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A/N: I would like to thank Arabella for her wonderful "Hermione Queen
of Witches" series, I loved them! It is from those that I got the
whole diary idea, thank you!
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It was another warm summer afternoon at the Burrow and Ginny Weasley
lay sprawled across her bed, writing in her diary (It was the summer after
her third year at Hogwarts and she had just plucked up the courage to
bring the old diary back out again. She had become quite phobic of them
since her second year)…
Hello, Elle.
Ginny! How are you?
Good, bored out of my mind-but good.
Oh- has Ron left for Romania already?
Yes, just this morning. Charlie came to get him at the crack of dawn,
I wasn’t even awake yet. He should be back around noon Wednesday.
It’s so stupid how bored I am without him here. It’s not like
I follow him around like a mindless git when he is home.
No, of course not. But he is the sanest of your brothers, if you don’t
mind me saying so.
Of course I don’t. Though I’m afraid I have to disagree, I
get on very well with Bill. Don’t you remember?
Yes, I do. But Bill’s not around very much anymore is he?
That’s true.
Why don’t you try doing something with Fred and George-or Percy?
Elle, sometimes it’s hard to believe you’re actually my diary
when you say things like that. Honestly, what are you thinking?
Well pardon me for trying to help you!
Oh Elle, don’t be that way! You know very well how…enjoyable…
Fred and George are to be around- especially for me! Last time I tried
to do something with them they sang, "His Eyes are as Green as a
Fresh Pickled Toad" for an hour on end. Then they gave me a "sweet"
and it turned my hair all the colors of the rainbow!
You should know better than to take food of any sort from them anyway.
The only reason I took it was to stop them from singing that dreadful
song!
Did it work?
Elle! That’s not the point!
Of course it isn’t. Remind me what is…
That Fred and George are completely insane!
Ah- right. Well, what about Percy? He’s not insane.
Ugh! He’s even worse! He’s horrible to be around unless you
are in the mood to talk about cauldron bottoms or poor Mr. Crouch. Which
I’m usually not…
Thank God. So what are you planning on doing for these next few days?
You’re certainly not going to spend all that time locked in your
room…
Well, it would be better than rainbow hair and cauldron bottoms, wouldn’t
it?
Oh Ginny! So, have you heard from Hermione lately?
Yes, I got an owl from her just a week ago. She’s studying hard,
of course.
Well, that’s Hermione.
Yes, it is. She’s leaving for Bulgaria in a few weeks. That’ll
give her some time away from her studies. Though, knowing Hermione, she’ll
probably find something to research while she’s there…
Is she going to visit Viktor Krum?
Yes, she’s very excited. Her parents are going too. I guess they
are going to make it into a holiday. They’ve planned all sorts of
sightseeing.
That does sound like fun. How does Ron feel about it?
Oh- yes well…
I’m guessing not very well then?
He’s been rampaging around all week muttering about "stupid
Bulgarian gits." It’s actually somewhat funny if I could get
past feeling sorry for him. I honestly think it would have been nicer
of Hermione to just not tell him she was going.
Oh, he needed to know. He would have found out somehow-trust me. And
then it would have been awful…
They’ve already had a huge row over it, and about him calling Viktor
"Vicky." Leave it to Ron and Hermione to have a shouting match
through owl-post…
Yes…well…Has anyone heard from Harry?
Yes, Hedwig usually shows up every week or so with a letter from him.
It sounds like he is doing all right with the Muggles…Well- as all
right as you can be with those Dursleys. They sound just horrible…poor
Harry….
Maybe you should write him.
Who?
Harry!
Oh yes, and what would I say exactly? I wouldn’t even know how to
start it…
I think you should anyway, it sounds like he would be horribly lonely
living with those awful Muggle relatives of his.
Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt anything to send him a short note.
I mean, Ron’s gone for a week…and he won’t be able to write
him…
Well, get on then!
All right…
Oh- and Ginny?
Yes, Elle?
Try to leave the poetry out this time, won’t you?
Elle! Sometimes you’re as horrible as my brothers…
Sorry dear, couldn’t resist…
Ginny snapped the old diary shut. She couldn’t help but grin sheepishly
at it as she put it back on her shelf.
How was she was going to go about writing a letter to Harry? She found
the mere thought of it completely impossible.
