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Ginny's Tale

Harry Potter From the Eyes of Ginerva Weasley

Prologue

"Up! Get up! Mum says up!"

"Urg… Ginny, what are you doing here?"

"Ron! Can't you see what time it is?"

"Time to sleep…"

"It's September 1st!"

Ron Weasley sat up with a jolt. "What! I haven't even packed yet!" Ron sat staring at his little sister, who was gaping at him. Finally Ginny found her voice. "MUM!" she hollered. "RONALD HASN'T PACKED YET!"

Ron winced as they heard feet stomping up the stairs. "Ronald Weasley, if I find that you haven't finished- Molly Weasley stomped dead. Ron hadn't even started. In fact… he wasn't even out of bed!

Ginny watched, terrified, as their mother marched over to Ron, grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him out of bed. "Ow! Mum, geroff!" "This isn't what I have raised my sons to be like!" She shouted, and hit him over the head with an old, dusty owl cage. "Ginny was up at 5 this morning helping get ready, and she's not even going to Hogwarts this year!" At this point, Ginny mumbled something that sounded like, "Don't remind me…" "Now," Molly continued, "normally I wouldn't help you, but since you have seemed unable to get your lazy butt around to packing all summer, and we have to leave, I will do it. PACK!" The socks folded, books closed, robes untangled. Soon everything was in a nice neat pile in Ron's trunk. "You better get downstairs, or Mum will have your hide." Ginny said as she left the room.

At 10:15, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, and Mr and Mrs. Weasley piled into the roomy Ford Anglia. Mrs. Weasley was constantly pestering them about things as they drove. "Fred, George, you have your broomsticks?" "Yes" came the exasperated reply. "We're on the House Quidditch Team. How could we forget?" "I'm just making sure. Ron, you have Scabbers?" "Yes Mum, he's still sleeping." "Good. Percy, you've got your owl?" "Yes Mum. Hermes is safe with me," said Percy loftily, puffing out his chest to show his shiny new Prefects badge.

"Good, I believe you guys are all ready. Stop whimpering Ginny." Ginny made a funny noise, and then went quiet.

At 10:50, they arrived at the station. Ginny watched a large group of muggles looking suspiciously at them. "Packed with Muggles of course" said her Mum.

Quite suddenly, a handsome boy with bright green eyes approached them. Ginny couldn't keep her eyes off him as he asked how to get onto the he platform. He looked strangely familiar, but Ginny didn't care. All she cared about was looking at him, for she now knew she was in love.

As soon as they were on the platform, the black-haired boy had disappeared. Ginny looked desperately for him, but couldn't see him. Fred and George had disappeared also, and Percy had gone to the prefects carriage. Her Mum was rubbing Ron's nose with a handkerchief. "Geroff me!" Suddenly, Fred and George came back looking excited. "Guess who the boy we met at the station was? The one with black hair?" "Who?" asked Ginny, interested. "Harry Potter!" they chorused together.

"Ooh! Mum! Can I go see him? Please?" "No Ginny, you already saw him, and the poor boy's not something you goggle at in the zoo." Then she turned to Fred and George. "How do you know?" "We saw his scar- but nevermind. Do you think he remembers what You-Know Who looks like?" Mrs. Weasley, becoming stern, said- "I forbid you to ask him. Now hurry up, the trains going to leave."

"Mum, can't I go?"

"No Ginny, you're not old enough."

"But I want to!"

"Ginny-"

The train had started to move. Ginny ran next to it crying. She didn't know why it was so hard this year. She had waited to go since Bill had gone to Hogwarts. What's one more year?

But it wasn't like that. Maybe it was the fact that she was now the only one not at Hogwarts, forced to help in the kitchen. Even when her brothers were home, they got to do all the fun stuff. She was stuck in the kitchen all the time. She hated being a girl.

Ginny couldn't wait for next year, and wondered if she would ever see Harry Potter again.