Joanna, I need your help. Harryís reply to my letter has come, and
I need your help to open it.
Ginny, donít be silly. Just open it. Then copy it for me.
Right, here goes.
Thank you so much for the pictures. How did you know that I didnít
have any of Ron and Hermione? And the one with all of you was wonderful.
Ron just keeps growing, doesnít he? Weíll have to start calling him
ĎBeanstalkí, or something. Thank your mother for the cake and jumper,
too - life at the Dursleysí hasnít been too terrible this year, but
knowing that I have other friends really means a lot to me.
Thanks for making my birthday more than tolerable.
So, what do you think?
Well, Iím sort of disappointed that he didnít say something like, ďI
couldnít keep my eyes off of you in the family photo.Ē
Ginny! Be serious!
Okay, seriously, it was nice and friendly, and thatís all I can really
expect, isnít it? Itís the first letter Harryís ever written me - I
think Iíll sleep with it under my pillow.
Iím not even going to answer that.
You just did. But Iím glad he liked it. Maybe we can at least be friends
this year, even if nothing more. And speaking of which, Iím going to
go study my DADA. Hermioneís right - weíre all woefully behind, and
if Iím going to hang out with them, which I still hope that I will,
Iíd better be prepared. Bye, Joanna.
Joanna, the strangest thing happened. Iím not really sure where to
The beginning, Ginny. Thatís where one usually starts.
Iím sticking my tongue out at you, Joanna. Well, I guess the beginning
is that, since Iíve been studying Charms and DADA a lot, I thought Iíd
work on a class that Iím not very good in, too, so I borrowed Ronís
fourth-year Divination book. I really donít like Divination much, or
our teacher. Iím not entirely sure why I signed up for the class
- Dad wanted me to take Muggle Studies - but I felt drawn to Divination,
like I just had to take it. But that was before my first class. Did
you know any True Seers, Joanna?
Yes. One of my friends had the Sight. Itís...not an unmixed blessing,
Ginny. Some of the things Catrin saw...well, she wouldnít tell us most
of them, and when we reached the point in time that she had seen, I
always knew why. My lifetime was one of the golden ages for Wales, but
that didnít mean that there werenít bad times. And now, with everything
thatís happening - did you have a vision, Ginny?
Iím getting there, Iím getting there. You told me to start at the beginning.
So I did.
Right. So, anyway, Professor Trelawney is not what Iíd call a True
Seer, and her classes always feel pretty silly, when Iím not falling
asleep. I still feel drawn to Divination, though - my Aunt Tatty (well,
sheís a first cousin, once-removed, but we call her aunt) gave me a
crystal ball for Christmas two years ago, even though I wasnít taking
it yet, and I just...I donít know how to describe it.
So I borrowed Ronís book, and that was my first shock, because it turned
out to be Harryís book. Ronís famous for the condition he lets his books
get into, so they were sharing this one. Thereís lots of stuff written
in the margins, mainly boring stuff like, ďWhen will this class end?
It must be four hundred degrees in here!Ē (Trelawney keeps her room
really warm) But then, there was this one set of comments, around the
time of the Yule Ball last year.
Oh, I loved to dance. Thatís one of the things I miss the most,
actually. Did you go to the Yule Ball?
Yes, but only because a fourth-year boy asked me. It was only for fourth-years
Was it Harry?
Of course not! Though I could have gone with him eventually, but by
that time I was glad I couldnít. See, thereís this boy in Harryís year,
Neville Longbottom - well, heís really nice, but really accident-prone
and forgetful, and not very good in his classes, except Herbology, Hermione
tells me. But nice, and when he asked me to go, I figured I wouldnít
be able to any other way, so I said yes. I knew Harry wanted to ask
Cho Chang, whoís a year older than he is, and really pretty. Sheís the
Ravenclaw Seeker. Even though sheís a year older, I thought she
'92d say yes. But she didnít, and when Harry was all broken up about
it, Ron said that he could go with me. With me right there.
Oh, breila. What was he thinking?
