1st July 2004
Dear Diary… (wow that sounds stupid, I'm writing to a book. Might as well put 'dear Ginny' or 'To me' or something)
Oh god I'm so tired! Another year of school finally over! I've just had to drag my trunk up three flights of stairs, you'd think we'd be allowed to use magic now, with you-know-who being back and everyone knowing about it! But no, I still have to nearly die of exhaustion every time I walk up the bloody stairs! So now I've just collapsed onto my bed, deciding it's time to begin actually writing a diary - one that I seriously hope doesn't talk back to me this time! I got this for Christmas but never actually used it, so now I reckon it's about time I wrote things down, all the things I don't want to forget, or talk to other people about. So I'll just tell 'em to myself instead.
I've been thinking a lot about the last year at Hogwarts on the train home. Its been an eventful year! Getting together with Michael, all those secret meetings and Hogsmeade weekends with him, it was totally amazing! Then Ron found out, which was funny at first but ended up ruining everything, I guess Michael couldn't take the insults and threats and decided to run away to Cho instead.
Finally getting Harry out of my mind - an achievement of which I'm was especially proud! It took me long enough!
Umbridge arriving at school, the ministry decrees, the detentions, the bloody awful defence lessons! And Dumbledore's Army - our brilliant act of rebellion. That secret defence club was what kept me going all year, well, that and Fred and George's pranks and Skiving snackboxes, which was a great help too.
The break-up with Michael. Argh that was not nice! But Dean was there for me though, and he's quite a nice guy really, he likes me a lot I think, and I kinda like him too. I think.
The Department of Mysteries and the death eaters! I have never been so scared in all my life, I really thought we were all going to die. I can't remember a lot of what happened, a stunning spell hit me in the head and apparently shook up my short-term memories according to Madam Pomfrey. Well whatever the reason I'm glad of it! But you know what? I actually felt a strange elation while fighting, I don't really know why. But I felt that I was doing something right, something actually helpful rather then just sitting back watching Harry, Ron and Hermione become the heroes and saving the day. But then I got stunned, and woke up to find myself in the Hospital Wing, Hermione unconscious on a bed one side of me, Ron and Neville on the other. It didn't feel so good then. Then I was told about Sirius.
Oh god, Sirius. I didn't even known him that well, and now I really really regret it! And Harry! I can't even begin to imagine what he's going through - his only connection to his parents gone. His dad's best friend! Harry has been like a ghost the last few weeks at school, hardly talking to anyone, sending everyone out of their minds with worry. I just hope he's gonna be ok with the muggles. At least he doesn't have to be there long - Dumbledore told mum that he can come here in a few weeks. Well, that's if we're still here of course, it all depends on the 'Second War'. That's what the Prophet is calling it, although nothing else has happened since June, it's all been really quiet since the fight at the Ministry.
No one knows what's going on, the death eaters that we caught are still holed up in Azkaban, with at least five Aurors guarding each one all the time. But everyone's on edge though, we all know they're going to escape at some point. I haven't even seen dad yet, not properly. He was at the train station to meet us, but then had to rush off back to the Ministry. They are really starting to depend on him now, mum says he's really busy, hardly has any time at home since the 'Ministry Incident' - another of the Prophet's names that's caught on. And for course Harry is now once again the hero of the piece, the 'boy-who-lived-again' after another encounter with Voldemort, and of course Ron and Hermione are the sidekick and heroine.
The rest of us were mentioned in the Prophet's write-up, but not as though we actually did anything more useful than get ourselves in the way of the real heroes and trip over our own feet. But that's the way of things I suppose, I'm always just 'that girl that fancies Harry Potter' or 'Fred and George's little sister' or something else equally dismissive and unimportant. But I'm really sick of it! I'm going to be 15 in a few months, I don't want to be daddy's little girl any more! Or the baby of the family! Why can't I just me?
Oh this is going well isn't it?! I started off talking about the last year at Hogwarts and end up complaining to myself about how much I hate being small and insignificant to everyone. Great going Ginny, just get yourself worked up about nothing! Right, I'm off, gonna stop talking to myself now.
Summer 2004 - 5th July
Five days into the holidays and I am bloody sick of everything. With father gone this place is a mess. Mother is a wreck, she's spent the last few weeks crying and just hovering around the place according to Mag (our new elf). And it's been worse since I came home, every time she sees me she rushes out the room sobbing about how I remind her of father. Its appalling to see a Malfoy act so weak. Her disgraceful conduct will reflect on the way the world sees the Malfoys. And seeing a Malfoy crying and pathetic is enough to make the Dark Lord cringe!
If she doesn't pull herself together soon I'll have to do it for her. I'm not so twisted as to use force on my own mother, but words will be exchanged and I will remind her that she is a Malfoy and the head of this family while Father's away.
He won't be gone for long, we will have him back home in a matter of weeks. He's still stuck in that mudblood infested hole with the others. I feel physically ill just thinking of a Malfoy surrounded by that filth that call themselves the 'Order'. Of course it's almost as bad at bloody Hogwarts, at least there I can keep the muggle lovers and mudbloods away, but father is surrounded by them day and night, defenceless as a baby! I will not stand for this! Those muggle loving fools will soon know the true power of the Dark Lord and his followers! On the 21st July the world will come crashing down around their ears! Oh yes, we know where their headquarters is. And once father is free they will regret opposing us! And I will love to see the look on Potter's face when he sees me standing beside my father, both our wands pointed at that stupid scar of his. And they think their headquarters is so secret! We've known for months that it's been the weasels' hovel. that's where the so-called 'Order' have been hiding out for a year! And we intend to burn it down, they might even be inside it at the time. One can hope.
I must go, we've got company arriving soon and I must sort out mother before the others get here. I will not let her attend the meeting if she continues as she is, and I dare not let the Malfoys be seen as weak, we have too much to lose.