Chapter 1: The Burden…
From across the common room harry was staring at her intently, Ginny Weasley blushed and pretended to look elsewhere. She, of course, already knew which thoughts were crossing his mind. Earlier that evening Harry had confessed to her what he has been doing that fateful evening after his dear godfather had been murdered. Harry had taken this loss as a huge blow as Sirius was the closest thing he'd had to a parent and even then their time together had been so short. Harry had been looking like he had been holding a burden ever since then and while everyone passed it off for grief, Ginny had known that there was something else. So, earlier that evening when the Gryffindor quidditch captain had dismissed his team and claimed that he was going to fly around for a short while Ginny had hung back. "Harry," she said tentatively. Harry jumped, "What? Oh it's you Ginny, what's up?"
Ginny wasn't sure how to start so she just dived in. "Harry, you haven't been yourself lately, and for obvious reasons but," she blushed. " I'm worried about you, and I don't think you're okay. If you want to talk about it-"
" I don't." Harry interjected shortly.
" Fine," said Ginny just as coldly. Then she changed her tone to something somewhat softer. "I'll leave you alone now but if you ever change your mind remember that there are people who care about you," by this time she was blushing furiously. "I included." She added quietly, with that she turned and headed back to the castle. Harry pondered on her words all through dinner and afterwards he made a snap decision. Quietly pulling Ginny out from the crowd he took her to a quiet room that seemed to have everything they needed though Harry had never seen it before. In a strained voice Ginny had never heard him use he told her about the prophecy and how he would have to murder or be murdered. "What a terrible thing, to have your life all planned out for you like that," Ginny thought as Harry Potter, the great famous incredibly brave harry potter tried to hastily wipe tears from his face until which point he gave up even trying, the tears spilling down his pale face and his hair looking so messy and windblown that Ginny just wanted to run her hands through it ... So she did, and harry jerked up, silent tears still running down his face, and stared at her just as she pulled her hand back as if she had been burned. Harry smiled softly and lay down head slightly resting in her lap and closed his eyes. "Which was just as well," Ginny thought, sighing. He hadn't been able to see her staring at him incredulously, as if he was the best thing since chocolate frogs.
A/N – This chapter was from Ginny's point of view (kind-of) and it's also my first chapter of my first book so I would really appreciate reviews and don't worry it's going to get much more cheerful from here! Also I am looking for a beta if anyone is interested please let me know in reviews... This is quite a short one and the others will all be much longer than this one
Disclaimer- All above characters belong to the one and only JK Rowling not me…