He wasnít. But thatís Ron. Then, after I left the room, Harry asked
Parvati Patil - just went up to her and asked her. He also asked if
she knew of a date for Ron, too, and she suggested her twin sister,
Padma. I guess they arranged it between them for Ron to ask Padma, basically
already knowing she would say yes. He first asked Fleur Delacour, who
was here for the Triwizard Tournament from Beauxbatons. Why he ever
thought she would say yes, I have no idea - I mean, she was a seventh
year, and sheís absolutely beautiful. And really snobby, though she
did get better as the year went on, at least towards Harry. But Ron
actually did ask her, and after she turned him down, he asked Hermione,
but not in a nice way. Luckily, she already had a date, so she turned
him down, too. Why do boys think weíre all just jumping at the chance
to date them, so much so that they donít have to be even remotely polite
Well...keep in mind that itís difficult to do the asking, Ginny.
You had it relatively easy - all you had to do was say yes or no.
Thatís what the comments in Harryís Divination book are about - they
must have been written the day Ron finally asked Padma. Here they are:
Ron: Thatís over with. Itís really not that difficult asking girls
to a ball.
Harry: It is when you actually want to go with her.
Ron: You know, Ginny probably would have broken her date with Neville
to go with you. I canít believe I just wrote ďdate with NevilleĒ and
ďGinnyĒ in the same sentence.
Harry: No, she wouldnít have.
Ron: Bet she would have - you know sheís cra-
Harry: Stop. Ginny wouldnít do that, she just wouldnít.
It sounds like he thinks highly of you.
It sort of does, doesnít it? Interesting...
And that was the strangest thing?
No, of course not. That was just a little strange. The strangest thing
was what happened when I started studying. I got my crystal ball out,
lit some candles (for the atmosphere, Trelawney said, though I never
really believed her, before) and started trying to scry. But the flickering
of the candlelight in the crystal was fascinating, so I watched that
instead, and then I...fell asleep. I think. Anyway, I had this dream.
Harry and I were dancing in a clearing in the forest. But sometimes
I wasnít me, and Harry wasnít Harry. I donít know who we were, exactly,
but Harry turned into another guy with black hair and glasses, but without
his green eyes, and I turned into another girl with red hair, though
it was darker than mine. But it was still us - I mean, the changes were
so fast, it was like flickering. First it was me and Harry, and then
it was these other two people. Oh, Iím not explaining this very well.
Thatís okay, Ginny. I think I can picture it. Did anything else
Yes, all of a sudden, a wolf bounded into the clearing. I knew I should
be terrified, but I wasnít - it felt completely natural. And the wolf
didnít attack or anything, it just started pacing in a circle around
us. Then, a big, black dog came running out of the forest, followed
by a little, gray rat. The rat looked just like Ronís old rat, Scabbers,
who was eaten by Hermioneís cat, Crookshanks, in my second year (and
you can just imagine the fight that took place over that!). But then,
I guess all rats look alike, at least to me. I never really liked Scabbers
much, but Iíd never tell Ron that. The dog and the rat started pacing
around Harry and me, too, just like the wolf. Then, suddenly, the rat
ran away, back into the forest, and the dog ran after it. The rest of
us just continued on as we were (this sounds so surreal, but it felt
right, while it was happening), until the dog came back with the rat
in its mouth. Then, I woke up. I was still sitting in the same position,
straight up on my bed, the crystal ball in front of me. Do you think
that was a vision, Joanna?
I must admit it sounds like one. Does any of that mean anything
Well, Harryís supposed to look just like his dad, except for the eyes,
and his mum had dark red hair. Iíve never seen a picture of them, but
Iíd bet thatís who the people we changed into were. What that means,
I donít know, though I do know what I hope it means! And the rest of
it means absolutely nothing to me. But I went up to talk to Ron about
it, since heís had a year more of Divination than I have. Of course,
he never pays much attention, and he usually fakes his homework - so
does Harry. I felt strange, though, and I needed someone to tell me
I wasnít crazy.
You donít sound crazy to me.
Thanks, Joanna. Anyway, I did feel a little weird telling Ron. I mean,
here I had a dream about his best friend, but Ron actually took it seriously.
And I could tell it meant something to him, though he wouldnít tell
me what. When I told him about the rat, he actually shuddered, and I
have no idea why. He certainly has no problem with rats - Scabbers slept
in his bed, for heavenís sake! But, like I said, he wouldnít tell me.
I wrote to Hermione about it - hopefully sheíll tell me more.
Let me know what she says.
Of course. Whew! My hand hurts, and Iím really sleepy. Maybe once I
sleep on this, itíll make more sense.
Maybe. Goodnight, Ginny.
Joanna, the strangest thing just happened.
I thought that happened yesterday.
Very funny. Another strange thing - Iím invited to spend the last two
weeks of the summer in a Muggleís house.
