I finally got another Harry Potter fic started! Oh how I missed my British world! I really hope this fic can be as successful as my other HP one!

So here's the thing: I can't get all the credit for this idea. I got the idea for this fic from the book Remember Me by Sophie Kinsella. I am not copying it, that's just where the idea came from.

So this first entry is kind of like a prologue, but it has a title.

And, Let's begin!!

A New Identity

Avalanche

"Push!" little James Potter called. Ginny Potter nonchalantly pushed the grocery store cart holding her one year old as she looked over her grocery list. James gurgled in delight as he glided through the aisle. At the moment, Ginny was searching for the soup section to buy some chicken noodle soup for her husband, Harry. Harry was currently at home suffering from a cold, and apparently, for him, chicken noodle soup was the only cure. Ginny tried convincing him to use one of the safer and more effective magical remedies, but he insisted on sticking with his muggle upbringings.

This would also explain why Ginny did a lot of her shopping in a muggle grocery store. When she was younger, she never had to do any of the shopping. Her mother or father would do it, and when they were unavailable, one of her brothers would be stuck with the job. Harry, on the other hand, almost always did the grocery shopping for his aunt and uncle; "The Dursleys" or "Harry Potter's Muggles" as they were most commonly called by the wizarding world. So, he was accustomed to muggle stores, and in turn, Ginny became a muggle customer as well…at least to an extent.

Thankfully, Ginny found the canned food aisle and began strolling down.

"Hmm, a sale on alphabet soup?" Ginny said to herself. She debated on getting it or not. True, Harry had been stubbornly insistent on chicken noodle, but how could she give up such a great deal? It was three cans for the price of two! Surely alphabet soup would suffice. Either way he would get his hot soup.

As she was having this mental debate, she heard a thump. James let out a squeal. Immediately, Ginny turned to comfort him. After all, she didn't want him to start crying and make a scene. He was waving his hand, apparently pointing at something behind her. Suddenly, the ground began vibrating. Ginny whirled around and was faced with a row of shelves lined to the top with thousands of cans, swaying forward and back. The cans were wobbling as well, threatening to topple right on to her, James, and everyone else standing in the aisle. Instinctively, Ginny reached for her wand, but stopped herself before any of the muggles could catch a glimpse. Suddenly, someone screamed.

"LOOK OUT!!" she heard. And Ginny looked up and the shelves tilting closer and closer to her. If she didn't move quickly, they would be crushed. She swiped James, who was oblivious to what was going on, out of his seat and was pushed down by someone. That's when things began happening too fast for her. She heard clunks of metal hitting the tile, and felt someone crouching protectively on top of her. James was screaming, cans were crashing, and Ginny felt a sudden sharp pain swallow her skull until she was consumed by blackness.

FYI, this first entry is SUPPOSED to be short, so I don't want to hear any "Why is it so shooort???" Ok?

All following chapters will be longer, I promise. ^_^