All characters belong to J. K. Rowling.
I don't own them....if I did, "I" would've been the richest person in the England.
I just own the plot, & characters you don't recognise...well maybe I do.....perhaps...there's no harm in hoping.
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Prologue
"Nana, please tell us a story." Molly Weasley was brought back from her musings by the voice of her six-year-old grandson, James Potter.
"Yes Nana please," four-year-old Andrew Potter added. "Hey Nana, is that mummy & daddy?"
"Yes, it is," Molly Weasley replied looking back down at the photo album she was looking at before she was disturbed. "You want to hear a story?"
The two boys & their younger sister, two-year-old Lily Potter, who by that time was trying to get on Nana's lap, nodded.
"Ok," she replied, as the children settled around her, "About ten years ago...."
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It was a chilly night in mid-November & in the Gryffindor common room, in a comfortable armchair by the fire, sat a sixteen-year-old boy with jet-black hair, emerald green eyes with horn-rimmed glasses. To say he was an average sixteen-year-old boy was an understatement. At the mere age of sixteen, he had experienced more than what most people experience throughout their life. He was a wizard for one, and from fighting the most evil wizard to rise, to being the most handsome boy around Hogwarts, the boy was better known as Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
At present, he was sitting in the almost empty common room reading, or at least to the onlooker it would seem like that. In fact, he was just staring at the pages of the book, thinking. The common room seemed colder to him, even though it was quite warm. The present times were dark. Voldemort was on his height & there was destruction everywhere. People were dying, losing their loved ones, & living in fear. No one could be trusted & everyone was alone. Harry knew it had to be stopped, & he was bidding his time. At times like these he was happy he had great friends like Ron & Hermione. But recently he was growing distant from them. After Ron & Hermione confessed their love for each other at beginning of their sixth year during a huge fight, he had always felt like a third wheel. Whenever they would go to Hogsmeade, he would feel like an intruder. When he tried talking to them, they said he would always be their best friend & he was always welcome, but he was not able to remove the intruding feeling from his heart. Even today, when Ron & Hermione had gone out on a date, he decided to stay back, deciding he would spend his time reading. However, apparently he wasn't doing such a good job.
A cough brought him back to earth & he looked up to see the only other occupant of the room, a girl, an year his junior, with fiery red hair, chocolate brown hair & a brother who was his best friend. This girl, known as Ginny Weasley, was currently reading a book & was very engrossed in it. Harry noticed the ways her eyes danced across the words on the page.
"Interesting book?" Harry asked once she closed her book.
"Yeah, Shakespeare. I simply adore him." she answered.
"Hmm. He's good."
"You know him?" she asked surprised.
"Yeah, I read a few of Dudley's books. Why?" He asked amused
"Oh, it's just that.....I never thought of you as a literature person. The common room is empty today, & it's only nine."
"Yeah. Anyway, what are you reading?"
"Oh, I just finished a Merchant of Venice." Ginny replied.
"That's one of his best works,"
"Yeah I know. So how come you're here alone today?"
"Well, Ron & Hermione are on a date so I didn't want to intrude. How about you?"
"Well, I haven't dated since Dean, so here I am." Ginny replied.
Dean & Ginny broke up when she caught him cheating on her a week after school started.
"So, wanna talk about something?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah sure." Harry replied. "I heard you'll be trying out for chaser this year."
"Yeah I am thinking. So tell me since now you're the captain, do I have a chance?"
"Depends on how you play. You have to come at the tryouts." Harry said with a smirk.
"Oh come on! Tell me. Please."
"No! You will be observed & then told at the tryouts." Harry said as Ginny pouted.
They talked a bit more, their topics ranging for Shakespeare to quidditch to studies, before anyone knew it was eleven & they had to leave for their respective dormitories.
"Good night Ginny. I had a very good time." Harry said before walking up to his dormitory.
"Me too Harry. Good night" Ginny replied smiling & leaving for her dormitory.
As both the teenagers went up their respective dormitories smiling, they knew it was the start of a very special friendship.
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A/N: This is it. The first chapter. Its my first Harry/Ginny fic. If you like it please review. If you don't, well review anyway.
Please Review.
Take care. Bye.
