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Ginny Weasley
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26 July 2027 @ 08:23 pm
The journal of Ginny Weasley
IT'S TRUE. SPOILERS GALORE.
FOR ORDER OF THE PHOENIX MOVIE AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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14 March 2008 @ 11:48 pm
Resurrect the evening [brought it back as it filled in]
It was rare that Ginny Weasley went to the Ministry these days. It had been years, ages really, since the War and she still couldn't get over the bigotry and idiocy she'd seen contained within the walls.
She went when it was needed and nevermore.
She'd offered this time. She needed to fill out some sort of paperwork for something or other and to be perfectly honest she knew that they'd been waiting so long that neither she nor Harry actually remembered what it was.
Even without the blatant corruption, the Ministry still ran as worked as slow as her children did their summer homework -- always at the last minute and always with guaranteed whining. As if they hadn't had all summer to do it.
(Of course, their Weasley and Potter genes probably didn't help when they were stuck inside during a bright summer day.)
Regardless, she left Harry and the children in London and hurried through the Ministry. The paperwork (for a wand that had be replaced three years ago) was over quickly and Ginny had almost made it back to the queue when something caught her eye. It was nothing more than the flutter of an interoffice memo, but it hit the light just so to make it glitter like a thousand prophecies falling to the ground.
Perhaps just being there was what was stirring up old memories.
Taking a deep breath, Ginny turned on her heel, cursing herself for being so idiotic, and made her way to where they'd battled the Death Eaters when she was just a teenager. Trolling the halls she remembered everything that had gone on down there, everything they'd been through that no one except them could really imagine. They were only kids.
She peeked through the doors, seeing the bell, the brains, the aftermath of the prophesy room. She didn't go into the room with the veil, she wasn't a masochist, and when she stopped her stroll down memory lane she found herself in front of the door she knew wouldn't open.
It was that room. The one no one ever talked about because it contained a power stronger than anything else in the world.
... But well, she was still a Weasley.
Tucking her hair behind her ears she put her hand on the doorknob. This could end terribly. Turning the doorknob she pushed and to her surprise the door swung freely. Stepping through it, she was surprised to find herself on the street in London.
"Gin! Over here!"
Turning, she found the person calling to her and hurried over to her husband. Maybe that was why no one knew what was behind that door, because they didn't know what they had. Even if it was right under their noses.
She went when it was needed and nevermore.
She'd offered this time. She needed to fill out some sort of paperwork for something or other and to be perfectly honest she knew that they'd been waiting so long that neither she nor Harry actually remembered what it was.
Even without the blatant corruption, the Ministry still ran as worked as slow as her children did their summer homework -- always at the last minute and always with guaranteed whining. As if they hadn't had all summer to do it.
(Of course, their Weasley and Potter genes probably didn't help when they were stuck inside during a bright summer day.)
Regardless, she left Harry and the children in London and hurried through the Ministry. The paperwork (for a wand that had be replaced three years ago) was over quickly and Ginny had almost made it back to the queue when something caught her eye. It was nothing more than the flutter of an interoffice memo, but it hit the light just so to make it glitter like a thousand prophecies falling to the ground.
Perhaps just being there was what was stirring up old memories.
Taking a deep breath, Ginny turned on her heel, cursing herself for being so idiotic, and made her way to where they'd battled the Death Eaters when she was just a teenager. Trolling the halls she remembered everything that had gone on down there, everything they'd been through that no one except them could really imagine. They were only kids.
She peeked through the doors, seeing the bell, the brains, the aftermath of the prophesy room. She didn't go into the room with the veil, she wasn't a masochist, and when she stopped her stroll down memory lane she found herself in front of the door she knew wouldn't open.
It was that room. The one no one ever talked about because it contained a power stronger than anything else in the world.
... But well, she was still a Weasley.
Tucking her hair behind her ears she put her hand on the doorknob. This could end terribly. Turning the doorknob she pushed and to her surprise the door swung freely. Stepping through it, she was surprised to find herself on the street in London.
