I've been trying to write Father Said Daughter, but I kept getting distracted by this idea... Just a random series of one shots. I figure, since I write so many Harry/Ginny moments, why not put them into one collection...
Moment 1 - Ginny, please...
Ginevra Molly Weasley was like any other young witch; bright, powerful.
"Tell me the story again, mummy" Ginny smiled underneath the purple and pink covers and unicorn.
"Ginny, no, its late, you need to go to bed" Molly Weasley spoke softly as she tucked her daughter in tighter under the sheets.
"Please... I'll go to sleep" Ginny begged.
Molly sighed and sat back down, "Okay, but this is the last time... Once long ago, just before you were born, there was a boy named..."
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Harry James Potter lay in his cupboard and had the inexplicable feeling that someone was talking about him. He sat up, opening the door to the cupboard carefully and quietly, he poked his head out, listening for Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's voices, but not hearing them. With the house silent, he shrugged off the feeling. Making absolutely sure the coast was clear, slowly crawling out, Harry went to the kitchen and snuck a couple slices of bread, careful not to leave any crumbs behind. If Aunt Petunia figured out there was bread missing, Harry would blame it on Dudley, saying that he was sleep eating again.
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" ...Harry was whisked away from Godric's Hollow, and taken far away with nothing but a scar left on his forehead - " Molly finished.
"Where is he now?" Ginny asked, like so many times before.
"No one knows, they say he lives in the muggle world, now it really is time for you to go to bed" Molly smiled, kissing her daughter on the temple.
"Okay" Ginny yawned, closing her eyes and falling asleep instantly.
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"Fred! George!" Molly yelled up the stairs as Ginny watched patiently by her mum's side. There was a small explosion and a fit of laughter and smacks from a floor above their heads.
"That's it, I'm going up there, if I have to curse them all the way to the train then, by merlin, I will" Molly muttered to herself as she pounded up the stairs.
Ginny stood patiently, her hands clasped together in front of her as she heard yelling from Molly and Fread and George yell in pain as their voices became louder while descending the stairs.
"Now, go! Get in the Car before I have to feed you to the Dragons!" Molly ushered, pointing her wand at the pair, "come on Ginny, time to go" she said a little more calmly, holding her hand out to Ginny, who accepted it.
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"But.. Hagrid, there can't be a Platfom 9 3/4. Hagrid?" Harry asked looking around and seeing that Hagrid had disappeared.
Platform 9 3/4 Harry re-read the ticket ove and over while pushing his luggage trolley over to Platforms 9 and 10.
"Excuse me!" Harry called out to the conductor of the platforms.
"Yes? Where are you going, do you need help?" the conductor asked.
"Umm, I'm fine actually, but I was wondering if you could... could tell me.. wh-where Platform 9 3/4 is?" Harry asked nervously.
"Platform 9 3/4, you think you being funny? Kids and their ridiculous jokes" the conductor mumbled to himself as he shook his head and turned on his heel walking away.
"Wait! I can show you my ticket! Wait!" Harry called after him, but he was ignored.
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Molly had certain feeling that someone was lost and looking for Platform 9 3/4, so, instinctively she called out to her kids "Come on kids, Platform 9 3/4 this way!"
"Mum, I think I know where it would be!" Ron called.
"Oh, hush up Ronald!" Molly demanded.
"Okay, sorry" Ron mumbled in regret.
Ginny turned her head when she heard the hoot of an owl, seeing a boy with messy black hair round glasses, and dazzling emerald green eyes.
"Excuse me, umm, but how do you get on to the platform?" the boy asked after watching 3 other boys go.
"Well, you just run straight at the barrier, and, well, you'll just go straight through. No worries" Molly replied, a smile on her face.
"Good luck" Ginny spoke up just before the boy ran through the barrier. He smiled back at her, she lightly blushed.
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Harry came through the barrier, his face was in awe as he looked at the scarlet red steam engine with it Hogwarts crest on it.
He proceeded to the train, lifting his trunk to the conductor, who stored it safely behind with the others. Harry held on to his owl, Hedwig, she was the only thing that cared for him at the moment.
Getting on the train, Harry tried to find an empty carriage, eventually finding one, he sat down and waited for the train to depart from London.
"Excuse me?" the Red-head boy from earlier asked as he entered the carriage, "Everywhere is full, can I?"
