Just That Girl Called Ginny

Ginny's first year is a mix of complete chaos, and it's definitely NOT something an eleven year old girl would want to put up with! Hogwarts is an incredible place, fun, magical, and definitely safe! Well . . . That is until Ginny's first year. The Chamber Of Secrets has been opened again, and no student is safe, especially not Ginny, who is an inexperienced young girl, thrust into a dangerous and deadly adventure, with only one way out. Not only does she have to battle with the darkest wizard of all time, she also has to fight with a broken heart, because the boy she loves could not possibly love her . . . Will Ginny survive? Or will she disappear like those thrust into the chamber before her?

Cover by: MissQuirky


2. Makeover Time!

I had survived two months with nobody at home apart from Mum and Dad. I guess I was a little bored. OK, very bored. Plus, I couldn't stop thinking about that Harry Potter. Mum told me the story when I was little, and it kept on flashing before my eyes everywhere I went. Harry in the garden, Harry in the kitchen, Harry in the broom shed. In fact, Harry was almost everywhere in my mind, apart from my room, which didn't seem good enough, I guess.

Voldemort, who was the darkest wizard of all time at that time, had come knocking at his door and then, his Dad answered and tried to stop Voldemort, but he killed him and then moved on to Harry's Mum. He murdered her too, but for some reason he could not kill Harry Potter himself. Instead, the killing curse backfired and hit Voldemort. Some people thought he had gone forever, while some thought he was still out there, waiting until the right moment. I personally thought that even if he was out there somewhere, he was way too weak to return! And anyway, if Harry defeated him once, he could definitely do it again, he was so brave . . .

But the story wasn't the reason for my sudden obsession with Harry Potter. It was . . . Something else. Anyway, I felt very incredibly bored and had nothing to do, so I decided to re-decorate my room. Brilliant, right? My room was originally very plain, just like the way I felt. It had white walls and a wooden floor, with dark brown wooden furniture, including: a bed, a wardrobe, a bedside table, a dresser and a desk, complete with a chair.

I rushed up to the attic quickly to see if we had any red and yellow paint. As I didn't have a wand, I couldn't magically paint the walls quickly or use a coloring spell. Students below the age of seventeen weren't allowed to use magic at home anyway. I climbed up the old ladder and stepped into the small room next to Ron's. I was hoping our ghoul was asleep, because he was a big pain in the neck, causing chaos whenever he felt things were too quiet. Unfortunately, he was not and started banging and crashing as soon as he saw me. At least he wasn't touching me. The last time he touched me, I beat him up real bad. I guess having six brothers really helps.

I ignored his wailing and started to search for red and yellow paint. I knew we had some somewhere . . . Aha! Found it! It was wedged beneath some old daily prophets. I then jumped onto the landing and ran to my room. I pulled open a drawer full of acrylic paint and brushes. Muggle items were useful at times. The brushes were all large, things I had found in places Dad had been, or even the old shed in the garden where he kept our flying Ford Anglia.

Looking around my room, I spotted a lot of posters of The Weird Sisters and some other things too, so I had to carefully remove them before I could do anything else, which was annoying and time consuming, and I was not a patient person. I guess I was glad my parents weren't there to hear me shouting at the paper, because I'm sure they wouldn't let me forget about it for at least the next five years.

I was actually very good at painting and started with the wall nearest my bed after all the posters were down. Of course, I had to move all my furniture first. I was very glad (again) that both of my parents were out. When I finished, I admired the wall for a while, before starting on the second wall. When I painted all the walls red, I added yellow stripes and got out a tub of white to paint the ceiling, which was an ugly grey beforehand. Then, I got out my acrylic paints and started carefully adding a very special touch to a place where I could then put a poster so that nobody could see it. I painted a face with jet black hair and green eyes, his glasses on his nose as they always were, with his gorgeous smile, finishing off with the lightning scar that made him so famous.

I grinned when I finished and knew that my room would never have to go through a make-over ever again, because I would always love my painting. And I would keep on adding more similar paintings as long as I lived there. The painting was of Harry Potter and next to it, his story. His gleaming green eyes stood out like emeralds on a ring, his messy hair stuck out at the back so handsomely, his Gryffindor tie gleamed in the light of the sun, (I knew he was a Gryffindor because Percy kept sending letters to Mum that said, "Oh Mum, I'm so delighted! I am Harry's prefect! He's a Gryffindor! Why isn't that marvelous, mother?!") the glasses on his nose stuck together with sellotape . . . It was so remarkable, it looked almost exactly like him!

I had to wait for the paint to dry, so I went downstairs and did some chores for Mum, so that she could relax when she got home. It was actually quite fun, I got to play in the bubbles and stuff, so time went by quickly! I even cleaned the dishes, because the spell she had cast on them in the morning was starting to wear off, and they were only half clean, while the brush was practically doing nothing, just spinning in mid air.

I then moved back the furniture (that took me so long! It seemed so much heavier than it was before) and took out a little snow globe with the Hogwarts castle in it. I also pinned up Fred's old Gryffindor robe, because it was the only robe that fit me and wasn't covered in mess or too worn and anyway, I wanted to feel like a Gryffindor, even if the sorting hat would put me in Hufflepuff. (I hope not!) My posters of The Weird Sisters and Gwenog Jones went up too, I just loved how women could be just as good as men!

So after the re-decoration, I went outside and decided to play a game, hoping it would help me pass the time until my brothers came back. And maybe Harry Potter could come too?

But no games could satisfy me enough on my own, so I had a brilliant idea on how to have fun! Of course, I was thinking about room makeovers, and this awesome idea popped into my head. Ron was always so mean to me, playing pranks on me and making me look bad, so why couldn't I play one on him? Not literally on him, he was at Hogwarts, but what about something to do with his stuff? Yes, yes, yes! I had the perfect thing! Fred and George would be proud! My room wouldn't be the only one to be completely re-decorated after today, no sir!


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