"Gin! Over here!"
Turning, she found the person calling to her and hurried over to her husband. Maybe that was why no one knew what was behind that door, because they didn't know what they had. Even if it was right under their noses.
02 March 2008 @ 08:52 pm
unlocked, because you're all wusses
giggly04 February 2008 @ 12:47 am
*tehehe*
Ginny Potter was walking down the street, fresh from handing in a brilliant article to the editor of the Daily Prophet when she stopped dead in her tracks. What was this?
Some bitch had stolen her face. As Harry would say, really foul dark magic was about.
Oh no. It was just some unoriginal crackpot who thought she could climb in Harry Freakin' Potter's pants by wearing her face.
Please.
Ginny rolled her eyes and stepped closer to the women who was obviously under the influence of polyjuice. And Ginerva Weasley Potter roundhouse kicked her to the frontal lobe.
"Step off my husband, crack whore."
Yeah, bounce catch that. Bitch what.
Some bitch had stolen her face. As Harry would say, really foul dark magic was about.
Oh no. It was just some unoriginal crackpot who thought she could climb in Harry Freakin' Potter's pants by wearing her face.
Please.
Ginny rolled her eyes and stepped closer to the women who was obviously under the influence of polyjuice. And Ginerva Weasley Potter roundhouse kicked her to the frontal lobe.
"Step off my husband, crack whore."
Yeah, bounce catch that. Bitch what.
28 January 2008 @ 12:48 am
Unicorn
"... What's that supposed to be?"
"It's a unicorn, Gin."
Ginny looked at her brother and scoffed. She was seven and she scoffed at him. "Doesn' look like a unicorn," she told him with a tone she'd adopted from their mother.
It did actually look like a very nice unicorn, it was silver and it had a horn that looked swirly like an ice cream cone. But she was seven, she knew the rules. This was her brother; she couldn't very well compliment him on something when she could insult him. Yes, Fred and George had taught her well.
They were also in the room making sure she did well at the new Weasley Rules they had just explained to her.
Flashing them a smile behind Ron's back, she watched as they grinned back and then headed back into the kitchen.
"I like it," she told Ron in a conspiratorial whisper.
He blinked at her, confused with her complete 180. "What?"
"I like it."
"... really?"
"Yeah."
Eight year old Ron held out the crayoned drawing and Ginny took it with a smile before running up the stairs to hang it on her wall. Fred and George may have had their Weasley Rules, but Ginny had her 'Best Baby Sister in the World Rules'.
"It's a unicorn, Gin."
Ginny looked at her brother and scoffed. She was seven and she scoffed at him. "Doesn' look like a unicorn," she told him with a tone she'd adopted from their mother.
It did actually look like a very nice unicorn, it was silver and it had a horn that looked swirly like an ice cream cone. But she was seven, she knew the rules. This was her brother; she couldn't very well compliment him on something when she could insult him. Yes, Fred and George had taught her well.
They were also in the room making sure she did well at the new Weasley Rules they had just explained to her.
Flashing them a smile behind Ron's back, she watched as they grinned back and then headed back into the kitchen.
"I like it," she told Ron in a conspiratorial whisper.
He blinked at her, confused with her complete 180. "What?"
"I like it."
"... really?"
"Yeah."
Eight year old Ron held out the crayoned drawing and Ginny took it with a smile before running up the stairs to hang it on her wall. Fred and George may have had their Weasley Rules, but Ginny had her 'Best Baby Sister in the World Rules'.
08 December 2007 @ 03:57 am
God rest ye merry Hippogriffs...
Tis the Season and all that! Let's have some fun before pre-Christmas retail and planning drives us all batty And since we all know it's better to give than to receive...
Post the name of your character here and Ginny will give you a Christmas gift! I'll write what she gives you and how she gives it to you!
Post the name of your character here and Ginny will give you a Christmas gift! I'll write what she gives you and how she gives it to you!
