Dear Ginny,
Do not keep a diary. Ever. Trust me on this ( Read more... )

Oh God, why are there feathers everywhere? Get rid of them! No one must see. What have I done now? I must be mad….Oh, Merlin. Oh…. no. Not again. Oh God, blood! I'm covered in bl--… no. It can't be blood. Paint. God, let it be paint. Oh God, please help me. Please help me. Someone help me. Mummy help me…

Dear Tom, I think I'm losing my memory. ( Read more... )

Can one transform a magical, non-living object into a living being? The Mirror of Erised wants to become human. It's even willing to risk losing its magical abilities. That takes a lot of courage. Ginny admires courage.

She asked the most qualified professor she could think of. Then she went to the library and read book after book in the ( Read more... )

Most people wish that I would be more ladylike. I'm not an idiot. I know what people say about me. Oh, that Ginny Weasley used to be such a nice, good girl. So quiet. So polite. So pleasant. Why, she was so quiet that she was practically invisible --and that's just how we like her best! Since when did she decide to suddenly start to like Quidditch ( Read more... )

Merlin, this question is easy enough to answer! My brother Percy! What a git he turned out to be. I always knew that he was a bit of a swot, but he still loved us all in his own stuck up way, or so I thought. Once he left school and went to work at the Ministry, he became absolutely insufferable. Before he finally moved out on his own, and that ( Read more... )

The best present that I ever gave to someone else technically wasn't really my gift. I was just the one who passed it on. Last year, the year that Dolores Umbridge took over at Hogwarts, my Mum made chocolate Easter eggs for the family and for Harry too, of course. She treated him just like a member of the family and she always gave him the same ( Read more... )

Ginny Weasley knows all about betrayal. When she was eleven years old, she fell in love with Tom Riddle. She gave Tom everything: all of her secrets, all of her hopes, all of her fears, all of her longing, all of her trust. She was an innocent, trusting, naive young girl on the cusp of adolescence who had fallen in love for the very first time. She ( Read more... )

My greatest strength is my bat bogey hex! Have you ever been hit by one of those? They're disgusting! Honestly, they're so vile that they'll even stop grown up Death Eaters in their tracks. Do you know how it works? It's sort of like an engorgement charm. The hex takes your bogies right out of your nose, makes them gigantic, gives them great ( Read more... )

It's a funny thing, meeting your soul mate when you're only eleven years old. No one takes you seriously. They think that you're just a silly, romantic little girl who doesn't know any better. That's what my brothers would think. Of course, it's not like any of them even had a girlfriend when they were in school except for Percy, and they all ( Read more... )

How to describe my house? I guess to a Muggle it would look a little bit crazy, but we're so isolated in the countryside near the village of Ottery St. Catchpole that not even the Muggle postman can find us. We call our house The Burrow. It's a little bit, well, a lot, lopsided and crooked but it's all held together with charms and enchantments so ( Read more... )