Ginny's Diary

Ginny's Diary

Chapter one - Not a day witout a fight

Dear diary (that sounds so stupid)

So I have been having these nightmares about Tom Riddle. Yeah, I know, it was a long time ago: Four years. But I cannot stop thinking about it. If you only knew how much fear and pain I still have inside. Finally today it became too much. Last night I had one of the worst nightmares I have ever had. Everyone could see that I wasn't okay when I came to breakfast. Hermione kept on asking what was the matter, until I finally snapped and told her about it. She told me that I have to face my fear. So that is what I'm doing at the moment. I am writing in a diary. My own Diary. Hermione gave it to me. I'm not really used to writing. I actually haven't got a clue about what I am supposed to be writing in a diary. And my hand is trembling. I keep expecting Tom's writing to appear on the page, but it doesn't, thankfully!

I'm so nervous, but I guess I should start by telling about my day. Nothing interesting has actually happened today. Ron and Hermione haven't even had one of their fights. When that doesn't happen it is a very peaceful day, but kind of boring, as well. And I haven't talked to Harry all day either. Well, except a little chat about school.

Harry

Well there I go... I'm starting to think about Harry... Well now I'll be up all night. When I start to think about him, I can't seem to stop. I truly haven't ever loved anyone in that way before. I think I'm in love. I know I'm very young and probably shouldn't say that I know what love is, but I really do think that I love him.

Of course I wouldn't dream of telling him. We are finally starting to become friends. If I have to choose, then I would rather be friends with Harry than living totally without him. It's not like we are telling each other about our deepest thoughts, but it is nice to know that on some level he cares about me.

Besides, he has to much on his mind to be wondering about me and my feelings. Actually, I should make a list about things that should keep me from expressing my love for Harry:

He's too busy (with You-Know-Who)

It could ruin our (semi)friendship

I'm pretty sure he doesn't feel the same way

He wouldn't talk to me ever again

I can't seem to think of anymore, but I'm sure that there are a thousand reasons why I shouldn't aproach Harry with my feelings

So I'll just see what happens, take one day at a time.

I'm very proud of my self, not only have I written a whole page in this diary, but I have also confessed some of my deepest thoughts that not even Hermione knows about.

I congratulate myself. Well done, Ginny Weasley

I Think this is working. I'm already feeling much better. This diary better not be under some kind of curse. Conclusion: I will be writing tomorrow to tell more about the fascinating life of Ginny Weasley.

Ginny

So... I had just closed this diary when Hermione came into my room. She said that she needed to talk, and I could see that she was upset.

"Ginny," she started, "I think I am going to rip someone's head off very soon!"

She sounded so intimidating, that for a moment I thought she meant me, but then I heard the freeing words:

"I hate Pavarti and Lavender."

She sat down, but only for a minute, because she obviously couldn't sit still, she had so much anger inside.

"Hermione," I said as I reached for her, "would you like to go for a walk around the lake?"

I could see tears forming in her eyes, and I got confused; this was not like her at all. I began to think of all the things that could make her feel that miserable. I followed her out of the door and put my arm around her. I could see that she was beginning to find the words for her anger, but we both knew that she would start crying if she tried to talk, so I said, "That diary you gave me, it's really working. I feel like a burden has been lifted from me. Thank you."

She smiled at me. But she still looked as if she was going to collapse. We sat down and stared at the water for a while. After a few minutes, I asked her what was the matter with Pavarti and Lavender.

She took a deep breath and said, "We were sitting in the common room and they began to talk about boys. Have you heard them, when they are talking about boys?"

I have heard Pavarti and Lavender talk about boys. It really is very irritating.

"I was trying my best to ignore them, and it was going okay until Lavender started to talk about how Dean was treating her. Apparently he keeps missing their dates. She kept complaining. And I almost yelled at her that maybe if she didn't act like she was 10 years old, he would have a little more respect for her and show up. I didn't of course."

I looked at her with sympathy. I could just imagine how she must have felt. I have felt it many times myself. But on the other hand I couldn't understand why she would so upset because of that little intermezzo. She continued:

"Pavarti told her to go talk to him, and after a lot of giggling and that kind of thing she went over to him. She had this little girly voice and big watery eyes, like anyone was going to take her seriously when she was acting like that. I couldn't take anymore and ran out of there."

I looked at her, I could tell that she knew that I knew what she was talking about. We sat there at the lake and talked for almost an hour. I didn't ask her if there was anything ells the matter, I figured she would tell me when she was ready. When we got back to the common room, Ron was furious.

"You can't just leave without saying anything. Anything could have happened!"

It was not like him to care where we had been, but I chose to ignore him and went to bed, behind me I could here that Hermione didn't handle it as I did and another of their fights were taking form. I guess she needed it. I'm actually convinced that was why Hermione was so upset, she missed fighting with Ron. And Ron was mad because he couldn't find her, to fight with. I think they are both addicted to those fights.

New conclusion: Not a day without a fight between my best friend and my brother.

A/N: I know this was a bit short but I wanted to keep it real. I mean how much would you write if you had been possessed by Voldemort himself.