I don't own them....if I did, "I" would've been the richest person in the England.
I just own the plot, & characters you don't recognise...well maybe I do.....perhaps...there's no harm in hoping.
********** XXXXX **********
Prologue
"Nana, please tell us a story." Molly Weasley was brought back from her musings by the voice of her six-year-old grandson, James Potter.
"Yes Nana please," four-year-old Andrew Potter added. "Hey Nana, is that mummy & daddy?"
"Yes, it is," Molly Weasley replied looking back down at the photo album she was looking at before she was disturbed. "You want to hear a story?"
The two boys & their younger sister, two-year-old Lily Potter, who by that time was trying to get on Nana's lap, nodded.
"Ok," she replied, as the children settled around her, "About ten years ago...."
********** XXXXX **********
It was a chilly night in mid-November & in the Gryffindor common room, in a comfortable armchair by the fire, sat a sixteen-year-old boy with jet-black hair, emerald green eyes with horn-rimmed glasses. To say he was an average sixteen-year-old boy was an understatement. At the mere age of sixteen, he had experienced more than what most people experience throughout their life. He was a wizard for one, and from fighting the most evil wizard to rise, to being the most handsome boy around Hogwarts, the boy was better known as Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
At present, he was sitting in the almost empty common room reading, or at least to the onlooker it would seem like that. In fact, he was just staring at the pages of the book, thinking. The common room seemed colder to him, even though it was quite warm. The present times were dark. Voldemort was on his height & there was destruction everywhere. People were dying, losing their loved ones, & living in fear. No one could be trusted & everyone was alone. Harry knew it had to be stopped, & he was bidding his time. At times like these he was happy he had great friends like Ron & Hermione. But recently he was growing distant from them. After Ron & Hermione confessed their love for each other at beginning of their sixth year during a huge fight, he had always felt like a third wheel. Whenever they would go to Hogsmeade, he would feel like an intruder. When he tried talking to them, they said he would always be their best friend & he was always welcome, but he was not able to remove the intruding feeling from his heart. Even today, when Ron & Hermione had gone out on a date, he decided to stay back, deciding he would spend his time reading. However, apparently he wasn't doing such a good job.
A cough brought him back to earth & he looked up to see the only other occupant of the room, a girl, an year his junior, with fiery red hair, chocolate brown hair & a brother who was his best friend. This girl, known as Ginny Weasley, was currently reading a book & was very engrossed in it. Harry noticed the ways her eyes danced across the words on the page.
"Interesting book?" Harry asked once she closed her book.
"Yeah, Shakespeare. I simply adore him." she answered.
"Hmm. He's good."
"You know him?" she asked surprised.
"Yeah, I read a few of Dudley's books. Why?" He asked amused
"Oh, it's just that.....I never thought of you as a literature person. The common room is empty today, & it's only nine."
"Yeah. Anyway, what are you reading?"
"Oh, I just finished a Merchant of Venice." Ginny replied.
"That's one of his best works,"
"Yeah I know. So how come you're here alone today?"
"Well, Ron & Hermione are on a date so I didn't want to intrude. How about you?"
"Well, I haven't dated since Dean, so here I am." Ginny replied.
Dean & Ginny broke up when she caught him cheating on her a week after school started.
"So, wanna talk about something?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah sure." Harry replied. "I heard you'll be trying out for chaser this year."
"Yeah I am thinking. So tell me since now you're the captain, do I have a chance?"
"Depends on how you play. You have to come at the tryouts." Harry said with a smirk.
"Oh come on! Tell me. Please."
"No! You will be observed & then told at the tryouts." Harry said as Ginny pouted.
They talked a bit more, their topics ranging for Shakespeare to quidditch to studies, before anyone knew it was eleven & they had to leave for their respective dormitories.
"Good night Ginny. I had a very good time." Harry said before walking up to his dormitory.
"Me too Harry. Good night" Ginny replied smiling & leaving for her dormitory.
As both the teenagers went up their respective dormitories smiling, they knew it was the start of a very special friendship.
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A/N: This is it. The first chapter. Its my first Harry/Ginny fic. If you like it please review. If you don't, well review anyway.
Please Review.
Take care. Bye.