Post by GINEVRA WEASLEY on Aug 11, 2011 13:51:22 GMT -5
I remember, quite a few years ago, three to be exact, that it was my first year heading off to Hogwarts. I was so excited. I had heard all the stories of the magical school, starting with my brother Bill when I was very little, all the way up to when Ron went just a year before me. The summer before I went had to be the best one I had ever spent. It was all about preparing me to go to school. We bought robes, books, and other assorted items. Getting my wand was my favorite part, though. The wand was a wizard's companion; something they would have forever. It was essentially the most important part of a wizard. Without the wand, there was no magic. With no magic, there would be no Hogwarts, now would there? I ran into that wand shop, Olivander's, excited that this time going in, I would not just be accompanying Percy, Fred, George, or Ron to get theirs. This would be my time. The little Weasley would finally be on her way to becoming a powerful witch. The first to that would be getting her wand. Olivander, being the wise man he was, took one look at the small red headed girl; the last Weasley of her generation to grace the shop with her presence, and picked out the perfect wand for me. I stood, mouth wide, as he took the fourteen inch object out of an old, dusty box. He said he had made it years ago for someone he believed would have bravery, courage, spunk, and use it well. Olivander thought I would be perfect for the wand. He handed it over slowly, and I grabbed it eagerly, examining it first before that special bond between the wizard and the wand occurred. I knew right there that the wand had chosen me, and I had chosen it. It couldn't have been a more beautiful object. The wand, my wand, was dark wood, very long and slender. As I said earlier, it was fourteen inches, unicorn tail hair for the core, as my brother Ron and Charlie have, and holly wood. It was sort of curved towards the bottom, where your hand gripped it, and then had a diamond inlaid texture above that. I thanked Olivander for the wand, grinning ear to ear Mum said, and kept it by my side all the time. Even today I have a hard time being away from it. It gives you a sense of protection and comfort, you know? That was easily the best part of the day. Even the pumpkin ice cream that came afterwards couldn't compare. I half paid attention to the sweetness of it, because I kept playing around with my wand. I even shot a spell by accident, but it didn't hit anyone so I wasn't in too much trouble. I didn't know any formal spells at the time, or otherwise I could have caused a lot of trouble with that piece of wood.
After that summer I went off with Percy, Fred, George, and Ron to King's Cross Station. It was large as I remembered and as busy too. That was the first time I had come with my own cart and luggage, a suitcase that had a large G on the front (me and George had a hard time distinguishing whose bag was who). I hadn't had a pet because we could not afford one. That was okay, I wouldn't have a lot of time for a pet anyway. I could play with Ron's owl, or Harry's owl. It didn't matter to me. We never had a lot of money. So I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me, pushing the cart, having mum yelling at me to slow down before I tripped or ran into something. I didn't listen, because, hey, I never listened. Too headstrong in my ways, everyone told me. I was nervous about going through the wall into platform nine and three quarters, I didn't want to run into the wall and look dumb to all the muggles! With help from Fred and George, I made it through without a problem. And then right in front of me was the train that would take me to where I had been wanting to go for so long. I couldn't wait to make new friends and start flying lessons. Flying was already my passion. No one knew about my time sin the shed, stealing each brother's broom in turn and taking it out for a ride in the middle of the night. Now I didn't have to hide anymore. It was going to be great, and it was. Madame Hooch saw my skills immediately, and even thought she didn't put me on the team, I was always there in the back of her mind.
The ride there wasn't very exciting itself, but that's when I first met some people that would become long time friends. For some reason, I bonded better with Ron's friends better, even though they were a year above me. I was still little Ginny in their eyes in my first year, but as the years went by, they grew closer. But of course I'm only talking about my first year here so I'll get back on topic. Train ride, uninteresting. I made it there in one excited piece. I was hoping to be placed in Gryffindor like the rest of my family. And, I was lucky enough to have that come true. Everyone was excited; Fred and George were yelling obnoxiously, which made me blush red as my hair. The rest of the year, I thought, was going to go great. I was in Gryffindor, I had many friends, and I was learning magic. What could possibly go wrong? I didn't notice the diary that the wanker Malfoy slipped into my bag. I thought it was a present from Mum and Dad, so I had something to record my feeling sin for my first year. It was a brilliant thought on their part, I assumed, and I used it all the time. I talked of how I was never taken seriously, and that my brothers were always bothering me. I talked of my crush on Harry, and my troubles in herbology and potions. All stupid little girl things. The book talked back to me, which I figured Mum just charmed with some awesome bit of magic. I never would have assumed the most powerful evil dark wizard was talking to me through it. I never figured it was bad until about halfway through the year. That's when I started blanking out halfway through using the diary. I would at my desk in the common room, and the next minute I was standing in a corridor. It scared me. I flushed the book down the toilet, hoping to be rid of it forever.
