Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor the storyline included in my piece. These all belong formely to Ms. Rowling. I am simply temporarily borrowing them for the purpose of community pleasure.
A/N: Hello to all of you readers. This is my first story so bear with me. One time, I was reading the books and I said to myself, "Harry is so oblivious to Ginny's crush on him! I wonder what's she thinking?" so this is my version.
Chapter One
There he was.
Harry Potter.
The boy who lived.
I couldn't believe it. He was standing right in front of me. In my house.
I remember last year at the train station he had been this meek, timid boy who was almost to shy to ask my mum about platform nine and three-quarters. Nobody recognized him because his hair hid his scar. We didn't even know what he looked like.
He had black, scruffy hair and wore round scholar-type spectacles. His eyes were very green. And he was bloody thin, like he didn't eat in the summer.
And he was at the Burrow.
And I was in my night gown.
I walked into the kitchen yawning, drawn by the aroma of frying sausages. I could hear them sizzling from the other room. I was so hungry.
As I took a step in, I registered my brothers, Fred, George and Ron, my mother, bent over the frying pan, and another figure. Harry Potter.
I squealed and dashed out of the room as fast as my eleven-year-old legs would carry me, my fiery hair whipping around behind me. My heart was beating out of my chest. He. Was. Here.
I heard one of the twins explain my outburst to Harry as I traveled up the winding stairway to my room. On the bookshelves were several biographies of Harry Potter and copies of the Daily Prophet dated from 1982 all the way to 1991.
"Voldemort Falls", "Harry the Hero", "Where is Potter?", "Harry Begins Hogwarts", "Harry Potter - the Complete Story!" The titles of endless articles jumped off the pages stuck to the walls. Photos of the very boy currently sitting in my kitchen blinked and smiled, embarrassed by the attention.
I came out of my distracted state when I heard voices and footsteps coming towards my door. I opened the door a crack and peered out with my brown eyes. Then, he was looking at me. He was right in front of me, observing my stare. I quickly closed my door and turned scarlet as I heard my brother Ron announce, "You don't know how weird it is for her to be this shy. She never shuts up normally".
A/N: I think that I will post again at two reviews so do not be shy. Thank you. And be brutally honest. Trust me, I want to know!