bill is not like that at all: his hair is long, his ear is pierced, and he likes to have fun.

Charlie works with dragons in Romania, and he was one of the best seekers Gryffindor has ever had. He could have played Quidditch professionally if he had wanted, but instead he decided to study dragons.

Percy comes next. Now, remember what I said about Bill, and how he likes to party and have fun? Well, now imagine the exact opposite, and you have Percy in a nutshell. At school, he was Prefect, Head Boy, and got perfect marks in all his classes. He is now climbing the ladder at the Ministry. He hopes that one day he will become the Minister of Magic. That kind of scares me, because if you gave someone like him that much power... ~*shudder*~ I don't really want to know what kind of world we would be living in. All I know is that it would be close to perfect, or at least he would try to make it like it is that way.

Then there are my parents. Sorry I didn't mention them earlier. My dad also works at the Ministry, but he works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. He loves anything and everything that has to do with Muggles, which sometimes pisses Mum off cause he brings the stuff into the house, takes it apart, sees how it works, and tries to put it back together. The keyword there is try. After he gets frustrated with it he gets up and leaves it there for Mum to clean up. If he doesn't do that, then he takes it out to his shed, which is full of all that crap.

One time, he bewitched a Muggle car to fly, and Ron, Fred , and George stole it so that they could go and rescue Harry from his horrible aunt and uncle. Mum caught them, and I thought that my eardrums would burst because of how loud she was yelling, and I was up in my room! Well, after that Mum made the rule that said he was to keep any Muggle things out in the garage, and that he was no longer allowed to modify anything. I think he got the hint. Anything he does that has to do with some Muggle contraption is either kept outside, or isn't talked about around Mum.

Mum is hard to describe on paper. She stays at home, cooks, cleans, and takes care of the family. She also has to deal with all the owls that she receives about how Fred and George have been acting up at school and breaking the rules. Even though we don't have that much money, Mum always makes sure that we have what we need, even if that means that she has to sacrifice. Although most of our stuff is second hand, it is better than not having anything at all. Well, Diary, that is all for now.