Chapter one:
Paper Chains

The Burrow
10:17 a.m.

If Fred and George start singing one more time, I'm going to hex them. Or, I would, but seeing as were not at Hogwarts, I cant. Its quite tempting, though, so I wouldn't mind being expelled just to shut them up for a bit.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love the twins to death. It's just... they're the twins. They're really useful, though, despite their - er - Fred and Georgeness. This morning, for example, devious little buggers that they are, taught me just how valuable they can be.

I sent them into the kitchen to torment Ron. And Harry. (But mostly Ron.)

Did I mention that Harry's here? Ha ha! Well...

Harry

Is

Here.

There. Now I've told you. Not that you care, seeing as you haven't got any emotions. (And I know that for a fact, because I've had Dad check.)

Anyway, moving on...

Apparently, you've got to be really tolerant to be able to stand growing up as the only girl in a household of boys. Which is true, but not in the way that most people think. One would expect them to beat the mickey out of me, but my family isn't like that. Especially the One We Do Not Speak Of (The prick!) And Bill. And Charlie. And Ron. And the Twins. They're all quite protective.

Maybe Harry, too.

But that would make him like a brother.

Which is bad.

Really bad.

Because you're not supposed to fantasize about snogging your brother.

Which I do.

Only, about Harry and me.

I am disgusting.

And obviously, I have problems focusing, seeing as I can't even finish telling my lovely story of revenge.

Bugger.

But as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted by, hem hem, my own thoughts...

Fred and George cornered me as soon as they spotted me, which was right after wed floo-ed home, so I was still brushing ash from my shirt when I saw two identical shadows looming nearby. It's rather frightening, you know, to be minding your own business, when suddenly everything goes all dark. Bit unnerving.

I stared at them for a bit, hoping to scare them off like Mum does - How does she do it? - except that it didn't seem to affect them.

"Little sister," Fred smirked.

"Welcome home," continued George

"How's Dean?" they asked, and grinned. They know I hate it when they do that. (I suppose that's all the more reason for them to do it.)

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not the only one dating, you know. Ron's got himself a girlfriend."

Ha ha! That was all they needed. I swear, they would have made me their leader or something right there had Mum not told them to sod off. (Only, nicer than that.) Pity.

"Ickle Ronniekins has got himself a-a what?" George clutched at his chest in shock. (I'm sure he was faking it, but with them, you really can't tell.) "Do my ears deceive me, Fred?"

"I do believe she's right, George!"

"Now, tell us, Gin..." he began.

"Who exactly..." added Fred.

"The unfortunate girl happens to be."

"Well," I smirked triumphantly. "'Won Won'" happens to be dating Lavender Brown. It's a bit disgusting, really." I shuddered, just for good measure.

"Well, if you'll excuse us, dear sister..."

"We'd best be off!"

Fred patted my head sympathetically and exchanged a look of glee with his twin, who then strode into the kitchen in sync to the other. I don't understand them, really, but as long as they get to Ron, I don't care.

I wonder if I'm sharing a room with someone this year? Usually, it's Hermione, but since she's not here... Mum mentioned something about Lupin staying with us. Coming tomorrow, I think. But that would be weird. I'm off to ask Mum.

The Attic
10:30 a.m.

No.

I refuse.

I will not stay with Phlegm!

I can't believe that Mum would do this to me! She hates her as much as I do! Probably more, even! I take back what I've said about not staying with Lupin. I reckon he's better company than that wretched... thing.

Fleur'll be delighted, though. More time to critisise everything about my appearance. Either that, or she'll babble on about Bill. It's not as though I care (or listen to her) seeing as I already know how great he is.

How could I not?

Oh, God, she's going to talk about the wedding, isn't she? I know she will.

Thus, I am doomed.

The Attic (still)
11:56 a.m.

I'm just going to stay here. Harry and Ron haven't come up yet and kicked me out, so it seems I'm safe for now. I had to leave my post for a few minutes, though, to ask Mum for some paper and scissors. And paste. (I would have asked Dad, seeing as how he likes to keep those sort of things around, but he's still at work.)

You see, I've decided that the best possible way to avoid Phlegm is to have an excuse to do so. Not that I care if she thinks Im hiding, I'm sure Mum would love to do the same. Otherwise, she would've rooted me out to help her with cooking.

With Phlegm.

So I'm going to decorate the living room. With paper chains.

The Hallway outside F and G's room
12:33 p.m.

It turns out that Fred and George did NOT, in fact, torment Ron about Lavender. They weren't given the opportunity. That means Mum was probably there. I don't blame them, though. She's so tense at the moment (I suspect I know who's behind it) she'd have murdered them.