29 November 2007 @ 06:58 am
In The Aftermath
[Let's call this a thought process. If you don't recognize the lyrics I will mentally beat you.]
They'd lost so much in the Second War, families and friends and lovers, all disappearing into a starless night, quickly becoming shells only held on by memories. Fifty students, classmates and friends, countless Aurors, members of the DA, members of the Order, dead. All dead. There's a list of names, she knows where it is, but she's never had the courage too look, it would hurt so much more to see their names scrawled in black ink on a piece of parchment. Like maybe if she ignored it long enough it would become a nightmare and one day she would wake up. It wasn't a nightmare, and she couldn't wake up from it.
Living is easy with your eyes closed.
So she just kept going. Comparatively, to people who'd lost their entire families, to Harry and little Teddy, she hadn't lost much- but Fred was more than enough for her. Her sweet, gentle, and horridly overprotective brother. Merlin, she missed him.
Misunderstanding all you see.
But she just kept going. Slowly things started to go back to what could be considered normal, because everyone knew normal was never going to come again. It was long gone. The school was repaired, shops rebuilt, people returned to the safety of their homes and life went on. It hurt, but it went on. Life had a funny way of doing that.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It just kept going. People who were thought to be gone forever returned, traitors turned tail and returned home, Ginny and Harry 'reunited' in a tangle of legs and laughs-fitting right back into the nook they'd left.
Nothing is real.
Years went by and memories faded, more pictures were brought out because it hurt more to forget then it did to remember. New memories were created, graduations and promotions, first steps and first kisses, weddings and births, deaths and funerals, highs and lows as usual.
Let me take you down, because I'm going.
But then the New War came. Memories, seemingly lost forever resurfaced young and bright and gloriously real, hugging became the new handshake. No one knew what was going to stay; living life to the fullest became the new course of action. Seize the day, seize life.
Always know sometimes I think it's me
But she just kept going, kept fighting. Battles were won and lost on both sides. Families reunited and were torn apart, every day was a new casualty. Another classmate, friend, lover, mentor- gone. And Ginny wished, over and over and over again, that it was just a dream. It never was. She wasn't strong enough, she couldn't do it, she couldn't keep going, but people needed her.
But you know I know when it's a dream
So she just kept going. Her world was flipped upside down, inside out, every which way but right. Tigers showed their stripes, hopes and faiths were destroyed, blood was shed for nothing more than some archaic idea to power was stronger than love.
I think I know I mean yes, but it's all-wrong.
It just kept going. People died. Aurors, death eaters, innocents, all dead- for the cause. Ginny watched feeling helpless, fighting her own battles, watching the people she loved fighting, losing, dying, which she watched.
That is I think I disagree.
And then the war was over. It stopped. Life kept going, but the war stopped. The school was repaired, shops rebuilt, people returned to the safety of their homes, orphans found families, families found more family and life went on. It hurt, but it went on. Life has a funny way of doing that.
It won't be long...
They'd lost so much in the Second War, families and friends and lovers, all disappearing into a starless night, quickly becoming shells only held on by memories. Fifty students, classmates and friends, countless Aurors, members of the DA, members of the Order, dead. All dead. There's a list of names, she knows where it is, but she's never had the courage too look, it would hurt so much more to see their names scrawled in black ink on a piece of parchment. Like maybe if she ignored it long enough it would become a nightmare and one day she would wake up. It wasn't a nightmare, and she couldn't wake up from it.
Living is easy with your eyes closed.
So she just kept going. Comparatively, to people who'd lost their entire families, to Harry and little Teddy, she hadn't lost much- but Fred was more than enough for her. Her sweet, gentle, and horridly overprotective brother. Merlin, she missed him.
Misunderstanding all you see.
