Usual disclaimer: This world, and the
wonderful characters that inhabit it, are all J.K. Rowling's. I just
like to play.
Author's note: Many thanks to my new beta-reader,
Jedi Boadicea, who's made me think even more about Ginny than I already
love to do, and who also reacts just the way I want her to. :-) Also,
many, many thanks to Arabella, who, besides allowing me to steal her
story format and give cameos to Gwen and Miss Vauclain, paid me the
huge compliment of saying that she couldn't beta-read my story, because
she didn't want to contaminate her idea of Ginny with mine. Even if
it's an exaggeration, it made me glow!
Author's note 2: Ten points to Ravenclaw
for anyone who guesses Joanna's identity.
My name is Ginny Weasley, and you have
the unenviable task of being my diary.
Iím glad to meet you, Ginny Weasley,
but why do you say unenviable? I was the diary for an Emma Weasley,
oh, years and years ago - if youíre related to her, you must be a wonderful
My great-grandmum. Thatís one of the reasons
Mum chose you. She thought I was ready for a diary again, and I suppose
I agree with her. I had a really bad time with another diary when I
was younger, but I'd rather try to put that behind me, and not talk
about it right now.
All right, Ginny. You tell me whatever
you want to tell me, and don't tell me what you don't. In the meantime...do
you have the Weasley red hair and freckles?
Oh, yes, unfortunately. And the Weasley
temper, but Iím working on that.
Iím glad to hear it. What was the other
reason your mother chose me?
Well, you see, she knew your history, and
she hoped you would help me deal with...you see, Iím in love with a
boy who doesnít love me back.
Oh, you poor dear. Weíll have to do
something about that. How old are you, Ginny?
Iím fourteen, and I know thatís too young
to have the love of your life, but I really think I do.
Ginny, I would be the last person to
say thatís too young - I married at fourteen, after all - but I do think
it unusual. Why donít you tell me about him?
Joanna, if I start, Iíll never stop! His
name is Harry Potter, and Iím sure youíve heard of him, but heís more
than just the hero who defeated the Dark Lord. Heís fun, and smart,
and so brave, and vulnerable, and sweet, and always polite to a little
girl with a crush on him. And that hair, and those eyes -
Wait a minute, Ginny, calm down. What
color are his hair and eyes?
You mean you donít know? I thought everybody
knew what Harry Potter looks like! He has black hair thatís always
messy - I just want to run my fingers through it and smooth it down.
And the greenest eyes you could ever imagine...theyíre like looking
into trees on a sunny day. He wears his fringe long to try to cover
the scar from You-Know-Whoís curse, but it still shows. Sometimes itís
so faint you can barely see it, and sometimes itís almost purple, and
all puffy, like at the end of last year when You-Know-Who returned to
his body. Uh, you did know about that, right?
Oh, yes. Miss Vauclain keeps us informed
on current events. It must have been horrible to watch Harry go through
Horrible doesnít even begin - and the worst
thing was that I couldnít do anything! He barely knows I exist, after
all. I'm just Ronís little sister. Ronís my brother, heís Harryís
best friend. Ron and Hermione were with him the whole time - well,
almost - but I couldnít help him, I could only watch.
Is this Hermione Granger?
Yes, how did you - oh, you must know Gwen!
I didnít speak to you that day in Miss Vauclainís, though...
No, I was someone else's diary then.
But I heard all about Hermione when I got back - Guinevere canít say
enough about her. Oh! Oh, Ginny, Iím so sorry, but I just put it all
together - you're the sister of Harry's best friend, and you had a bad
experience with a diary before - you must be the girl who opened the
Chamber of Secrets.
Yes, that was me.
Breila, how brave of you to have a diary
again! I will try very hard not to pressure you to tell me anything
you donít want to, though I have to admit it will be difficult - you
sound like a very interesting young lady already.
You...you think Iím brave?
Iím glad to hear that, because Iím in Gryffindor,
and I havenít felt very brave, just sitting back and never doing anything
about my feelings for Harry.
