I knew it. I knew that Harry and I were meant to be. As soon as I saw him go onto the train in his first year, I knew. But he'd never take me as I was! My name was Ginevra. I had short, bright red hair. I wasn't like that Cho girl. I was me, Ginevra Weasley. I wasn't rich, like Ron described Harry. I wasn't beautiful. So what could I do?! I wanted Harry to like me for who I was…which took a love potion out of the question. I decided to wait, and that was probably the best idea ever.
My Transformation:
After hours shut up in my room I finally have come up with a new name. Ginny. Oh, it just rolls off my tongue.
"GINEVRRRRA!!"
"Coming Mum!"
I clamber down the stairs and see Mum with a bunch of old sweaters.
"Try these on Gin—"
"Ny! Ginny!"
Mum dropped her basket of sweaters. She stared long and hard at me, never daring to blink. I understood her unspoken communication. She wanted me too explain.
"It's lighter and shorter!" I invent wildly. Mum does not need to know about my obsession with Harry Potter until we're married and vacationing in Costa Rica. "Well Ginny dear! If that's more comfortable for you, then I can't do anything about it. Why don't you try these on, Ginny?" Oh god! Is Mum going to enunciate my name forever? It'd better stop. "Mum…. those sweaters are…GHASTLY!" Mum stared hard at me again. "I bought just the right book in Flourish and Blott's that might fix this up." She sets down the basket and walks over to the bookshelf. After sorting and clattering books, she pulls out a brand new looking book called, Wandwork for Worn Out, Working Witches: The Beauty Guide. She opens it and shuffles through some pages until she finds what she's looking for. She picks up her wand and jabs it hard. The sweaters immediately transform. Loose threads connect, faded color appears, ugly trim vanishes and those sweaters are beautiful. Just the way I want to be.