Just a random Muggle?
No, I met her in Diagon Alley at the beginning of the summer. Mum and
I went shopping, and she and her family were there shopping for her
brotherís first year stuff - heís starting at Hogwarts this year. We
started talking, because her brother was drawn like a Summoning Charm
to the Quidditch shop, and Miriam just couldnít believe it. Five minutes
in the wizarding world, she said, and heís already found out the popular
sport and has become obsessed. But sheís a total Muggle, and she doesnít
seem to mind that her brother is going to be able to do all this neat
stuff, and she wonít. She wants to study physics and astronomy, she
told me. Itíll be interesting talking to her about Arithmancy and our
Astronomy, donít you think?
So, youíre going?
Yes, and thatís the really interesting thing. When I got the invitation,
I immediately wanted to go - I mean, I really did like Miriam, and when
will I have an opportunity like this again? Hermione might be Muggle-born,
but sheís a witch through and through now. And I could tell that Dad
was just as excited as I was, but then Mum said, ďArthur,Ē in that voice
she uses when she wants to jolt him back to reality. So they went into
another room, and talked about it, and I know they contacted Dumbledore,
and then they told me why.
It turns out that Harry had a dream a while ago. He has these dreams
that are more like visions - Dumbledore thinks heís connected to You-Know-Who
by his curse scar. And he had one in which You-Know-Who said that he
would kill off all of Harryís friends and loved ones in order to break
him. Dumbledore had told Mum and Dad, because of how close Harry is
to all of us, but they hadnít told us kids. But now with this invitation...not
that I think Iím really that important to Harry, but he would be just
devastated if anyone was killed because of him. Mum and Dad didnít want
to let me go, but I wanted to so much, and Dumbledore asked them if
theyíd let me be bait. Well, not in so many words - thatís how I put
it. He didnít ask me, though - I do wish people wouldnít treat me like
You are only fourteen, Ginny.ain
I know, but I think thatís old enough to make a decision like this.
Anyway, thereís going to be lots of protection around me - Aurors around
the clock and lots of protective spells. So Iíll be quite safe, and
maybe weíll learn something of...you know, Joanna, itís silly to keep
saying You-Know-Who, isnít it? Iím going to be doing something to fight
him, I shouldnít be afraid to say his name. Harry isnít. Voldemort.
There, I did it. Maybe weíll learn something of Voldemortís plans.
Itís odd knowing something about Harry that Ron and Hermione donít,
Joanna. Dad said that Harry hasnít told anyone else, not even his godfather.
I didnít even know that Harry had a godfather. I mean, if he does,
why isnít he living with him instead of the Dursleys? But Dad wouldnít
tell me who it was - I think he regretted saying that much.
The bad thing is that I wonít be here when Harry comes to visit. Heís
coming for the last two weeks of summer.
Iím not sure thatís such a bad thing, Ginny.
Well, youíve always been there for him. Youíve always tagged along,
worshipful, havenít you? Every time Harry needed to see someone who
thought he was wonderful, he just had to look around, and there you
were. Now, you wonít be there, when he expects you to be. Have you ever
heard of the saying, ďAbsence makes the heart grown fonder?Ē
Yes, but...I donít think itís going to happen in this case.
Maybe not, but we wonít know until we try, will we? Ginny, can I
ask you something that you donít have to answer? What does your password
Oh. I have to give you the background. See, Mum didnít tell me she
was getting me a diary. She got you while I was talking to Miriam. She
gave you to me when weíd gotten home, and Fred and George were right
there in the room. Sometimes, I think that Mum isnít too bright. She
said not to use a password thatís too obvious, and Fred and George started
coming up with obnoxious ones.
Oh, you know. GaHP: Ginny and Harry Potter. ILH: I love Harry. OHHIRaW:
Over here, Harry, Iím ready and waiting - that oneís actually funny.
But I realized that no one really knew me, if they thought I would be
that stupid and obvious, and that you would be the only one to get the
full picture. I know that Iím taking a risk, writing in a diary again.
But I donít have many friends, and no close ones, and, much as I love
my family, I donít feel that they want to know everything in my life.
Only a diary will have to sit still for that, so only a diary will know
everything - or at least as much of everything as I tell it - you. Sorry.
So, anyway, my password stands for: Ginny Weasley, In Her Own Words.
Iím very proud of you, breila. Iím watching you grow up before
my very eyes. Or something like that.
