A/N: Again, something else that hit me when I was trying to fall asleep. I swear, I get my best ideas in bed or in the shower! Basically, any place where I can't easily write things down! The lyrics in italics are from Regina Spektor's "The Call", which was featured on the Prince Caspian Soundtrack. I'm going to post this in sections with each chapter being a section of the lyrics. Most will be longer than this. Think of it as a bit of a preview of things to come. This is a VERY rare pairing for me and it's the first time I've written it so I hope you enjoy! Please review and tell me what you think!
It started out as a feeling
Ginny knew the very first moment she saw Harry Potter that she loved him. Or at least as much as a 10-year old understood of the concept love. She had grown up with the idea of Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World. But when she saw the scrawny little boy with untamable black hair, jet green eyes, and the lightning bolt scar that was the only sign of the attack that had taken his parents, Ginny didn't see the savior that she had been dreaming of, a kind of god that would be all-knowing and immensely powerful. No, she saw a little boy, alone and confused, staring at everything as if it was the most wonderful thing he had ever seen. And somehow, that was better.
She learned from Ron's letters home that he had been raised by Muggles, his mother's sister's family. Muggles! Her mum had gone into fits for days, alternating between intense anger at Dumbledore for leaving the poor boy with those awful people and immense sadness for the way he had grown up. Even Ginny understood the awfulness of those Muggles. Ron wrote that Harry didn't talk about his life outside of Hogwarts much but sometimes things slipped.
A cupboard?
Dumbledore had not only sent the poor boy that was their savior into the Muggle world but to leave him with people that would leave him in a cupboard for eleven years and would have happily kicked him out to starve on the streets? It was unspeakable. If the public knew about this outrage, there would have been mobs beating down the gates of Hogwarts to get at Dumbledore. Even the leader of the Light could not defend himself against the entire Wizarding community.
When Ron first wrote of their other friend though, Ginny's heart plummeted. Ron, her immature, rude, stupid brother Ron, was actually friends with a girl? And not just a girl, a smart girl? She reread his letter exulting Hermione's virtues. Of course, Harry would want Hermione. Even their names went together sickeningly well. Harry and Hermione. Hermione and Harry. Just the thought of the girl she had never met made her veins boil. Her little crush had, without her even knowing about it, turned into something more. Jealousy flared within her 10-year old body as her dreams of a future with Harry disappeared like in a puff of smoke.
Then, she had stopped. For really, what claim did she have on Harry? A crush that he didn't even know about? Foolish little dreams of a future and red-haired green-eyed babies? He didn't even know her! No, she would have to make him understand and love her.
That was the only way he could ever be hers.