Like I said, weíre going to do something
But what? Iíve been living in the same
House as him for three years now, and nothingís - Wait a minute. Sorry,
Joanna, but my mumís calling me to help get dinner ready. Why is it
that thereís four boys in the house, but whenever something needs to
be done, itís always the one girl who has to do it?
Thatís one of lifeís great mysteries,
Ginny. But if youíre the only one whoís going to help your mother,
youíd better go do it.
Right. Bye, Joanna.
Well, that was a typical dinner at the
Weasley house this summer.
What happened, dear?
Mum and Dad talked to each other so quietly
that we couldnít hear them, Percy tried to act like he knew what they
were talking about and just didnít feel like joining in, Fred and George
talked quietly to each other about their joke shop, and Ron just stared
into space, ignoring everybody.
Percy, Fred, George, and Ron are all
Oh, yes, theyíre all my brothers, but theyíre
not all of my brothers. Bill went back to Egypt a week ago,
and Charlie is in Romania with his dragons.
You have six brothers?
Yes. I know itís unusual, but thatís another
thing Weasleys are known for - big families.
Well, itís unusual now, but I had many
more siblings than that, at least if you count half-blood. Are you
the only girl, Ginny?
Yes. I hate it, no one takes me seriously.
Ron and I used to be good friends before he went to Hogwarts, but now
that he has Harry and Hermione, Iím just his little sister.
And what did you do at dinner?
Nothing. It didnít used to be this way
- we used to have such fun at dinner, but now with You-Know-Who back...but
every time I get depressed about how bad I have it here, I think about
how much worse it is for Harry, and then...and then I feel worse.
Well, to make yourself feel better,
why donít you tell me more about Harry. How did you meet him?
Oh, well, I grew up knowing about him,
of course - he was famous since he was only one year old. The first
time I saw him in person, though, was on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters
on September 1st, Ronís first year at Hogwarts. He didnít know how
to get through the barrier - he grew up with these absolutely horrible
Muggles, his mumís family, thatís who heís with over the summer. So
he asked Mum for directions. Now I canít believe it, but I didnít even
really notice him, I was so wrapped up in Ron - my best friend and favorite
brother - going away from me. Then Fred and George came back off the
train and said who he was, and I wanted to get another look at him,
but Mum said he wasnít to be gawked at.
You know, I think Iím going to like
Well...I like her myself. Anyway, so I
didnít really meet Harry then, but I thought about him a lot, and then
imagine my surprise when Ronís first letter came (in November), and
he mentioned that they were best friends. I lived for his letters even
more after that, but Ron wrote about Harry so rarely. When Ron came
home for the summer, I wanted to talk about him - you know, find out
what he was really like, and all - but all Ron wanted to talk about
was how he beat Professor McGonagallís giant chess set and helped Harry
get the Sorcererís Stone. And won fifty points for Gryffindor. You
heard about all that from Gwen, right?
Good. So during that summer, Harry didnít
answer any of Ronís letters, so he got worried and went to get him from
his Muggle relatives. Of course, he didnít tell me he was going to
do it, so one morning I came down to breakfast in my nightgown and saw
Harry was there.
What did you do?
I...well, I...sort of...um...squeaked and
ran back to my room.
I know, I know! But I was only eleven,
and it was a shock.
Iím sure it was. So, why didnít Harry
answer Ronís letters?
A house-elf named Dobby was stopping them.
Did you have house-elves, Joanna?
No. My mother was too poor, and my
father was a Muggle. Then, when I married, I moved to Wales, which
at that time was a mixed community, but the Welsh valued independence
highly and didnít believe in having house-elves.
Iím glad. Hermione started a movement
for house-elf rights last year, and while I donít agree with her that
freedom would be good for all house-elves, I do think that they should
all have the option.
I agree. Did Hermioneís movement catch
No, and especially not with Ron. She named
it the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare, which was unfortunate,
because Ron keeps calling it spew. It annoys Hermione no end.