Oh, Joanna, you do make me feel good. Good night. Next time I open
you, Iíll be in the Muggle world!
Good night, Ginny.
Okay, before I tell you anything about the Muggle world, I have to
tell you what Hermione wrote back about my dream. She thought the same
thing about the people as I did - that theyíre Harryís mum and dad.
She didnít say much more about that, though I could tell what she was
thinking. Anyway, she said that the wolf, dog, and rat signify some
of Harryís dadís closest friends. I donít know why, though I think she
does. She was very interested in the condition of the rat when the dog
brought it back in its mouth. So was Ron, when I told him, but I couldnít
tell either one of them much. I didnít see the rat move, but that didnít
mean it was dead, and the dream ended so soon after they came back,
that I just donít know. I wish I knew why the two of them are so interested
in this - if itís just some of Harryís dadís friends, why is it so important?
I donít know.
Neither do I. Well, I canít figure anything out here, but maybe I can
get more out of Hermione when I see her again. Joanna, the Muggle world
is so strange! And yet, so similar.
How so, Ginny?
Well, okay, letís start from the beginning (you like that, donít you?).
Mum and I came by Floo Powder, with the Longsí fireplace connected for
the day. I had asked Ron to come - more to help with my trunk than anything
else, truthfully - but he had just gotten a letter from Hermione, and
he wanted to bond with that for a while. So we tumbled out of the fireplace
(well, I tumbled out, Mum stepped out with dignity), to find all four
Longs waiting for us. They were really nice and welcoming, but Mr. and
Mrs. Long also looked completely freaked out. I realize that theyíre
not used to people coming out of their fireplace, but they were expecting
us! Anyway, Mrs. Long wanted to talk with Mum about Hogwarts and having
a wizard child (Mumís getting lots of practice with talks like this
- she should go into counseling, or something), so Miriam, William and
Mr. Long helped me take my stuff upstairs.
Their house is so predictable, Joanna! I mean, I know not all wizarding
houses look as haphazard as the Burrow, but the Longsí house is a box.
I had to go outside and look at it from the street before I could really
believe it. Donít they find it boring? I have to confess that I do.
As soon as we got my stuff into the guest room, Miriam pulled me into
her room and shut the door on William. I suppose Iím glad some things
are the same between the wizarding and Muggle worlds - Ronís done that
to me when Harry and Hermione are over. Then, she turned on her ďstereo,Ē
which plays music, like a wizard wireless, but such music, Joanna! All
these bands Iíve never heard of - I mean, the Weird Sisters are cool,
and Celestina Warbeck can be fun, but theyíre nothing like Queen, They
Might Be Giants, or U2. Miriam says sheís slightly old-fashioned, too,
or at least a little strange, and that the music she listens to isnít
exactly popular, so thereís lots more, too. I think Dad has a stereo
in his shed - heís just crazy about Muggle things in case I hadnít told
you before - so I should be able to listen to this music at the Burrow,
even though I canít at Hogwarts.
I knew Muggles had this thing called television, which they use instead
of magic to keep from getting bored. Hermione explained it all to me,
but what she didnít explain was something called science fiction. Miriam
just loves this - she has books and films about it - and the whole family
watches one show every night at the same time. Itís called Star Trek:
The Next Generation, and itís amazing. The idea is that itís the future,
and humanity has become part of a galactic federation, with other species
in it. What these Muggles come up with! And the show looks so real -
Miriam says the space scenes and aliens are done with something called
ďspecial effects.Ē Itís all technical, she says - no magic- but thatís
hard to believe.
And it has been fun to compare her astronomy and physics with my Astronomy
and Arithmancy. They learn much more about the processes behind astronomy
- how the stars and galaxies form, and things like that - which we donít
really touch. And she says that our Astonomy is almost a combination
of their astronomy and something called astrology, which, once she explained
it, sounded more like Divination to me. Miriam said that sheíd never
believed in astrology before, and, after she showed me the Ďhoroscopesí
in the newspaper, I had to agree with her - they were completely fake!
But I showed her my Divination book and crystal ball, though she couldnít
see anything in it.
Sheís so interested in all of my classes - she reminds me of Hermione.