But she just kept going. Slowly things started to go back to what could be considered normal, because everyone knew normal was never going to come again. It was long gone. The school was repaired, shops rebuilt, people returned to the safety of their homes and life went on. It hurt, but it went on. Life had a funny way of doing that.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It just kept going. People who were thought to be gone forever returned, traitors turned tail and returned home, Ginny and Harry 'reunited' in a tangle of legs and laughs-fitting right back into the nook they'd left.
Nothing is real.
Years went by and memories faded, more pictures were brought out because it hurt more to forget then it did to remember. New memories were created, graduations and promotions, first steps and first kisses, weddings and births, deaths and funerals, highs and lows as usual.
Let me take you down, because I'm going.
But then the New War came. Memories, seemingly lost forever resurfaced young and bright and gloriously real, hugging became the new handshake. No one knew what was going to stay; living life to the fullest became the new course of action. Seize the day, seize life.
Always know sometimes I think it's me
But she just kept going, kept fighting. Battles were won and lost on both sides. Families reunited and were torn apart, every day was a new casualty. Another classmate, friend, lover, mentor- gone. And Ginny wished, over and over and over again, that it was just a dream. It never was. She wasn't strong enough, she couldn't do it, she couldn't keep going, but people needed her.
But you know I know when it's a dream
So she just kept going. Her world was flipped upside down, inside out, every which way but right. Tigers showed their stripes, hopes and faiths were destroyed, blood was shed for nothing more than some archaic idea to power was stronger than love.
I think I know I mean yes, but it's all-wrong.
It just kept going. People died. Aurors, death eaters, innocents, all dead- for the cause. Ginny watched feeling helpless, fighting her own battles, watching the people she loved fighting, losing, dying, which she watched.
That is I think I disagree.
And then the war was over. It stopped. Life kept going, but the war stopped. The school was repaired, shops rebuilt, people returned to the safety of their homes, orphans found families, families found more family and life went on. It hurt, but it went on. Life has a funny way of doing that.
It won't be long...
MOOD: 
thoughtful
thoughtful21 September 2007 @ 06:46 pm
.. I rule.
| Ginny Weasley - a pound of sexiness - 2 teaspoons of confidence - 2 heaping tablespoons of loyalty Blend together quickly and serve. | |
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PLACE: hogwart's
MOOD: 
cheerful
cheerful18 September 2007 @ 02:17 am
One Wish
Honestly? I wish I wasn't still in school. I hate being so far away from everyone. It's just me and Luna, the last ones left. (Well not really, but...)
I wish that Harry and I could have stayed in Ireland and ... watched the cows. The cows were fascinating. And it's so green there. Even Sirius' impromptu visit didn't ruin anything. Life was good. It was peaceful and happy and it was like a fairy tale, because it was all so perfect. And I sound like an absolute prat.
I wish Fred had never died. That was something I could have lived without. (Speaking of, Sirius, Tonks, Remus, etc, could have done without that too.) Sometimes I wish that the War had never happened, but it's one of those things where it had to happen.
I've decided. I wish that Gryffindor wins the Quidditch and House cups this year.
Muse: Ginny Weasley
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 150
I wish that Harry and I could have stayed in Ireland and ... watched the cows. The cows were fascinating. And it's so green there. Even Sirius' impromptu visit didn't ruin anything. Life was good. It was peaceful and happy and it was like a fairy tale, because it was all so perfect. And I sound like an absolute prat.
I wish Fred had never died. That was something I could have lived without. (Speaking of, Sirius, Tonks, Remus, etc, could have done without that too.) Sometimes I wish that the War had never happened, but it's one of those things where it had to happen.
I've decided. I wish that Gryffindor wins the Quidditch and House cups this year.
Muse: Ginny Weasley
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 150
PLACE: hogwart's
MOOD: 
annoyed
annoyed27 August 2007 @ 11:02 pm
Thoughts from Ireland
I think I retire from school. I don't think I'll be going back this year.
No, I don't think so at all.
Ireland is beautiful.
ESPECIALLY THE COWS.
No, I don't think so at all.
