Ginny Weasley's Diary

July 20th,

Dear Diary,

There is a great emptiness in the world right now ... an emptiness that continues to grow every waking moment and doesn’t stop. It's like an empty hole that's as black as a starless night. It is the only way to properly describe what the wizarding world is feeling right now, wrote Ginny Weasley, describing the emotions that were ever present within the magical community.

She was lying on her bed back home in the Burrow for the summer months, trying to make sense of the world around her in her diary. A violent storm is brewing and the thunder is making it very difficult to fall asleep. It's keeping me awake and my mind open and vulnerable to graphic images of the horrible battle we had with the Death Eaters. When I am not thinking of that ghastly fight, I find my thoughts shifting to Professor Dumbledore's funeral. I can't remember too much of it though, as both Hermione and I were crying heavily.

A crash of lightening sounded, illuminating her darkened room. The flash had given her room the sudden appearance of large ominous shadows. The wind began to howl loudly ... and the rain fell ceaselessly on. Thinking of the recently departed Dumbledore painfully wrenched at her heart. Taking a deep and calming breath, she continued to pour her thoughts into the diary.

He was a great wizard, Dumbledore. Kind and friendly, but was also strict at times. He was the only one You-Know-Who was ever afraid of, and now with Dumbledore gone, the wizarding world lost a very significant figure. He was our strongest defense against the Death Eaters.

And now, Hogwarts is presently facing the prospects of closing forever, just like it was back in my first year...

Just then, a memory from long ago came slithering back into her mind like a snake ... something she would have given almost anything to forget ... her first year at Hogwarts. A whole slew of other memories soon followed from the back of her brain. The events of her first year came flooding back to her, though she tried desperately to shut them out of her head. The diary, she thought bitterly. Tom Riddle's diary ... what an evil, foul thing it was! It was the cause of all my misery!

It had devoured her, taken over her life. Blank spaces of her days were the only recollections she had of the terrible things that happened during those awful times. Ginny had lost her mind. She was unknowingly attacking the other students ... releasing a monster on them.

A sudden loud boom of thunder snapped her from these thoughts.

Sitting her diary aside, she got up from her bed and walked to her window and peered out. Ginny heaved a sigh. The dark cloudy sky was an ominous grey color. The wind and rain were so thick that one could barely see a few feet in front of them. Dense white fog hung low to the ground, strangely reminding her of Dumbledore's long white hair. Though it had been a long month since his death, the memories were still very painful for her.

Crawling back into bed, she thrust the pillow up over her head in hopes of blocking out the noises outside and get a bit of peaceful sleep. But the thoughts and racket outside wouldn't leave her alone ... there would be absolutely no hope for her falling asleep any time soon.

Pulling out her diary again, she tried to focus her thoughts onto something happier ... maybe it would help her clear her thoughts and allow sleep to overtake her. And that's when it hit her: Harry. The noise outside seemed to quiet down, and Tom Riddle's diary was again gone from her thoughts. She smiled as she remembered the embrace he gave her during Dumbledore's funeral and the kiss they had shared in the common room. The sad thing was that he loved her, but could not be with her for fear of her safety. It wasn't bloody fair. She loved Harry, she always had, ever since she had first set eyes on him. Nevertheless, with the entire wizarding world at war, their love for one another was apparently never meant to be. Anger soon filler her. If words were any indication of how angry she was feeling over her loss of Harry, expletives would have filled every page in her book.

Love, she thought, making a face. Love can be so blind, so misleading, and yet, so cruel at times. Yet we are just as blind, mislead, and just as cruel back when it comes to it. With her quill on her parchment begging to scratch away, she began to write again.

Speaking of love, my oldest brother, Bill, will be getting married in a few weeks. Apart from a few odd aftereffects of his battle in Hogwarts, his injuries are completely healed now, though there is much scaring. He is really looking forward to marrying Fleur.

After she wrote that, she grimaced again. Fleur ... Fleur Delacour would be her sister-in-law in a few short weeks. To top it off, they would be living here in the Burrow until they find a suitable place to live.

Fleur irritated her beyond a reasonable doubt and now, was facing the prospects of having to live with her. It was enough to make Ginny want to jump off from the tallest point of the Burrow.

I can't imagine living with Fleur until she and Bill find a proper home to live in. Who knows how bloody long that will take! I would go insane!

Mum is slowly coming to terms with their relationship, though I think she still feels they are moving a bit too fast. With all the uncertainty in the world right now, people are jumping into commitments too fast, their judgement clouded by the impending second war.

Suddenly she heard footsteps outside her bedroom door. Looking over her diary, she listened closely, deciphering to whom the footsteps belonged.

Probably just Ron, she figured. Setting her quill on her desk, she yanked out a strand of her long, vivid red hair and tied it carefully around her diary, a tamper proof way to keep prying eyes out of her personal thoughts.

Rolling to her side, she listened hard for the footsteps to leave. The steps soon faded away.

Outside, the storm had finally quieted down. Rain was no longer lashing against the windows. Though there was so much darkness in the world right now, she couldn't help but feel at ease, if only temporarily.

I am tough and strong. I will make it past this. Along with everything bad there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. Things will look up and there will be a brighter day ... someday ...