"Of course" Harry replied, looking back out the window.
"I'm Ron, Ron Weasley" Ron held out his hand.
Harry shook it, "I'm H-"
"Hey, Ron, Mum wants you... " said one of the twins Harry had seen earlier.
"Excuse me, I'll be back in a minute" Ron got up and left the train.
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"Mum, you won't believe who we saw on the train!" George said excitedly to Molly.
"Who?" Ginny piped up.
"The-Boy-Who-Lived" Fred answered.
"You saw Harry Potter?" Ginny exclaimed.
"We did indeed, I do believe our Ronikkens shook hands with him" George added.
"Well, how do you know it was Harry?" Molly asked sternly.
"I saw his lightening bolt.." Fred spoke up.
"So did I" George continued.
"Ron, was it really Harry Potter?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know, Ginny.. but it was that boy from earlier, the one who didn't know how to get on the platform" Ron answered.
"That boy was Harry Potter? Mum, please can I go see him, please?" Ginny's eyes widened.
"No, Ginny, he's not a Zoo animal. Now Ron, come here and give me a hug before I don't see you until Holiday" Molly said looking at Ginny, then wrapping her arms around Ron.
"But Mum, he's Harry Potter!" Ginny empasized, "Please?"
"Ginvera, I said No! Now, stand here and wait for the train to leave!" Molly demanded.
Ginny crossed her arms and stood, enviously, watching her brothers board the train. As the train slowly hissed out of platform 9 3/4, tears started streaming down her face, soon, Ginny was running after the train, yelling "Good-bye Harry Potter!" and waving.
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Harry was sure he'd just seen a crazy red-headed girl running after the train yealling "Good-bye" to him.
He looked over to Ron who was blushing and nervously coughing.
"I'm Ron Weasley" he repeated to make the situation less awkward.
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter" Harry said, hanging out his hand.
Ron shook it, "I don't mean to pry.. but do you have the.." he pointed to his own forehead, "the scar?"
"Yeah" Harry smiled, lifting up his hair line and reveiling the light-pink scar.
"Wicked" Ron smiled.
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"Mum, why couldn't I see Harry Potter?" Ginny protested as she walked through the Burrow's front doorway.
"Beacause, Ginny" Molly replied as she set down her bag, "That would have been rude, he's not an animal in the zoo, you can't just peer and poke at him however you please. Merlin knows he's been through enough, you've heard the story, now, go up to your room and tidy up for dinner before your father gets home."
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Mum, Dad, and Ginny,
I'm having a great year... unless you want to count a Troll in Hogwarts a great year. I've become friends with Harry Potter, he's staying during holiday. He told me that his Aunt and Uncle never told him that he was a wizard. Who doesn't tell the Boy-Who-Lived he's a wizard? Anyways, Mum, Harry's not going to have any presents. Maybe you could make him a sweater?
Love,
Ron
"Oh dear, poor boy" Molly sighed as she read Ron's letter.
"What? What is it? What's happened?" Ginny asked looking up from her breakfast of eggs, buttered toast, and bacon with milk and a small glass of orange juice.
"Well, it seems that your brother Ron has befriended Harry Potter and he won't have any Christmas presents" Molly replied, "Looks like we have a trip to make to Diagon Alley."
"Ooohh, we should send him some fudge too!" Ginny smiled.
"That sounds like a great idea, since we're going to Romania, and Charlie already has fudge, I guess it couldn't hurt to send him Auntie Muriel's Fudge" Molly said as she put the letter in her apron pocket.
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"We should get him emerald green yarn, like the color of his eyes and for the H on his sweater it should be jet black like his hair, Mum" Ginny chanted excitedly as they pushed past people in the crowded alleyway of Diagon Alley.
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"Mum, did you know that Harry's eyes are emerald green, I love his eyes, did you know that his hair is jet black and messy, I love his hair, I love his smile too, he's got a nice smile" Ginny was still chanting as Molly walked through the door of her home.
Even after she had unpacked everything from bag, Ginny was still going on about how she loved Harry...Freakin'...Potter...
"Ginny, please!" Molly yelled.
So, just a little mash-up of Mostly Ginny, but some Harry... Hope you enjoyed it...
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Love,
G-j.a.l.-H ;D