Oh now, really! she thought to herself. It’s just Harry! This is
perfectly normal. You are going to write a letter to your brother’s
best friend to see how his summer is going. What is so odd about that?
Nothing, except for the fact that I have a horrible crush on him and
I’m bound to say something completely stupid and make myself look
like an idiot!
Oh you will not! Besides- Harry won’t think that way! Just write
the letter, Ginny!
Oh-but…
NOW!
Oh, all right!
I can’t believe this, I am actually fighting with myself…Ginny
had to laugh at herself as she rummaged in her drawer for a blank piece
of parchment and a quill. When she found them she set them neatly on her
desk, pulled up a chair and sighed, "All right, let’s go…"
Dear Harry,
Should I write ‘dear’? I don’t want to sound weird…
Oh, Ginny stop being so neurotic! Just write the letter!
Fine…but, I’m erasing the ‘dear’…
I hope you are doing okay with the Muggles. I’m sure Mum will talk
Dumbledore into letting you stay soon enough. So don’t worry, you’ll
be out of there before you know it.
Does that sound like I am too anxious for him to come? Ginny!
Has Ron told you about Hermione going to visit Viktor? You should hear
him ranting about it here! Well, talk to you later.
Love,
I can’t write ‘love’! That is so completely obvious!
Fine, then erase it!
Ginny
Ginny let out a sigh of relief. "There. Done." You would think
from the look on her face that she had just run five miles up a very steep
hill, rather than write a six-sentence letter. But she was, indeed, very
glad to have it over with.
She crossed the hall to Ron’s room and gathered a very excited Pigwidgeon
to deliver her letter.
He held very still as Ginny tied the parchment to his leg (it infuriated
Ron that the owl was so well behaved for Ginny, but not for him).
"There, Pig. Off you go now."
She gave the tiny owl a gentle push and he swooped enthusiastically out
her bedroom window.
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The next morning, Ginny sat quietly eating her toast and listening to
her mother and brothers fight heatedly about something ("Mum! We
spent weeks developing those!") when Pig flew in through the kitchen
window. He was hooting merrily at his total success when Ginny noticed
a small piece of parchment flapping hopelessly at his leg.
"Pig! Come here! Let me see that!"
Her heart leapt up into her throat. Had Harry actually written her back?
Pig whooshed down into her hands and held his leg out so she could untie
the burden.
As Ginny hurriedly untied the letter, George glanced at her, his eyes
dancing.
"Have a pen-pal there, Gin?"
Fred grinned, catching on. "A secret admirer perhaps?"
"Oh shut up you two!" Ginny called (she was already dashing
up the stairs to her room).
She slammed her door shut and flopped down on her bed to read the letter.
Dear Ginny,
He said ‘dear’!
Honestly-you’re awful!
I’m doing just fine. Not that I’m not dying to get out of here.
Ron sent me an owl as soon as he heard that Hermione was going to visit
Krum in Bulgaria. I’m sure Ron will get over it somehow. Say "Hi"
to everyone for me.
-Harry
Ginny folded up the letter and smiled. She leaned over and pulled her
diary from the shelf.
He wrote me back!
Who?
What do you mean, "Who?" Harry!
Oh, I see. What did he have to say?
Just that he’s doing fine, and that Ron had already told him about
Hermione going to Bulgaria.
That was very…nice…of him to right you back soon very soon.
What do you mean by that?
Nothing. It’s just that he must have written you back as soon as
he received the letter. That’s just very…nice.
Elle! What are you talking about?!?
Oh, isn’t it obvious?!?
No…what?
Oh, Ginny! He likes you!
You’ve got to be kidding! Harry- like me? Very funny Elle.
I’m not kidding.
Yeah right. What’s that Muggle saying? Oh yeah- "When pigs
fly."
Well, it sounds like pigs are flying to me. He likes you!
Oh, Elle!
And that reminds me- What’s the name of Ron’s owl again?
Pig. What’s that got to do with anything?
And does he fly?
Don’t be stupid- he’s an owl! Of course he flies! What’s
the point of this?
Oh nothing. I just think it’s very interesting that the owl delivering
the letters that you are Harry are writing to each other is named Pig.
Flying Pig. The Flying Pig.
Elle…
I am just trying to prove the point that sometimes pigs do fly…nothing
is impossible, Ginny…just remember that…
