Rating:
R
House:
The Dark Arts
Characters:
Ginny Weasley
Genres:
Angst
Era:
Multiple Eras
Spoilers:
Chamber of Secrets
Stats:
Published: 01/04/2005
Updated: 01/04/2005
Words: 810
Chapters: 1
Hits: 87

Diary

mjc

Story Summary:
Ginny is lonely and her only friend is a diary that talks back. She writes about some very unusual happenings her first year at Hogwarts.

Posted:
01/04/2005
Hits:
87

It started like most days, for me at least. I spent most of last night crying myself to sleep. I didn't want to be here, but really I did. If that makes any sense.

I am eleven and starting boarding school. Not a normal school, but Hogwarts. I am a witch. My family has always been on the poorer side of things. I have six brothers, four of whom are currently at school. Percy, he's the oldest one at school is a prefect. I suppose I should be happy for him, but he doesn't seem to have any time for me, just his stupid girlfriend.

Then there's the Twins, Gred and Forge, not their real names but what they often call themselves. Between their pranks and Quidditch they also don't have time for me.

Finally, there's Ron. He is only a year older than me, but he is so wrapped up with his friends, that bossy know-it-all Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lives...right up the stairs from me, who spends time at my house over the summer, who doesn't even bother to give me the time of day, but is still...I dream of us running off and living in an enchanted castle, happily ever after. Well, the castle is enchanted; we are in the same "House" but there is nothing happy about how we are living.

I have this diary that I am writing in, the strange thing is sometimes it writes back to me.

Two days later...

Last night I had strange dreams. I dreamed I was a fox and I was chasing chickens. The really strange part was when I woke this morning I wasn't hungry and there was blood and feathers in my bed. Also I was naked.

It gets cold at night and here I was, in a bed in a drafty old castle wearing nothing? I distinctly remember putting on my nightdress last night. It was my favorite one. The one I got last Christmas. My slippers are gone too. Maybe I'll ask Fred or George to get me a pair in Hogsmeade when they go.

Several weeks later....

I remember going to the Feast, but I felt kind of sick so I went back to my room. This morning everyone was talking about Filch's cat being petrified. My dreams were even stranger last night. I was talking to a large snake. He wouldn't look at me, but listened to

The diary has been writing back more often now. It has been telling me that my brothers don't understand me, and I agree. I mean they are boys how can they understand a girl?

Eight days later....

I woke up this morning in a girls toilet on the second floor. It was still dark out so I made my way back to the tower. My clothes were a mess and smelled of damp and mould. I don't know what is happening to me. Also Colin Creevey was petrified last night.

December 18...

Tonight was a dueling club. That ponce Lockhart decided to start a dueling club. He was knocked on his arse by Snape (I hope my mother never reads this...language, Ginevra.)

The weirdest part of the meeting was when Harry and that git Malfoy were dueling. Malfoy summoned a snake. Lockhart tried to get rid of it, but only made things worse. Then Harry started hissing at it. He was telling to not attack. Wait, I understood what he said!

The diary tells me it once belonged to a Hogwarts student named Tom.

December 19....

I again wake naked after dreaming of being a fox. There are feathers and blood in my bed. Justin Finch-Fletchly was petrified last night.

Tom says not to worry about anything. He is my friend and he will always be there for me.

February 13....

I am throwing away this diary. Tom is telling me all sorts of awful things. he wants me to do things.

A few days later...

I don't know why, but I broke into Harry's room last night and stole the diary. I mean, I saw him with it. What if he read what I wrote? I couldn't believe it. After what the twins wrote and said I sent? I couldn't let him read it!

May 9....

I woke again in the toilet. This time I was naked and my clothes were folded near a sink. I made it to breakfast in time to hear that bossy Granger girl and my git of a brother's girl friend were now playing statue in the hospital wing.

May 29...

Today Tom has told me to come to the toilet. He will show me something special. He says that I will be with him, always if I do this.

My brothers don't care for me anymore and neither does Harry.

I am going.