I Never Expected
A/N: This is a wierd little something I made up at 11:30 at night. Please review.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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I love Harry Potter. It's hard to explain. I know he will never be my boyfriend, and in some way, it's okay. I know he won't ever like me than more than a 'little sister'.
I learned today. I learned about my secret. I don't want to think about it. Why hadn't my brothers ever wondered why my eyes were green, and thiers were brown? Maybe they never cared enough to ask. Or maybe mum told them that, like my great-aunt, I was born with the green eyes. What a lie. My great-aunt is dead. She had blue eyes.
How did I find out? I heard mum talking to Cari. She is mum's best friend.
"She will find out soon enough." Mum told her. She didn't know I was listening.
Why me? Why did this have to happen to me? And why the Weasleys? To many questions than I care to answer.
I told mum I heard her talking to Cari. She hugged me. She told me that I would always be like a daughter to her.
She helped me with my hair. It's back to its original color. I didn't know that I looked so different. It's amazing what freckle pencil and a little bit of hair dye can do.
The Weasleys don't know. They also don't know that I know. Maybe it's better that way. We will tell them later on. Maybe when he comes. They'll know then.
Here they are. Here he is.
Mum tells them to come into the living room. That's where I am sitting.
My natural long black hair falls down gracefully past my waist. My green eyes sparkle. My freckles are gone.
They gasp.
They are now seeing who I really am.
Ginny Potter.
A/N: This is a wierd little something I made up at 11:30 at night. Please review.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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I love Harry Potter. It's hard to explain. I know he will never be my boyfriend, and in some way, it's okay. I know he won't ever like me than more than a 'little sister'.
I learned today. I learned about my secret. I don't want to think about it. Why hadn't my brothers ever wondered why my eyes were green, and thiers were brown? Maybe they never cared enough to ask. Or maybe mum told them that, like my great-aunt, I was born with the green eyes. What a lie. My great-aunt is dead. She had blue eyes.
How did I find out? I heard mum talking to Cari. She is mum's best friend.
"She will find out soon enough." Mum told her. She didn't know I was listening.
Why me? Why did this have to happen to me? And why the Weasleys? To many questions than I care to answer.
I told mum I heard her talking to Cari. She hugged me. She told me that I would always be like a daughter to her.
She helped me with my hair. It's back to its original color. I didn't know that I looked so different. It's amazing what freckle pencil and a little bit of hair dye can do.
The Weasleys don't know. They also don't know that I know. Maybe it's better that way. We will tell them later on. Maybe when he comes. They'll know then.
Here they are. Here he is.
Mum tells them to come into the living room. That's where I am sitting.
My natural long black hair falls down gracefully past my waist. My green eyes sparkle. My freckles are gone.
They gasp.
They are now seeing who I really am.
Ginny Potter.