GINNY ate until she felt as if she could burst. She couldn't remember having that much food in so long, especially that wasn't messed up. 

Her mother never really aloud Ginny to have regular food . . . No wait, Ginny was given food that was mess-ups. Burnt, mushy in places it shouldn't be, you name it. Ginny even assumed that her metabolism was crazy. It was such a H-U-G-E surprise that she hadn't gotten food poisoning yet . . . Or at least in a while. 

All in all, the food was delicious, the meal was neat, take out the part of her family, Granger, and Potter's glare. 

Suddenly, Dumbledore stood up. He clapped his hands on a booming way. "Alright, children! Another year of Hogwarts!!" He dropped for the roaring applause . "As always, the Forbidden Forest is off limits, but I will send you off to bed with three words, Yip, Noodle, Salamander! Now, off to bed for you! " 

Loud, crazy chatter filled Ginny's ears. for a second, she just sat there. What the bloody hell was that. Yip Noodle Salamander? Was that man crazy? And, obviously, the Forbidden Forest was probably called that for a reason. Duh . . . logic. 

Ginny stood up to follow the rest of the first years, who where following some creepy old people that seemed scary. 

We're supposed to follow them? Ginny wondered frantically. 

Of course you are, dumbo! the smart side shrieked back. 

Ginny sighed and stood up to follow the rest of the people, first years. 

The old person was saying something, and Ginny half listened and half didn't, letting her mind wonder.

It was quite a strange gift that Ginny had recieved.

Something she had just grown up with.

You see, Ginny was with the spectacular ability to not listen to what others around her say, but fully able to hear. Like one time, during her Mother's dreadfully long lectures, Ginny let her mind just go off and think about strange things, like how George and Fred switched jumpers, or how Ronald eats like a pig, and afterwards, Ginny was able to completely remember everything her mother had said. 

"Why can't you ever be like the so terribly sweet sister of yours? She is so smart, pretty, and kind. She is everything you are not. Why can't you be like her? Oh wait, you can't be like her because you are the stupidest, most dreadful person in the world, worse even then those stuck up purebloods. Are you even listening? I just said . . ."

"The House passward is 'pigsnout'. And, welcome to Griffendor!" the Perfect said, concluding their speech. 

'Pigsnout' is a rather terrible password. Rubbish. Complete utter rubbish.

As everyone went around the house common room, just mingling, Ginny scowled and pushed herself up to her room. 

Ginny Weasley, Daisy-Marie Weasley, Challey Karr, Ramona Linners

Of course. It was the typical idea to put the twins in the same room. 

But, unlike Gred and Forge, (Fred and George) Ginny and Daisy-Marie were not even close to identical. 

Daisy-Marie had short curly bright red hair, blue Weasley eyes with goldish flecks in them, and natrual tan skin.

Ginny had longer dark red hair, which she had originally had a bob of that had grown out, doe-like eyes with blue flecking it. She had unnatrually pale, pale, pale skin that surprisingly doesn't burn. 

Whilst Daisy-Marie has curly bright red hair, Ginny has straight dark red hair. 

Compeletely different twins. 

One happened to bully the other, and the other just sat their in a corner reading. 

What could go wrong?

Just everything. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ginny woke up in a soft, comfortable bed. For a second, she panicked. Where was she? Then, the memories came back like a flood. 

Pigsnout.

Griffindor.

Ginny Weasley, Daisy-Marie Weasley, Challey Karr, Ramona Linners.

Yip, noodle, salamander.

Glares. 

Yep, everything was remembered. 

Even the fact that, that boy that causes a funny feeling in her stomach hates her. 

What did she do?

Oh yeah, she was supposedly a spoilt brat that made Daisy-Marie in trouble. Of course. 

Just brilliant. 

Ginny quickly rolled out of bed and check the rest of the girls. 

All still sleeping. Even Daisy-Marie. 

She hurried to the bathroom and brushed her hair, brushed her teeth, and pulled on her school robes. 

Second hand of course. 

Unlike the new robes Daisy-Marie got. 

But, they are robes. 

But, she did get better ones than you, Ginny.

But, they are robes.

But, she did get better ones!

But, at least they are something. 

That swiftly silenced the jealous protests. 

Then, Ginny walked out of the bathroom and got her book bag. She then caught the black diary. 

What is that?

Curiously, she checked it out. 

What in Merlin's name?

And, she got a quill. She wrote, Dear Diary.