And I never saw that book again. Not first hand. But even though the book was gone, the strange events kept occurring. I was still having moments where I couldn't remember where I was or what I was doing. I tried telling my brothers, but Percy wouldn't listen. Fred and George were too busy figuring out new pranks to be concerned for me, and was spending all of his time with Harry and Hermione. I felt all alone, and even though going to Madame Pomfrey would have been able to help her for sure, and save the rest of the problems that would occur next, I stayed quiet about it to everyone else. Who knew that would cause so many problems? A little while after that, I was becoming very, very nervous. I was always freaked out, and skittish, and everyone could tell. That was when people wanted to know what was wrong, and I would not tell them. My blackouts started occurring at the same time that threatening messages in blood started appearing on walls, and students, including Hermione, were being petrified. This was a scary time for everyone, and I almost felt that I was the cause of this. I found out a few days later, putting all the puzzle pieces together, that I was the one who made all these frightening events occur. Then I blacked out for a long, long time. The rest of this story comes from people who told me what had happened. So, apparently I had walked to the bathroom, the one that contained Moaning Myrtle, and opening the Chamber myself. I went inside and sat there. Tom Riddle, now known as Voldemort, had been possessing me every time I had a blackout. He made me do all those horrible things. Down in the Chamber, I started getting the life drained out of me. I kind of remember this, feeling weak and slowly slipping away. Somehow Harry had gotten to me with the help of my brother and Hermione. He fought Tom Riddle, he destroyed the basilisk, and he destroyed the horrid diary. I woke up with him standing over me. He saved me, and I was alive to tell this tale today. I can't say something like that hasn't affected me, because it has. I'm the only one to have been possessed by him, and have come out of it alive and sane. It still scares me to this day, knowing he was inside of me, that I communicated with him and shared secrets with him. My brothers, at least, will never belittle me about certain things again. All I know now, is that it's time for payback.
[/size] After that summer I went off with Percy, Fred, George, and Ron to King's Cross Station. It was large as I remembered and as busy too. That was the first time I had come with my own cart and luggage, a suitcase that had a large G on the front (me and George had a hard time distinguishing whose bag was who). I hadn't had a pet because we could not afford one. That was okay, I wouldn't have a lot of time for a pet anyway. I could play with Ron's owl, or Harry's owl. It didn't matter to me. We never had a lot of money. So I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me, pushing the cart, having mum yelling at me to slow down before I tripped or ran into something. I didn't listen, because, hey, I never listened. Too headstrong in my ways, everyone told me. I was nervous about going through the wall into platform nine and three quarters, I didn't want to run into the wall and look dumb to all the muggles! With help from Fred and George, I made it through without a problem. And then right in front of me was the train that would take me to where I had been wanting to go for so long. I couldn't wait to make new friends and start flying lessons. Flying was already my passion. No one knew about my time sin the shed, stealing each brother's broom in turn and taking it out for a ride in the middle of the night. Now I didn't have to hide anymore. It was going to be great, and it was. Madame Hooch saw my skills immediately, and even thought she didn't put me on the team, I was always there in the back of her mind.
The ride there wasn't very exciting itself, but that's when I first met some people that would become long time friends. For some reason, I bonded better with Ron's friends better, even though they were a year above me. I was still little Ginny in their eyes in my first year, but as the years went by, they grew closer. But of course I'm only talking about my first year here so I'll get back on topic. Train ride, uninteresting. I made it there in one excited piece. I was hoping to be placed in Gryffindor like the rest of my family. And, I was lucky enough to have that come true. Everyone was excited; Fred and George were yelling obnoxiously, which made me blush red as my hair. The rest of the year, I thought, was going to go great. I was in Gryffindor, I had many friends, and I was learning magic. What could possibly go wrong? I didn't notice the diary that the wanker Malfoy slipped into my bag. I thought it was a present from Mum and Dad, so I had something to record my feeling sin for my first year. It was a brilliant thought on their part, I assumed, and I used it all the time. I talked of how I was never taken seriously, and that my brothers were always bothering me. I talked of my crush on Harry, and my troubles in herbology and potions. All stupid little girl things. The book talked back to me, which I figured Mum just charmed with some awesome bit of magic. I never would have assumed the most powerful evil dark wizard was talking to me through it. I never figured it was bad until about halfway through the year. That's when I started blanking out halfway through using the diary. I would at my desk in the common room, and the next minute I was standing in a corridor. It scared me. I flushed the book down the toilet, hoping to be rid of it forever.
And I never saw that book again. Not first hand. But even though the book was gone, the strange events kept occurring. I was still having moments where I couldn't remember where I was or what I was doing. I tried telling my brothers, but Percy wouldn't listen. Fred and George were too busy figuring out new pranks to be concerned for me, and was spending all of his time with Harry and Hermione. I felt all alone, and even though going to Madame Pomfrey would have been able to help her for sure, and save the rest of the problems that would occur next, I stayed quiet about it to everyone else. Who knew that would cause so many problems? A little while after that, I was becoming very, very nervous. I was always freaked out, and skittish, and everyone could tell. That was when people wanted to know what was wrong, and I would not tell them. My blackouts started occurring at the same time that threatening messages in blood started appearing on walls, and students, including Hermione, were being petrified. This was a scary time for everyone, and I almost felt that I was the cause of this. I found out a few days later, putting all the puzzle pieces together, that I was the one who made all these frightening events occur. Then I blacked out for a long, long time. The rest of this story comes from people who told me what had happened. So, apparently I had walked to the bathroom, the one that contained Moaning Myrtle, and opening the Chamber myself. I went inside and sat there. Tom Riddle, now known as Voldemort, had been possessing me every time I had a blackout. He made me do all those horrible things. Down in the Chamber, I started getting the life drained out of me. I kind of remember this, feeling weak and slowly slipping away. Somehow Harry had gotten to me with the help of my brother and Hermione. He fought Tom Riddle, he destroyed the basilisk, and he destroyed the horrid diary. I woke up with him standing over me. He saved me, and I was alive to tell this tale today. I can't say something like that hasn't affected me, because it has. I'm the only one to have been possessed by him, and have come out of it alive and sane. It still scares me to this day, knowing he was inside of me, that I communicated with him and shared secrets with him. My brothers, at least, will never belittle me about certain things again. All I know now, is that it's time for payback.