Yes, and I can tell what youíre thinking,
and youíre absolutely right. They fancy each other, but they wonít
admit it yet. At least, Hermione wonít admit it to him, and Ron wonít
admit it to anybody. Maybe heís told Harry, but I doubt it. Oh, I
hate thinking of Harry all alone with those horrid Muggles! At least
they donít keep him in the cupboard anymore, but Hermione told me they
practically starved him last summer. I canít imagine what theyíre doing
to him right now. I donít want to imagine it.
Ginny, can I ask you something?
What do you think about besides Harry?
What are your other interests?
Other interests? Oh...well, Mumís teaching
me to cook this summer.
Are you enjoying it?
No, not really.
Well, whatís your favorite class at
That oneís easy - Charms. Professor Flitwick
is such a dear, and Iím really good at it. I wish he would teach us
the theory behind creating new Charms, though. Iíve tried, but none
of them work, and Hermione says that thatís really advanced magic -
well beyond the O.W.L.s. Do you know it, Joanna?
No, Charms was never my strong point.
I loved Herbology and Transfiguration, but Iím afraid I wonít be able
to help you with your schoolwork. My magical education was spotty at
best, because I never went to a formal school, and was just trained
by whatever witch or wizard happened to be around at the time.
Wow, how different! I canít imagine life
without Hogwarts, I really canít. Oh, Joanna, Iíd love to stay up and
talk some more, but Iím really sleepy, and my hand hurts. Iím always
amazed at how much Hermione can write in Gwen, and I suppose Iím out
Probably. You need your sleep, Ginny.
Good night, Joanna.
Joanna, I need your help! Mum just asked
me if I want to help make Harryís birthday cake, and I donít have a
present for him yet.
You forgot about Harryís birthday?
Of course not! I just havenít been able
to think of a present. I want it to be special, something that he really
Something to make him notice you.
Well, think about Harry - what are his
interests, what does he like?
Quidditch and...well, defeating You-Know-Who.
Itís true! Heís been busy. And his hateful
aunt and uncle didnít exactly give him any chances for developing hobbies.
Okay, well, what doesnít he have a lot
of? Whatís missing in his life?
That oneís easy - family. Thatís why Mum
bakes him a cake every year. This year sheís knitting him a jumper,
too, which she usually does for Christmas (sheís famous for her jumpers),
because she thinks heíll have outgrown his last one. I know thatís
important to him, though heís never said it.
Does he look on you as family?
I hope not, but probably, if he thinks
of me at all. Itís really Ron and Hermione that are his true family.
Does he have any pictures of Ron and
Hermione? That might help him get through the summer with his aunt
Oh, Iím sure he - you know, I donít know.
Let me ask Ron - Iíll be right back.
Okay, so that wasnít right back. Ron was
in a talkative mood for some reason. He just got a letter from Hermione
- he wouldnít tell me what she said, but it must have been good. Anyway,
he doesnít think Harry has any pictures of the two of them (ďWhy would
he want a picture of me?Ē), though he does have some photos of his mum
and dad, so maybe this isnít such a good idea.
You donít think so? I think Harry would
love it. Will you put them in an album? Where will you get them?
Thereís a couple of kids in Gryffindor
who have cameras. One of themís in Harryís year, and the other hero-worships
Harry. Iím sure theyíll both have lots of pictures. Theyíre both Muggle-born,
maybe thatís why they have cameras...whatís old and boring to kids who
grew up in wizard families, seems neat to them. Iíve never really talked
much with Dean Thomas - heís the one in Harryís year - but I donít suppose
heíll be surprised at me asking for pictures. I havenít exactly been
subtle about my feelings for Harry.
Instead of a photo album, Iíve thought
of something better. Fred and George have invented a picture frame
that can hold lots of pictures - you just tap the frame to switch pictures.
Did I mention that theyíre inventors? Mostly they just make new kinds
of jokes, but they worked on this for Mum. Itís self-preservation,
really - you can hardly move in the living room, itís so covered in
pictures. I suppose with seven of us, thatís somewhat inevitable.
So, what do you think?
I think itís a wonderful idea. Your
brothers must be really talented, to be inventing a new picture frame
like that. Do they own their own business?
