It had only been a few short weeks since Ginny had left Hogwarts for Summer break, but she was already starting to miss it. She ached to go back to the castle she had grown so fond of over the past year. She missed the Griffindor common room, alive with the chatter of happy students sharing the day's gossip, the long, twisting corridors filled with moving paintings and friendly ghosts, her teachers (however bad they seemed at times) and the students. She had made a few good freinds throughout the school year. But despite her brother's everlasting protests she especially liked hanging around with Ron's friends. Hermione Granger, the smart muggle born wizard with wild, brown hair, was always so sweet to Ginny and they liked to talk about books together in the library. (Ginny guessed she was one of Hermione's only friends) And then there was Harry Potter, who could make Ginny's heart quiver and her stomach do little flips with a single smile. Harry had the breathtaking, ink-black hair that swept along his forehead to hide his scar, pale freckled skin, and big, bright green eyes. Since the moment she first saw him at the train station while saying goodbye to Ron his first year, Ginny had loved him. All she really wished was for him to notice her, but when he looked at Ginny he saw all red hair and freckles, a child, his best freind's little sister.