I have to tell you that this story is not going to be anything like the book or movie. It is purely a fluff story so don't expect any triwizard tournament. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter so don't sue me!

Chapter 1 School

Well, third year at Hogwarts, here I come. this thought ran through Ginny Weasley's mind as she finished drying and putting her hair up in a casual ponytail and then ran downstairs. Her mother, Molly Weasley, was cooking breakfast.

"So, are you ready for your third year at Hogwarts?" her mother asked excitedly. (She thought that perhaps her mother was more excited than her.)

"Yeah, I guess so." she answered casually.

"Well, the owls arrived today with what you and all your brothers are going to need so we will be going into Diagon Alley tomorrow to get your things." she replied and put a big platter of bacon, eggs, and toast on the table, along with some pumpkin juice.

Ginny tried to eat but could only manage a couple bites of toast, so with her mother staring suspiciously at her, she went upstairs to daydream.

Another year at Hogwarts is about to begin, she thought to herself while cleaning her room and Harry Potter has no interest whatsoever in me. I need to be more myself, not the shy little 12 year old I always seem to turn into whenever he's around. So what can I do about it? Should I just give up? her thoughts continued like this and lost in her thoughts and daydreams, she didn't hear one of her brothers continuously knocking on her door. Only when Ron gave up and barged in did she give a sign of recognition at being brought back from her fantasy world.

"Did you want something?" she asked blandly.

"What are you, deaf?" was all Ron said and crossed to her bed and sat on the edge.

"Sorry, I was…thinking." she said, and down next to her brother, letting the piece of clothing she had been about to hang up fall back down to the floor.

"Well, mum sent me up here to see if you were all right, she said you didn't eat much at breakfast and she was worried. So…are you? You look a bit pale." said Ron, asking out of pure concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just wasn't hungry, that's all." she was not about to tell her brother that she had been daydreaming about his best friend.

"Ok, well I guess I'll leave you alone then." he replied, and saying goodbye, left her room, closing the door behind him.

Ginny, alone again, picked up the blouse and gladly slipped back into her daydreams about "The Boy Who Lived."

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Harry Potter was staring glumly out his bedroom window of number four, Privet drive, wishing he could be anywhere else but here. Compared to all the action at Hogwarts, the magical wizarding school which he attended, muggle life was positively boring. He wanted to be at his best friends' house, the Burrow. He had gotten letters from both Ron and Hermione during the summer, and from the looks of itthey were having a much better time than he was. It didn't help his mood any, that every time he was around the Dursley's, they winced as if he might make them blow up at any moment. Which actually wasn't a bad idea, now that he thought of it. He went downstairs to see if he could find anything to eat, and after getting some leftovers, went back upstairs to eat and mull some things over in his head. He was halfway upstairs before his cousin Dudley decided to get in his nightly torturing before his opportunity was gone.

"Hey, you going back upstairs to cry some more now that you aren't so big and bad without your…thing" Dudley said, smirking.

"No, I was just going upstairs so I won't have to listen to your lame jokes about 'my thing', which by the way, is called a wand." Harry retorted. He was unable to resist a comeback, as lame as it might have been, and apparently, he had said the magic word, because his cousin gasped and went running downstairs, clutching his bottom as if afraid that it would either fall off or grow a curly pigs tail. Harry, chuckling, made his way to his room.

So Harry, he thought to himselfyou're wondering whether you are going to have a normal year or a not-so-normal year. Probably the latter, but what is school without a little fun? I will get to see Ron and Hermione, the twins, and Ginny. Hewas surprised at his thoughts. He had seen Ron's little sister each year at the train station, and hadn't given her a second thought, but he was always busy at the time. Still, you can't deny that once you were on the train, you thought about her again. If only- at that moment, an owl came flying through his open window and he stopped thinking about Ginny and his thoughts of the past three years.

"Hullo, who are you and what do you have for me?" he asked the owl, untying the letter and letting the bird rest.

"Dear Harry, I am writing to you because mum said it was only polite and I should ask anyways. Would you like to come shopping with us in Diagon Alley tomorrow and spend the rest of the summer with us? Write back, and we will come get you tomorrow morning in a black ministry car. If your muggle folks won't let you, we will come tomorrow morning in a black ministry car. Write back, Ron"

Would he? Harry hastily scribbled a note saying yes and where he lived, tied it to the curious owls' leg, and ran downstairs to talk to the Dursley's. He found them in the living room, watching a TV show.

"I am going to Diagon Alley with the Weasley's to buy my school supplies and you won't see me for the rest of the year." Harry said, filled with joy, and not even giving them a chance to answer, ran back upstairs to pack. Little did he know that at the Burrow, someone was more excited than he was at the thought of his stay.

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"Who are we getting tomorrow?" Ginny asked. She had just finished washing up the dishes and wiping down the kitchen, she had come into the sitting room just as her mother had finished saying "-Get him tomorrow."

"Harrydear, we are going to collect him tomorrow from his aunt and uncle's, and he is going shopping with us."

"Harry Potter is coming here?" Ginny asked in a suddenly low tone of voice.

"Yes, and you will not behave like some star crazed school girl that fawns over "the boy who lived"." her stern mother reprimanded. "He gets enough of that at school I expect, he does not need it here." And with those curt words, she sent Ginny off to bed. "We are leaving at around 12:00, so be ready."

Ginny was a little stunned by her mother's comments but decided she didn't care. "Yes ma'am." was her response, and she thundered upstairs to her room to mull over this latest development. She couldn't believe it! The love of her life was going to be here tomorrow!

Ok, calm down. He doesn't like you and will think that you re a total freak if you act like a wild groupie around him. Just try to get some sleep so you won't be a total zombie and will be able to think and act properly tomorrow. With that, a very excited Ginny Weasley went to dream happy dreams of tomorrow's trip.

Chapter one of the new renovated "Early Love" up! Yes, it will be a little slow for the first few chapters, but bear with me, I promise it gets better. I will be updating about once a week, hope that suits you. Hope you like and review on your way out please! Love from- Writerchick13