Actually, theyíre still in school - this
is their seventh year. But theyíre very serious about starting a joke
shop after they graduate, which Mum isnít too happy about. Weasleyís
Wizard Wheezes, theyíre going to call it. I think they must have found
an investor, or something, because they have had more money to work
with this summer. Or maybe they just sold a lot of Canary Creams last
Yeah - when you eat one, you turn into
a large, very bright yellow, canary.
Only for half a minute or so. Then you
molt, and turn back into yourself. Theyíre lots of fun.
Iím sure. When is Harryís birthday,
Then youíd better get working, donít
Good point. I need to save my hand for
letters. Bye, Joanna.
Oh, Joanna, this is so much fun! George
is teaching me to enchant the picture frame so itíll hold all the pictures
- heís so nice. Fred just laughed when I told them why I wanted it,
but George didnít. Well, his eyes did, a little, but at least he said
heíd help. And now I can do it myself if I need to, though I asked
George to make Harryís - I didnít want to mess it up.
Iím sure you wouldnít have.
Well, I didnít want to risk it.
So, how many pictures do you have?
Ever so many, and some really wonderful
ones. Dean and Colin really came through - I think Harryís going to
love these. Theyíre all of him, Ron, and Hermione before You-Know-Who
came back, looking happy, or at least innocent. Thereís one of the
three of them collapsed by a big tree at Hogwarts. Dean said (he included
captions with all of them - really funny ones, too) that they had just
come from a really hard Transfiguration class, and he took the picture
to prove that even Hermione could be overwhelmed at times. I think
Harry will like to be reminded of a time when the hardest thing he had
to face was classes.
Yes, that sounds perfect. Do you have
any pictures of people besides Harry, Ron and Hermione?
Well, we took a picture of my whole family
last night. George is going to develop it tonight. I hope it turned
How about a picture of just you?
Oh, Iím sure Harry wouldnít want that.
Yes. Besides, I wouldnít want it to seem
like Iím forcing myself on him - this present is for him, not me.
True. Though most boys would like to
have a picture of a pretty girl to look at - but he can see you in the
If he wants to. Oh, I forgot to tell you
about Colinís letter. After gushing for awhile about what a good idea
this was, and how he was so happy to help make Harryís birthday special
by being part of my gift (Iím not kidding, Joanna), he asked if he could
keep one photo to give to Harry himself. He said he had been thinking
about Harryís birthday and wanting to give him a present, but couldnít
think of anything, and this was the perfect thing. But he didnít tell
me what the picture was of, and how he thought I could possibly say,
ďNo, you canít keep one picture for your own present out of all the
ones you gave me,Ē I have no idea. I do wonder what it was - he gave
me some good ones, like the one he took of the three of them after the
second task last year, soaking wet. Harry had stayed too long under
the lake, because he wanted to rescue all of the hostages, but the judges
ruled that that showed moral fiber - which it did! - so they gave him
high points. Ron was torn between being really proud of Harry, and
thinking he was a completely brainless git for thinking the hostages
could be hurt. Itís all there on his face, and in the way heís pounding
Harry on the back, but shaking his head at the same time. So is Hermioneís
utter pride and pleasure in Harry doing well. Viktor Krum is off to
one side of the picture, looking dejected, just staring at his feet.
When Ron saw that one, he came close to demanding that he could keep
it, but I stood firm. Harryís going to love it. I donít know how Colin
does it - he should be professional once we graduate.
Is it going to be done in time?
Oh, yes. Once George is done, weíll put
the last picture in, and then I can send it off. Thereís just one thing.
I donít know what to write in the letter.
I would think Happy Birthday would make
Joanna! I meant besides that.
What were you thinking?
Well, I was thinking of declaring my undying
love to Harry...
Kidding - just kidding! But thatís just
it, Joanna - I mean, he knows I like him, heíll know why Iím giving
him a birthday present, what can I really say? Ooo - Iíve an idea -
maybe Mum would let me write the letter for her present, too. That
would be more to say.
Thatís a good idea.
Hmm...I think Iíll go ask her now. Bye,
Joanna, did I tell you that Hermione likes
my gift for Harry?
Is that important to you?
