A Fairytale
Summary: A fairytale. That's what love's meant to be. Girl meets guy, she swoons, he catches her and they kiss. He saves the kingdom and they get married, and then live happily ever after. I wish. Deathly Hallows spoilers.
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter.
Girl meets guy.
1st September 1991
I met him! I finally met him! Harry Potter! The Boy Who Lived!
I'm standing there, mum holding my hand as if I were six, waiting to get on to Platform Nine and Three Quarters – I had to wait for Percy, Fred, George and Ron to go through first, and Harry Potter comes and talks to me!... well… not to me exactly… he asked my mum how to get to the platform… but he talked to mum, and I saw him! He might have even seen me!
I didn't listen to what he was saying. I was looking. He had bright green eyes and ruffled black hair. He looked quite small and skinny compared to Ron, but he was still taller than me. I didn't look at his forehead. I really, really wish I had though. I really want to see his scar. It's so famous. He's so famous.
Fine. I'll admit it. I didn't know who he was. The most famous of all wizards of all time was standing right in front of me, and I DIDN'T NOTICE!
He went through the barrier before Ron. He wasn't at all scared to go through. He actually ran at the barrier. I've never done that. It's too scary: I always think that I'll crash and all the muggles will look at me. That would be horrible.
Fred and George found us on the platform (I'd got through, very slowly and scared) and told us who he was. I begged – absolutely begged – my mum to let me go and see him but she would not let me. It's so unfair. I only wanted to look.
Fred, George and Ron said goodbye and I realised that all my brothers were leaving me this year – even Ron. He always used to stay behind with me, but now he's just left, along with all my other brothers. It is not fair. At least I'm going as well next time – and it's only a year away – but that's a really long time without any of my brothers. Charlie could have stayed in England and lived at home with us but no. He had to go and get a job in Romania.
I wonder if they're at school yet. I've never asked what time they get to the school. Have they been sorted yet? How are they sorted? Is Ron in Gryffindor? I bet he will be since Gryffindor is the Weasley's house – but what would happen if he isn't? Is Harry Potter in Gryffindor? I bet he will be. He was brave at the station, coming and talking to mum like that. I couldn't have done that. Does that mean I'm too scared to be in Gryffindor? I really hope not. It's always been our house, after all. But if I do get in, could I be in the same house as Harry Potter?
I really, really hope someone writes tonight, so I can find out tomorrow if Ron did get into Gryffindor. I hope for his sake that he does – what would Fred and George do to him if he wasn't? I can't wait for a letter. I really can't.
Ginny
1st September, 2017
I was looking back through all of my old diaries – excluding Tom Riddle's, obviously – (Al going to Hogwarts for the first time brought back all my own childhood memories) and I found the one from when I first met Harry. I was so obsessed with him back then, and in a bad way. I did like him at that point, but that was mainly because he was famous… I know, it's bad to do that, but I was only ten, and you can't really say that I'd met loads of (if any) famous people before that.
I was at King's Cross when I first saw him. I don't really blame him for not noticing me at that point. I was small, holding mum's hand and practically (possibly actually) crying because I wasn't going to Hogwarts. To start with I was interested in him because he was a wizard, roughly my own age, who was not my brother, but then (later) because he was Harry Potter.
I was watching my brothers disappear so I didn't notice him until he spoke to mum. He didn't notice me at all, so I had lots of time to notice him – bright green eyes… messy black hair… exactly the same as he is now (except that he's grown a bit – just a bit).
I was really sad that day but I was so excited after meeting Harry Potter. I think I thought that he was the most famous wizard of all time – now I know that he's no where near.
Ginny
A/N: I'm not quite sure how to write a ten year olds diary. If anyone can give me tips that'd be useful because I think that I'll be writing a couple more from that kind of period of time and I want to write as well as possible – obviously.
I got the first date from hp lexicon but sorry if the other is wrong – the nineteen years later bit hasn't been dated on the timeline yet and I can't be certain that I've done the maths right.
I'm sorry that this chapter is short but I think it has to be. I think this is going to be a short chaptered story because it has such obvious chapter separations, but I hope that there'll be a lot of chapters