Damn, the twins are coming!

The Attic
?

That was close.

But I think I'm going to die now, because I had to run all the way. I wish I had my broom, then I could have flown. And so I'm too exhausted to even hold the stupid bits of paper, much less write.

Plus, I've got paste on my finger.

You'd think that there would be an easier way to make a paper chain besides the way that muggles do it.

Oh, wait. Well, of course there is, but that takes magic. Which I can't use for the same reason I couldn't hex Fred and George. I wi

I've got to hide you. Someone's coming.

The Attic
12:25 p.m.

Oh, it's just Ron. Ha ha, he looks funny. He's just staring at me. WHAT IS HE STARING AT ME FOR? I'm staring back at him now. Maybe he'll go away.

"Ginny, what're you doing here?" That's what hes just asked me.

Now he's looking at me even odder. Odder? Is that an actual word? I'm not sure it is. Sounds rather like otter.

"Ginny?"

Me? Is there something wrong with sitting on Harry's bed in the midst of an enormous mound of discarded paper and an even more enormous chain of red and green?

I've just relayed this to him. But it sounded really stupid when I said it aloud.

He's just gaping at me.

"Is there something you need?" I don't care if I'm being rude. He's the one intruding.

I think, anyway.

If I was here first, doesn't that make him the one that's not supposed to be here?

Right?

"This isn't where you're staying."

That's a bit obvious, isn't it?

"I know."

He's still staring at me like I'm some sort of freak.

"Ginny, why're you writing down everything were saying?"

Damn! We've been discovered...

The Attic
12:39 p.m.

Apparently, Ron still doesn't understand why I'm here. Hiding. Maybe it's that part he doesn't get, seeing as the stupid prat likes Phlegm. As in, he can actually stand being in the same room as her without wanting to slowly throttle himself. And her. Better her than Ron, though, if I had the choice.

I've just got him to leave. He might be getting reinforcements. Maybe Harry. But then I'd really have to leave. I should try locking the door.

The Attic
12:41 p.m.

Ha! They can't get in unless they find F and G or Mum or Bill (is he even here? I haven't seen him) or Fleur (ooh, shudder shudder).

I wish Hermione was here. And maybe Tonks, too. Then I'd have some company that is actually alive. (Not that I want you to be alive, thank you very much!)

That's really the only reason I'm writing you, is because I'm all alone. I've been abandoned by everyone except the twins, who have their own problems to deal with that don't involve me. I feel so slighted.

The Attic
4:00

I'm surprised that my fingers aren't bleeding. I've been at this paper chain business for three hours already. And I've just begun to realise that Harry and Ron will need the attic back at one point, seeing as they've got to sleep. At least, Harry's got to sleep. I don't care about Ron.

Well, seeing as one bed's free, Ron can stay here, and Harry can share my room. He's definitely preferable to Phlegm. She can sleep on the floor.

I'm sure Mum won't put up a fuss. (Phlegm will, though.)

Wait, why can't she share a room with Bill?

Wait, no.

Bad idea.

Bad Ginny.

Bad mental images.

The Attic
4:03 p.m.

Oh, God, they're going to have children, aren't they!

Living Room
?

Phlegm has gone with Bill somewhere. Fred and George have disappeared. Mum is cooking. Harry and Ron... Oh, who knows where they are! Obviously, I don't.

So, once more, I am left alone. But it's quiet.

Which I like, to some extent.

Mum is coming.

4:08 p.m.
Kitchen

Mum's cookies are really good...

My Room
11:15 p.m.

I am going to have to get rid of her somehow. I don't know how exactly, but she is NOT staying in my room. Ever. Again.

You see, I was right. All she wanted to do was talk to me about 'ze wedding'!

"What do you theenk of thees?"

"What should I do for zees?"

"Zis will be so 'ery lovely!"

She's drivng me mad! Of course, YOU had to go and get yourself spotted by her! We were nearly discovered, and it was all your fault!

No, actually, it's Hermione's fault, seeing as how she deserted me in a house full of boys and some sort of French monster that isn't even human. (And Mum, of course, but I don't mind her.)

I should have forced her to come with us. Just shoved a bit of floo in her hand. Luna would've agreed to anything.

Why didn't I think of that before?

Curses. I need sleep.

Ooh! I got to sit next to Harry at dinner! Well, it's not exactly as though he had a choice about it, seeing as Mum arranged the seating.

I have a suspicion that she knows, as well as Fred and George.

How I feel about Harry, that is.

Is it really that obvious?

Damn. What am I going to buy Harry for Christmas?