Well, she knows him so well. She told
me that she got him a book on becoming an Animagus. Iím not sure why
- Iíve never heard Harry say he wanted to become one, and Transfiguration
isnít exactly his best subject. Thatís very advanced magic, and if
it werenít for Hermione, Iíd be worried about him. But she wouldnít
let him do anything dangerous.
Well...not for something that wasnít already
life and death. I canít imagine how this would be that.
So, what is Harryís best subject, if
itís not Transfiguration? Charms?
No, Defense Against the Dark Arts. And
donít think I donít know where you were going with that suggestion,
Joanna! Everything I think and feel is not about Harry.
Iím glad to hear it.
Anyway, Harryís really, really good at
DADA, which shouldnít surprise anyone. He can even conjure a Patronus.
Thatís pretty advanced magic for a fourth
And he did it as a third year!
Ginny, why did he have to face a dementor?
Iím assuming thatís why he conjured a Patronus.
Well, my second year, Sirius Black escaped
from Azkaban. Everyone thought that he was headed for Hogwarts and
Harry. So Cornelius Fudge (heís Minister of Magic, but you probably
know that) insisted on posting dementors around Hogwarts - surely you
must know all this, Joanna, if you were..um, someone's diary at the
No, there were other things to worry
about at the time for her. Besides, I like to hear about things from
Oh, okay. Um, right...Fudge posted dementors
around Hogwarts, even though Professor Dumbledore didnít want him to,
and one came onto the Hogwarts Express. It was absolutely horrible,
Johanna! I felt like I was back in the Chamber of Secrets, with Tom
Riddle coming out of the diary.
Um, Johanna, you called me that before
- what does it mean?
A breila is a dusky wild rose.
It suits you, I think.
Do you think so? Hmm...I like it. Anyway,
Harry had it worse - he actually fainted, and Hermione later told me
that itís because he hears You-Know-Who murdering his parents. Iím
pretty sure there was something else she wasnít telling me, but then
she probably shouldnít have told me that much. Professor Lupin - our
DADA teacher that year - was in the compartment, and he drove off the
dementor. Then, a lot of them showed up at Harryís first Quidditch
match of the season, and Harry fainted again, falling off his broom.
From fifty feet up.
Luckily, Dumbledore was there, and he somehow
stopped Harryís fall - Iíve got to learn how to do that, I have a feeling
Iím going to need it - and drove off the dementors. Iíve never seen
Dumbledore so angry! After that, Harry decided that he needed to learn
how to deal with the dementors, so he went to Professor Lupin, who taught
him Expecto Patronum. I didnít know it at the time, of course, but
before the next Quidditch match I was so nervous that Hermione told
me about it. I know thereís something she wasnít telling me, but thatís
as it should be - I wouldnít want her telling him my secrets. Anyway,
at the next match, Harry was ready, and when some dementors showed up,
he conjured his Patronus - it was a stag, by the way, I wonder why that
is? - caught the Snitch, and won the match. Only they werenít dementors.
What were they, for heavenís sake?
Draco Malfoy and three of his friends.
I suppose they thought it would be funny. Malfoy is a Slytherin boy
in Harryís year, and I have a really hard time being objective about
him. Besides the fact that heís really horrible to Harry, Ron and Hermione
- Iíve seen some of it, and Hermioneís told me more - his father is
the one who planted Tom Riddleís diary for me to find.
I can understand your not liking him.
Yes, and then there was the time in my
first year...you probably donít want to hear about that, Joanna.
Well, of course I do, but if you donít
want to tell me, you certainly donít have to.
Um...oh, itís just embarrassing, and if
I canít embarrass myself in front of you, who can I embarrass myself
in front of? In this case, it was actually in front of my whole class,
and most of Harryís. And Harry. See, we had this teacher, Professor
Lockhart, that year for DADA - we do seem to go through them, donít
we? He was pretty useless as a teacher, actually, but he threw a huge
Valentineís Day celebration, including singing dwarves delivering peopleís
Valentines. I donít know why I did it - remember, I was only eleven
- but I wrote a Valentine for Harry, and the stupid dwarf delivered
it just when my class was going into History of Magic, and Harryís was
going into Charms. Harry was so embarrassed - well, it was terribly
sappy, and horrible poetry, too - and Draco Malfoy yelled to me, ďI
donít think Potter liked your Valentine, Weasley!Ē
How horrible! I wish I had hands, so
I could - I shouldnít say that.