Ireland is beautiful.
ESPECIALLY THE COWS.
PLACE: ireland
MOOD: happy
happy27 August 2007 @ 09:58 pm
I don't believe it.
26 August 2007 @ 11:36 am
Answers for Rita
1. Is the famous Harry Potter as wild and reckless between the sheets as he is with the rest of his life?
Yes. Merlin, the man is an animal. I'm amazed we only have the three children. Our relationship is purely sexual Rita, there's nothing real there. He bothers me most days, but the nights make the whole charade worth while. Truely.
2. Do you fear that your husband's need to play hero and be in the spot light will encourage your children to do the same?
The children, I think, know that their father is really just a prat. He's not heroic at all, just reckless and stupid. Unfortunately, they're saddled with his last name instead of mine, so when the rest of the wizarding world realizes Harry's shortcomings they'll be ostracized. Oh well, they're attractive children, they'll survive.
3. How do you feel about the return of so many lost loved ones and yet your own dearly departed brother, Fred Weasley, has not graced our lives once more.
I'd prefer not to talk about Fred thank you.
4. With both you and your husband's jobs being so demanding, do you not feel that you have neglected time with your children?
No. We've in fact sent the children off with relations, we don't spend much time with them at all. I find that I forget Al's name on occasion because I never see them. I actually once forgot that Lily was my child, I thought she was one of my brothers' because of her hair.
5. How, exactly, did Harry pop the question?
He didn't. We came to a mutual agreement that we would be the perfect power couple.
Rita, I hope you know these answers are pure absolute contrived bollocks, I felt I should answer them with the same amount of ridiculousness. Please, don't ever mention my brother's name, he's too good to pass from your lips.
Yes. Merlin, the man is an animal. I'm amazed we only have the three children. Our relationship is purely sexual Rita, there's nothing real there. He bothers me most days, but the nights make the whole charade worth while. Truely.
2. Do you fear that your husband's need to play hero and be in the spot light will encourage your children to do the same?
The children, I think, know that their father is really just a prat. He's not heroic at all, just reckless and stupid. Unfortunately, they're saddled with his last name instead of mine, so when the rest of the wizarding world realizes Harry's shortcomings they'll be ostracized. Oh well, they're attractive children, they'll survive.
3. How do you feel about the return of so many lost loved ones and yet your own dearly departed brother, Fred Weasley, has not graced our lives once more.
I'd prefer not to talk about Fred thank you.
4. With both you and your husband's jobs being so demanding, do you not feel that you have neglected time with your children?
No. We've in fact sent the children off with relations, we don't spend much time with them at all. I find that I forget Al's name on occasion because I never see them. I actually once forgot that Lily was my child, I thought she was one of my brothers' because of her hair.
5. How, exactly, did Harry pop the question?
He didn't. We came to a mutual agreement that we would be the perfect power couple.
Rita, I hope you know these answers are pure absolute contrived bollocks, I felt I should answer them with the same amount of ridiculousness. Please, don't ever mention my brother's name, he's too good to pass from your lips.
PLACE: hogwart's
MOOD: 
apathetic
apathetic26 August 2007 @ 04:53 am
A Holiday Hello
Harry and I are still in Ireland and it's green. Lots of green. I'm thinking about kidnapping myself and Harry and keeping us here for good. The trip has been brilliant so far, though we haven't seen much.
Anyway, Harry took this and suggested I take it, so there you are.
Anyway, Harry took this and suggested I take it, so there you are.
( innocense test )
Be home soon. Love, Gin.PLACE: ireland
MOOD: jubilant
jubilant24 August 2007 @ 11:49 pm
Everybody is doing it...
INSTRUCTIONS
01. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
02. I respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal.
03. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
I'm only putting that there because I suppose I have to.
01. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
02. I respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal.
03. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
I'm only putting that there because I suppose I have to.
