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Up first Harry and Ginny!
"Mum!!"
"Ginvera Molly Weasley you will do as you're told right now!" yelled Molly Weasley back at her fifteen year old daughter.
"Fine!" And with that Ginny went around the kitchen cleaning, doing the dishes, all in all acting like her mother.
I can't believe that Mum is making me do this is not my bloody mess! Where are my dear six brothers whenever cleaning is involved? I do feel sorry for who ever marries those boys.
Little did Ginny know that while she worked a young man around the age of sixteen years old, with messy black hair, glasses, and a red scar to match stood outside by the oak tree, watching her work.
He couldn't help but laugh when she started yelling at Fred and George, for tracking mud into the newly sweeped kitchen.
"God, she's beautiful" Harry thought out loud.
If only I saw her in my second year as whom she is now. She might be the only one who may know what it feels like to be me. Stupid. Stupid modesty, I care for her so much but I can't be with her now. As soon as Voldemort's gone…
"God she's beautiful."
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Ling!