Most people know him as the boy-who-lived but to me, he has always been the boy-I-hate.

Sure, you may be thinking who could possibly hate Harry Potter right?, well guess what, I do.

I am Ginny Weasley and Harry has been my next door neighbour for as long as I could remember which is not a good thing.

He is arrogant, annoying, big headed, pompous, moronic, and well I could go on for days really so just think about the person you hate the most and times them by about three hundred and you have my relationship with Harry.

The worst part of this is that with all of these qualities, he wont leave me alone which is even worse seeing as he lives about ten feet away.

You are probably thinking 'what the hell' or 'what is wrong with you' or something along those lines so I guess I better start from the beginning.

One night Lily and James Potter who are very nice people and I find it strange that they could have raised a thing like Harry.

They had dinner with my parents, apparently they were friends in Hogwarts or something, anyway, my brothers were at their house with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin who are also very nice although I like Remus more than Sirius.

I guess I was asleep somewhere, don't judge me, I was only a baby and babies sleep a lot, I think that is why they are so boring most of the time.

Any who, while my brothers played with 'it' and his Uncles, the two couples were having dinner and talking, I suppose they were having time away from the whining boys but I got to stay with the adults so haha to all boys, girls rock and are better.

There was an explosion and I was told that I started crying madly but hey once again don't judge me, that's what babies do, I bet you cried a lot too.

Everyone ran out to find out what was going on and the Potter's house was half in ruins, everyone ran to the house and searched the rubble.

I don't remember anything from that night of course but as far as I have been told, the Uncles survived, well actually if they didn't then I would be very scared right now since they are both currently in the other room talking to Lily and my Mother with a plate of cookies on the table.

That reminds me, they are my Mum's best cookies, I will have to swipe one later if Sirius doesn't eat them all again, when it comes to my Mum's cookies, the mans like a hoover.

Sorry I got sidetracked, back to that night, they ran where Harry's nursery was and saw him laughing and playing with his blocks, I know freak or what.

Apparently, Voldermort had cast a killing curse on him and it backfired somehow after Harry's aunt Petunia tried to save him.

Sadly she died but Lily and James were glad that Voldermort died before he could touch Harry, no one knows what happened but he was killed without Harry getting a scratch.

Even weirder was that, that night there were a lot of small explosions at the exact same time.

One came from Malfoy manor which came from a black diary, one from a vault in Gringotts and there were more but it is hard to remember.

Apparently all this happened when he cast the killing curse at Harry and that is why people call him 'the boy who lived' and also 'the savier' which I think is just corny.

What I hated about that night was that all my brothers had died in the explosion as Sirius and Remus tried to get them out.

I guess it was just luck that they survived but were survierly hurt, that night was filled with screaming and crying which I could actually remember.

I don't really remember my brothers but I do miss them and am glad that I don't remember anything about that night.

Ever since, everything began to act normal again but it was still a tender issue when my brothers are mentioned so I try not to.

So about why I hate Harry, over the years my parents have thought he was a little angel and he always came round but he just acts special around adults.

When they aren't around, he always finds ways of annoying me like bugging me when I try to read or hold things out of my reach or tickle me which he takes pride in knowing that I hate, I swear that is the bloody reason he does it the prat.

I have just finished my third year at Hogwarts and he just finished his fourth which was very eventful as the Twiwizard Tournament started that a girl named Fleur won but that's a whole different story.

What I find weird is that over the last two months of school he had stopped going out with random girls every week and actually asked me out.

Don't think that I am a snob or anything, it is just that I can't see myself snogging the same boy who would usually spend his summer holidays pinning me down and sticking his spit covered finger in my ear, yuck.

He is probably just trying to go out with every girl in our school for that big head of his and dump me within the week.

Not that I like him, ye sure he is sexy and I nearly drool when I see him without a shirt during summers, I can't be blamed, Quidditch does a body good.

But as I have already said, I could not find someone like him attractive, no matter how nice his body was.

Lily always complained that Harry spent too much time with James and Sirius which I guess is why he loves being a pranking big headed prat all the time.

So you basically know why I hate him and cant stand being in the same room as him, if you don't mind, there is one more cookie left which Harry is also looking at.

Ha ha, I got the cookie before him, yum it tastes great, Harry is glaring at me which makes the cookie taste even better.

Ok.... now he is smirking and looking at me weirdly, EW! he just put his finger in his mouth and is walking towards me slowly, I have one word to say people.

RUN!

(A/N the other chapters have people actually talking but this is just a summery of why she can't stand Harry and what has happened, please tell me whether I should continue with this story or not and what you all think, from, Tes the 'Fred Aholic')