Summary: This story does not follow the typical Harry Potter format. Ginny is just your average witch, recently graduated from Hogwarts. She was in her second year of school when Harry Potter and his friends defeated Voldemort for the last time. She had never met Harry personally though, and only knew of him because of his fame. Since the war, Harry had become the number one wizard in England, and is essentially a celebrity. There is nothing special about Ginny, but when they meet, she finds that her life soon becomes anything but normal.
Timeline and other things I changed: I did change a few things in this story, first the timeline. In it, Harry still defeats Voldemort during his seventh year, and Hermoine and Ron are in that year as well. Ron and Hermione both helped Harry, but Ron's family doesn't know it... I will explain in later chapters. Ginny was in her second year when Voldemort was defeated, therefore, she wasn't allowed to help, and has only seen Harry from a distance in person. There are about 5 years of age difference between Harry and Ginny.
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Ginny Weasley was your average, every day, meet on the street and never see again witch. If you were to ask her, she would gladly inform you that there were absolutely no special qualities whatsoever about her. She was pretty enough, she would tell you, but when it came down to it, she was just as important as everyone else; in other words she wasn't. That was her opinion anyway.
She was of average height, slightly skinnier than average build, and had an average pretty face. The two redeeming qualities about her body in her opinion, were her eyes and her hair. Her eyes started off with a ring of light blue in the center around the pupil, and faded out into darker blues, gradually building into a color she described as midnight on the outermost part of her iris. Her hair was an interesting comodity, reaching the middle of her back, and having an intense red color that made people stop and stare. Of course, she would then tell herself that they forgot about her immediately afterwards, after all, what was there to keep them interested?
Her friends and family vehemently disagreed with her self analysis, and described her in a number of different ways. Her two older brothers, Bill and Charlie, agreed that she was a sweetheart most of the time, and a great person to cheer you up with her humor, but her temper was not something to cross. Her brother Percy believed that she was very intelligent, but also thought that she was wasting her intelligence by not having a "proper" job. Her twin brothers Fred and George both unanimously agreed that they taught her well in upholding the family honor of pranking, making her a downright nasty little bugger, and that the bloke that got stuck with her would strongly regret it. Her youngest older brother Ron had little to say on the topic of Ginny, generally too caught up in his own affairs; which consisted of what he was eating and what Quidditch team was winning that season, to notice much about Ginny.
Her friends, of which she had many, being a very kind and sociable witch, all agreed that she was a spirited, quirky, fun person to be around. She was compassionate and sincere, but she could get worked into a temper quirker than anyone you were likely to meet. She was also passionate, and fought for anything she deemed worthy of fighting for.
The praises of friends and family fell on deaf ears though to Ginny, because as far as she was concerned, she was a plain jane. Worse even than normal witches because she didn't have a job related to the magical world.
She had graduated from Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry 5 years after the war ended. Therefore, she was in her second year of school when Harry Potter defeated Voldemort. She knew he would, after all, she had grown up hearing stories of him, he was her bedtime hero, he was supposed to beat the bad guy. It wasn't until she actually saw him at the end of her first year from a distance, crying over the death of the headmaster Dumbledore, did she see that maybe he was just an average guy and not suited to fight the most powerful wizard ever. She had thought that he looked too young to carry that responsibility.
She had seen him again at Dumbledore's funeral, and she noticed the hardened look on his face, and the determination he seemed to have to save the wizarding world from Voldemort. That was when she put her faith back in him, and a year later he had done it; he had set the wizard world free. The rest of her school years went by in a blur, none seeming to stand out due to how peaceful they all were compared to her first and second years which were filled with war and destruction.
She had spent the years trying to decide what she was going to do with her life once she graduated, but none of the jobs out there seemed right for her. She did not want to work in the Ministry after all the harm they had done during the beginning of the war (or so she heard from listening outside her parent's bedroom door during vacations), and she didn't want to play Quidditch professionally (which had been an option considering she was very good at it). None of the jobs she saw in the wizard world seemed right for her, and so she decided to go a different route, and got a Muggle job.
She became a dancer in a Muggle ballet company, and she would dance in performances a couple of times a year. It was actually a very good paying job because it was considered a difficult profession to get into, and all in all she would say she was quite successful. But she still never felt special, she always felt like she was just another face in the crowd.
Her brothers teased her all the time about turning her back on her wizarding roots and education, but she was still a witch, at home if not at work. Besides, dancing had always been the one thing that felt right to her. She was good in school no doubt, and did well in her classes, but dancing was where she excelled, and while her schoolwork sometimes left her confused and looking for a ryhme or reason to its ways, dancing left her feeling complete, and special, in ways that nothing else could.
In fact, dancing was the only time she ever felt like there was something worthwhile about her, and as soon as the music stopped and she took off her ballet shoes, she became just another person, a face in the crowd that would never be distinguished.