Ginny Weasley and the Secret Rebellion [1]

Chapter 1/ 12 Grimmauld Place

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I used to believe that summer break from school was one of the best parts of the year. Resting, doing whatever you please, and making bomb plans.

Well, now I don't think that anymore.

I sighed as I looked through the window, thinking of my past year at Hogwarts, and the year that was yet to come.

The more I thought of it, the more I missed the corridors, my common room, the food, the laughter, the adrenaline you feel when you break a rule, but most of all, I missed my friends.

Since we arrived at Number 12 Grimmauld place the second day summer started, things got kind of restricted. Many daily day activities became a thing of the past, at least for this summer. It was all because the place was a secret reunion point for an organisation named The Order of the Phoenix.

My thoughts were soon interrupted by Hermione's constant pacing back and forth, and her muttering stuff under her breath I couldn't make out, but she did looked stressed.

"Hermione, you know I love you, but stop moaning, you mildly remind me of Moaning Myrtle." I finally said something to her after what looked like years of silence, each of us sunk in our own world.

"Shh, Ginny. I'm thinking over stuff." She silenced me, not bothering to stop walking like crazy.

I plopped my head down. What was this girl talking about so hardly? Wondering how to annoy Ginny, that must be it, I thought, even though I knew Hermione had more interesting things to think about than how to annoy me.

I decided to ignore it, and started drumming my fingers on the little desk I had in front of me. The house was much more different than the Burrow was, and I'm sure most normal people would say it was much better, but when it came to me, I missed my little cozy bedroom where I could shut all my brothers out if they annoyed me. Except Fred and George now. They've been apparating all around the place, since they are now of age. Those two hardly walk now. And they even apparated into the same spot once. It's a new obsession.

"Mum! Are you sure they're bringing Harry?!" Ron's voice suddenly rang through the house. I quickly stopped what I was doing at the mention of Harry.

"For the millionth time, Ronald, yes!" Mum called back at him, probably from the kitchen.

I calmed myself down, there was no point in feeling nervous or anxious over the fact Harry was coming over. I've known him for four years now, he's just Ron's best friend. That's what I was trying to convince myself of.

"Still like him, don't you?" Hermione asked knowingly. I doubted for a couple seconds if she had read my mind.

You see, Harry Potter wasn't only my brother's best friend, as much as I'd like him to be just that. He also happened to be my long time crush. It's been four years since I saw him at King's Cross, that means I've been liking him for four years straight.

"Yeah..." I couldn't lie. Though it was different now. I used to practically go mute whenever he talked to me, even more after he saved me from the chamber of secrets.

"You do know that he fancies Cho Chang..." Hermione said in a soft voice. And I did know that. At first, it was a punch straight in the guts. I've learned to live with it. Even as little, I was aware that at some point, he had to like someone. Someone that wasn't me.

"I do." I nodded once. My original plan for the year was being single and free, clearing my mind out of my small girl crush. But Michael Corner changed those plans. But he seemed so hopeful and happy that I decided to give him a chance. After all, maybe I did end up liking him. "And I'm taking your advice. It's a little hard, but I can take it."

"I know you will be able to." Hermione grinned. "You're a strong girl."

I was about to answer until I observed two letters had just arrived, one was from one of my best friends at Hogwarts, Allana Lewis, and the other one from my boyfriend, Michael Corner. It was his usual letter. He sent me one every two days.

Nevertheless, I went to open Allana's one first. As much as I was trying to give Michael the attention he deserved, I was slightly more pumped up to see what my best friend had to say.

'My beloved Gingerbread,

HELLO! How's it been for you?

I think I'm great, except Danielle just got a work, I think I miss her weirdness already. But Mum and Dad say they have enough with my own weirdness. They're lying. Probably just trying to make me feel better about it. They know they'll miss her too.

On to other topics, I visited Gavin's house a couple days ago. It's just so big and- mysterious! And his parents are lovely! I hope they don't think I'm a bad person or anything... Just a very crazy one.

I feel like I'm talking to a wall, Gin Gin, you haven't answered to any of my letters. I know they've been only five but I worked with love for them. Where are you? Are you moving on from me?

I hope you reply to me, because else, I'll start to tell my owl to pick you until you write back.

-Allana'

And I would reply to all of the letters I had gotten, but professor Dumbledore had gotten strict about that matter. Because of the house being a hiding place for the Order of the Phoenix, writing replies got complicated, not to mention that we had Sirius Black in here, too.

I sighed deeply as I played with my quill, thinking if I should bug Mum to let me send notes to each of my friends, and partly waiting for something interesting to happen.

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Hello everyone, it's the author here.

So I'd like to say the Harry Potter plot line and a good part of this story's characters belong to the out sanding J.K. Rowling. If I did own the Harry Potter series, man, I'd be crying right now because of the brilliant mind I'd have.

However, characters such as Allana Lewis, Emily Ashworth, Gavin Stewart, and some others that will appear along the progress of these series DO completely belong to me. You cannot use them in any of your stories inside or outside Wattpad without my permission.

I'm just gonna leave the copyright symbol right here again, because it's really cute and stunning (and to remind you of my point).

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