Dear, Tom

chapter 1

                               Ginny Weasley, August 3rd, 1992
Dear Diary,
  This is your end i guess. i cant believe i've used you for 2 years now! its very sad though, as i'm starting hogwarts this year, which i'm very excited about! about 2 days ago, ron fred and george came home with harry potter! i haven't seen him since my brothers came home from last term at hogwarts! he's a hero, and i can't believe he's friends with ron! i just can't act normal when i'm around him, i keep knocking things over, like yesterday i spilled my porridge when he walked in! he's also a quidditch star! just everything about harry is perfect, i just wish he would notice me. we're soon expecting our hogwarts letters, and then we'll go into diagon alley, which is even more exciting now that we're buying things for me also! its very bad that mummy and daddy can't afford a lot though, so i'm expecting we'll be buying second hand things:( i better get going now, mum is calling me, bye!!
Love, Ginny
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  once i finish writing my final word, i close my diary, put my quill down, cap the ink bottle, and set my diary on the top of my drawer, although i'm not very tall so i step up on my bed to reach it. i don't want anyone to touch my belongings, especially with 4 brothers!
  i jump of my bed and put my hair into a ponytail, my fiery red hair clashing with the orange hair band. i run into the bathroom, which i've mastered quite well now since i have a big family, and go to brush my teeth. i look for my purple toothbrush in the clatter of them.
  i look in the mirror at my appearance: red hair, brown eyes, freckles, though very few, and my hand knitted pajamas, thanks to my mum. i look, well, very weasley.
we are a very well known pure blood family, not that it matter either way, because we are what they call "blood traitors," just because my dad is fascinated with all things muggle, being the head of the misuse of muggle artifacts office at the ministry of magic.
   "ginny dear, breakfast!" i spit out my mouthwash and yell back "yes mum!" as i put down the cup and sprint down the stairs.
      i go down into the small kitchen, and take my seat next to george. i quickly glance at harry and say quietly "good morning," and he replies with a small smile, making me blush.
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"now everyone, we'll go on with our day but tomorrow we will be going to diagon alley, i see the screech owls bringing them in now." as soon as mum finishes her sentence, the owls burst in to the house, leaving 6 letters, each taking a piece of bacon and drinking a bit of water from errol's cage, they set of back to where they came from.
  at the same moment, everyone grabs their letter, including me. it says the same thing it told bill, charlie, percy, fred & george, and ron, but instead, it says Ms. G. Weasley, The Burrow, Ottery St Catchpole, England.
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lol i had this idea literally idk why but yeah so i'm gonna write the Chamber of Secrets but in Ginny's POV & idk if anyone has done this but i'm hoping nobody is gonna tell me off for copying bc i swear this came to my mind eating tacos omg HAHAHA