It was pretty bad. But the worst was that
when the dwarf knocked Harry over - he hadnít wanted to hear the Valentine,
and you can understand why - his bookbag fell apart, and Tom Riddleís
diary came out, and you know what, Joanna? I donít think I want to
talk about this right now.
Then you donít have to. But you know,
Ginny, if you ever do want to talk about it, Iím right here.
I know. Thanks, Joanna. You know, I wonder
what happened to Sirius Black.
What do you mean?
Well, we were all convinced that he was
after Harry - and he was, because he broke into Gryffindor Tower and
almost killed Ron. But at the end of the school year, everything went
back to normal - the dementors went away, and Harry was able to come
to the Quidditch World Cup that summer, and I never heard another thing
about it. So I wonder what happened to him. He couldnít have been
captured, or the Ministry would have made a big deal about it, but something
must have happened, or the dementors would still be around Hogwarts.
I bet Harry, Ron and Hermione know all about it - somehow, they always
do. When we were on the Hogwarts express once, I was with the three
of them in a compartment, and Ron told me to leave so Harry could tell
them something. Itís always the same thing - hang on, he wants something
now. Oh, bother, he wants me to play Quidditch. Heís trying out for
Keeper on the house team this year. I have to go. Talk to you later,
Have fun, Ginny.
I never told you what I wrote in my letter
to Harry, Joanna. Do you want me to copy it?
Mum sends along the cake and jumper, of course, and we all send our
best wishes. The pictures are from Fred, George and me. I got them
from people around school, and Fred and George invented the frame to
hold more than one. They should be real inventors, not just of Weasleyís
Wizard Wheezes. (No, we shouldnít.) (Yeah, what does she mean, real
inventors?) You just tap lightly on the upper right-hand corner of
the frame to switch pictures. You can add more, too, but thatís more
complicated, and Fred and George will have to show you how.
Hope you had a
tolerable birthday, Harry, even with the Dursleys. If I donít see you
before, see you on the Hogwarts Express.
The stuff in parentheses was by Fred and
George, if you couldnít tell. What do you think?
It was good. Nice and friendly...but
donít you think ďbest wishesĒ is a little cool?
Well, first I put ďlove,Ē which I thought
was fine, since we all do love him - I mean, how could we not? But
Fred and George were there, waiting to make their contributions, and
they made such faces and snickered so much that I changed it. Besides,
I donít want Harry to think Iím still pining for him.
Even though you are.
Yes. Iíve been thinking about what you
said - I donít really have any interests outside of Harry. Or rather,
I did, but they all got pushed away once I met him. And itís ridiculous.
No boy is worth that, even Harry Potter. I do still love him, and I
do still hope heíll notice me one day, but I want to be a complete person
aside from him.
Itís about time, wouldnít you say? Anyway,
I wrote to Hermione, asking if I could borrow her fourth-year Charms
book, so I could get a head start. She sent me Charms and DADA - she
said that if I was working ahead, I should also work on DADA, since
thereís obviously no guarantee that our teacher this year will be any
good. And Iíve been playing a lot of Quidditch with Ron. Not that
what weíre doing is really Quidditch - Iím just flying at him from weird
angles and doing weird things and throwing a ball at him weirdly. Itís
actually fun - I love to fly, but I donít really enjoy playing Quidditch,
I prefer to watch. Especially Harry, and Iím not just saying that because
I love him, heís really good. The dives he goes into and pulls out
of! His looping, and the way he shakes off the other Seekers! We went
to the Quidditch World Cup and saw Viktor Krum do a Wronski Feint, but
I think Harry could be better than him.
Okay, so Iím not cured yet, but Iím working
on it. Iím going to go study Charms, Joanna.
Bye, Ginny. Iím really proud of you.