I wish I could show her some Charms and Transfiguration, but I donít
want to get a letter from the Improper Use of Magic Office. When I told
Miriam about that, and all about the surveillance the Office uses, she
indignantly shrieked, ďBig Brother!Ē, which I gather is from a science
fiction book where everyone is watched for some sinister purpose. I
tried to explain that itís not like that, but I donít think she believed
Sorry to talk your head off, Joanna, but doesnít it all sound totally
Yes, it does. Have you -
Ooo - I forgot to tell you! Miriam has a book about you. Itís fiction,
though, so Iím sure you never said the things this Joanna said, but
Iím in the middle of it now, and itís really interesting. Did you really
plead with your father for him to allow your husband to surrender? How
brave of you, Joanna!
Yes, I did. It didnít seem really brave at the time, just necessary.
Ginny, when you get to my later life, remember that all the histories
of my time were written by men, and donít judge me too harshly.
I wonít. Though this novel is by a woman, and sheís treating you very
sympathetically. Iím sorry, Joanna, I interrupted you. What were you
going to ask?
Thatís okay, Ginny. I was going to ask if you have seen any signs
of Death Eaters, or Voldemort?
No. Maybe he doesnít know Iím here, or maybe he does, but he knows
of the Aurors protecting me. I havenít seen one yet, though Miriam and
I have gone to shops and the cinema (to see a science fiction film -
I tell you, sheís obsessed!) in the village. But Iím still here another
week, so hopefully something will happen.
Um, Ginny, Iím not sure you should hope for that.
Why not? Isnít that the point?
It would be dangerous for you, breila.
Not with all these Aurors around. Iím sure Iíll be fine. Oh, Joanna,
Iím really sleepy. I think Iíll turn the light out and go to sleep.
The light - it runs on electricity - Dad would be so happy. And now
I can correct his pronunciation, and now I know why Harry and Hermione
flinch every time he says Ďecceltricity,í or something else funny. You
know, Ronís really lucky to have found such nice friends. I hope...sorry,
just yawned there. I think Iíd better go to sleep. Good night, Joanna.
Good night, Ginny.
Joanna, Miriam would like to write in you, if thatís all right with
Of course itís all right, Ginny. Iíd love to meet her.
Hi, Joanna, itís Miriam.
Hi, Miriam. Itís a pleasure to meet you.
And you! I have to tell you, Iím having a hard time believing that
Iím talking to someone Iíve read about in history books.
Iím sure itís strange. I assure you that Iím real, though.
Oh, I know you are. Itís just all so weird. This is all new to me,
you know. I never knew a witch until I met Ginny.
And what do you think?
About Ginny? Oh, sheís just a normal girl. Iím actually really happy
about that, because I was worried about my brother. Heís starting at
Ginnyís school this year, and heís never been alone in a school before
- Iíve always been there. Not that I was protecting him, really, but
I was there. Williamís always been a little...different, so the other
kids teased him a little. Itís nice to know exactly why heís different.
And itís nice to know that even though witches and wizards are different,
theyíre also just normal kids. Ginnyís told me about her brothers, and
the problems she has making girl friends, and Iím just feeling very
Miriam, I havenít been Ginnyís diary very long, and she hasnít told
me yet that she has problems making girl friends.
Oh, well, she said that after the Chamber of Secrets -
No, no - I meant that she should tell me that.
Oh. Iím sorry. I didnít realize...but that makes sense.
...Miriam? Hello? ...Ginny? ...Whatís going on? ...Oh, someone say
Sorry, Joanna. Itís Ginny. Miriam felt really bad about telling you
something I hadnít yet. I had to explain to her that it just hadnít
come up yet. Here she is again. I told her that you could tell her about
something I hadnít yet.
But I donít know what you havenít told her, Ginny!
Itís Miriam, Joanna. So, what dirt can you tell me about Ginny?
Oh, you girls. Is Ginny sure about this?
Yes. Ginnyís a very...generous girl, isnít she? She really wants to
make things right, and she wants everyone to be happy.
Yes, she does. And I donít think she can say that she doesnít have
any girl friends anymore.
Aw, Joanna. Besides, she has Hermione. Man, we all have really weird
names, donít we?
I suppose so. But to get back to telling you about something Ginny
hasnít yet...well, sheís obviously told you about her family and Hermione,
and Hogwarts, and the Chamber of Secrets, which Iím actually a little
surprised at. She must be recovering quite a bit. The only other really
big thing - but Iím sure sheís told you about Harry already, too.
Harry? What, Ronís best friend? Well, sheís mentioned him.