PLACE: Home
MOOD: pleased
pleased24 August 2007 @ 07:04 am
Your Kiss is Black |
 Your kisses are amazing. You put a lot of effort into your kissing technique. You are a perfectionist, and you never leave any kissing detail to chance. When you're kissing, you like to be in charge. You don't enjoy someone else taking the lead. You know you're the best kisser. In fact, you're often disappointed by how other people kiss. Kissing Type: Thoughtful People See Your Kisses as: Amazingly unreal You Kiss Best With: Stay away from: A Green Kisser |
I don't even know why I do these.
PLACE: the burrow
MOOD: 
bored
bored16 August 2007 @ 01:29 am
She's been gone a whole day now. It feels like longer.
I feel useless. Al and Scorpius think I'm being useless, I haven't heard from Harry and destroying desks, while an amusing pasttime, wasn't very comforting. I just want my daughter back.
I told Scopius I wouldn't fall to Lucius' level.
I want to. I need to. I have to.
I never should have let Lily speak to him. This is all my fault.
I feel useless. Al and Scorpius think I'm being useless, I haven't heard from Harry and destroying desks, while an amusing pasttime, wasn't very comforting. I just want my daughter back.
I told Scopius I wouldn't fall to Lucius' level.
I want to. I need to. I have to.
I never should have let Lily speak to him. This is all my fault.
PLACE: Hogwart's
MOOD: 
confused
confused15 August 2007 @ 08:46 pm
Twenty years from now...
This wasn't happening again, it was ridiculous. They'd been so happy, so... normal.
And then it had crashed down around them. It was starting all over again. A new war. And her daughter had been the beginning, the first strike. The bargaining chip. She didn't understand what Malfoy sought to gain from kidnapping her youngest, other than impending death and perhaps the worst beating he'd ever felt. Because that was what he would get from her, nothing more and nothing less than insurmountable pain. Lily was her daughter and he should have known that you never mess with a Weasley woman, her own mother had proved as much. (Dumbledore said it was the Prewett blood.)
The waiting was the worst part. Waiting and wondering about her family. Wondering what Harry was doing, if Lily was alright, what Lucius had done to her, whether the rest of her family was going to come out of this alive.
A war was brewing and once again, Ginny, no to mention her family, her husband and her children, was right in the middle of it.
She felt like crying, but it just wasn't in her nature, it never had been. So she sat. And waited, watching her son serve his 'detention' which was nothing more than a ploy to keep him from running off to save his sister. (She was grateful for it.) She frowned to herself. Zooming feather dusters aside, this was turning out to be one of the worst days of her life.
Twenty years ago Ginny had expected the best, a new beginning. Now she only expected the worst.
Muse: Ginny Weasley
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 268
And then it had crashed down around them. It was starting all over again. A new war. And her daughter had been the beginning, the first strike. The bargaining chip. She didn't understand what Malfoy sought to gain from kidnapping her youngest, other than impending death and perhaps the worst beating he'd ever felt. Because that was what he would get from her, nothing more and nothing less than insurmountable pain. Lily was her daughter and he should have known that you never mess with a Weasley woman, her own mother had proved as much. (Dumbledore said it was the Prewett blood.)
The waiting was the worst part. Waiting and wondering about her family. Wondering what Harry was doing, if Lily was alright, what Lucius had done to her, whether the rest of her family was going to come out of this alive.
A war was brewing and once again, Ginny, no to mention her family, her husband and her children, was right in the middle of it.
She felt like crying, but it just wasn't in her nature, it never had been. So she sat. And waited, watching her son serve his 'detention' which was nothing more than a ploy to keep him from running off to save his sister. (She was grateful for it.) She frowned to herself. Zooming feather dusters aside, this was turning out to be one of the worst days of her life.
Twenty years ago Ginny had expected the best, a new beginning. Now she only expected the worst.
Muse: Ginny Weasley
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 268
PLACE: hogwart's
MOOD: 
anxious
anxious15 August 2007 @ 03:28 pm