This is my story. A story about my sister and my best friend. It's a story about love. A love so huge, that I did not belive to exist up until five years ago. You may read and wonder. Wonder how I know all these things, wonder how I could possibly know all the intimate details. This you must just accept; I know them.
If I would ask you right now if you would die for the one you love, most people would say yes. But when you actually have to die for the one you love, there are almost no one who does it.
If you want to hear the whole story, then I must start from the very beginning.
When Ginny first saw Harry at platform nine and three quarters.
When it all began.