Mentioned him, did she? Why donít you ask her about him? Youíll
get an ear full, so we might as well say good-bye now. Iím glad to have
met you, Miriam.
Me, too, Joanna! The only bad part is that I wonít be able to tell
anyone, because no one would ever believe me.
Hi, Joanna. Itís the last night before term starts. Miriam is already
asleep, but Iím wide awake still.
Hi, Ginny. How has the rest of your stay in the Muggle world been?
Oh, fine. Well, a little boring. I suppose I never really realized
how accustomed I am to things randomly blowing up, or flying through
the air, or people turning into canaries because of something they ate.
Iíll be glad to get back to Hogwarts. Not that Miriamís not fun to be
with, but I miss my brothers and Hermione. Weíve been writing back and
forth, using Pig (since Harry and Hermione are at the Burrow, Ron doesnít
need him), and I really think weíre friends now. Of course, it doesnít
hurt that sheís interested in my brother - she wants to get on my good
side! But Hermione is actually very like me, at least in that she doesnít
have any girl friends.
Do you want to talk about that?
Thereís really nothing much to talk about. I used to think it was something
wrong with me, that I had never made any friends. But now, I realize
that itís not - it was just circumstantial. Since there were so many
of us at home, we never had to look outside of ourselves for companionship,
and my last year at home I tried so hard to live vicariously through
Ron that I didnít go looking for friends. Then, when I finally got to
Hogwarts, I was already being influenced by the diary, so I was more
than ready to see any slights against me for being poor or whatever.
And after that year, the girls in my year thought I was crazy. They
still do, truthfully. Itís been hard, and Iím sure it didnít help that
Iíve always wanted to be with Ron, Harry, and Hermione, so I didnít
make the effort. Now that I have had a real opportunity, with Hermione
and Miriam, Iím having no problems. So, I feel better now.
Iím glad, Ginny. So...you only miss your brothers and Hermione.
Is that why you hadnít told Miriam about Harry, hmm?
Well, of course I miss Harry, too - that goes without saying. But Iím
determined not to mope around after him this year. I really think that
Hermione will want to spend time with me, and I hope that means Iíll
be spending time with Harry and Ron, too. (Really, both of them - Iíve
missed the close friendship I used to have with Ron.) But if the boys
donít want me around, Iíll try to accept that gracefully, and just be
a friend to Hermione. I know there have been times in the past couple
of years that sheís felt left out - the only girl with two boy friends.
If she feels she can come to me when that happens, Iíll be glad for
both our sakes. Oh, I have so much to talk about with her, now that
Iíve stayed in the Muggle world! Maybe between the two of us, we can
figure out how to get computers working at Hogwarts. Thereís got to
be a way, and just think of how much easier searching for books in the
library would be with a card catologue on computer! Miriam took me to
the library at the local university, and everythingís so organized.
Studying would be so much easier...thereís just got to be a way.
Oh, I forgot to tell you. Hermione wrote to tell me that one of my
letters to her got delivered to the wrong person. Pig delivered it to
Harry by mistake. I have no idea how - I donít care that their names
begin with the same initial, how could even Pig confuse them? But, anyway,
he did, but there were two amazing things about it. Hermione said that
Harry opened it when he was half asleep, so it took him a moment to
realize who it was from and who it was to, but once he did, he didnít
read it! Can you believe it? Ron would have read it in a second, I have
absolutely no doubt about that. But Harryís so noble.
I must say, he sounds it. Most boys, upon opening a letter from
a girl they know is interested in them, would certainly have read it.
What had you said about him in the letter?
Thatís the second amazing thing. The only thing I said was, ďIím glad
Harryís being so sympathetic about you and Ron.Ē Thatís it. Arenít you
proud of me? Iím getting so much better. And Iím getting really sleepy
now. Maybe some of Williamís energy got transferred to me somehow -
you wouldnít believe how excited that boy is. He keeps saying how much
he hopes to get Sorted into Gryffindor. Miriam, of course, says itís
to be near me (he has a bit of a crush - itís sweet, really), and that
heíll be better off in Ravenclaw. Iíve explained all the houses to her,
and I must say I agree with her. But I could see him as a Gryffindor,
too, so weíll just have to see where the Sorting Hat puts him.
Sounds like Williamís not the only one to be excited. But you should
probably get to sleep, Ginny.
I know, I know. Just think, Joanna, tomorrow Iíll be on the Hogwarts
***This is the end of part 2.***