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We Could Happen : Prologue

Her fiery red hair was the first thing I noticed about her. Even if she was with her family of red-heads, hers was short and straight that looked very silky soft, it caught my eye immediately. It was at King's Cross when I first saw her; she was part of the family that helped me get to Platform 9 ¾. The second thing I noticed about her was her smile, the corners of her mouth cutely turning upward. She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and she always will be.

"Good luck." She had told me before I was about to run straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten. The image of her ran through my mind, and I suddenly forgot why I was there.

In my second year, she had sent me a singing card on Valentine's Day. I was clearly embarrassed, and so was Ginny, but deep down inside I felt something odd that made the pit of my stomach tingle. That usually didn't happen, so it was very awkward for me.

Weeks passed by, and before I knew it, I found Ginny's unconscious figure lying on the ground, pale and cold inside the Chamber of Secrets. I know I was only twelve years old, but I still felt a bit protective over her. It didn't bother me much that she was the one that had opened it, since it technically wasn't. Tom Riddle had possessed her, and used her to open it.

Two years later, the Weasleys invited me to the Quidditch World Cup. Hermione came too. I was lucky enough to stand next to Ginny as she cheered for Ireland while I cheered for Bulgaria, and as corny as it sounds, I was watching her instead of the game. Sure, I peered over at the game from time to time, but Ginny caught my full attention.

There was no doubt I fancied my best friend's sister. And when I heard about the Yule Ball in my fourth year, she was the first person that crossed my mind.

I found that certain red-head that I admired so well in the Great Hall, drinking what I assumed was pumpkin juice. I knew I had to ask her right there and then before somebody else did.

I nervously sauntered over to the Gryffindor table and sat across from her. She didn't see me yet.

"Um, Ginny…" I started, my eyes flickering back and forth from the table and to her stunning face.

She looked up and smiled once she saw me. "Oh, hello Harry,"

"I… I was wondering…" I stumbled with my words a bit. "If you wanted to go to the Yule Ball with me?"

Guilt and regret washed over her face quickly. "I'm sorry, Harry, but Neville already asked me… and I said yes."

I felt ridiculous. Ridiculous and depressed. Of course she would already have a date. I should've asked her the moment I heard about the ball.

"It's okay," I managed, giving her a small smile. But of course, it really wasn't.

After Cedric had died, I knew I was in desperate need for light. It's a tad bit hard to explain. Ever since Voldemort came back, you see, us wizards lived our lives under the shadows of the him, the Dark Lord. There was always some certain darkness from him that followed us, and to free ourselves from it was light. The light has an indefinite form. It could be something material or something not. Something you cannot see but feel. Once you have found light, you have found contentment with your life. It makes the Dark Lord worth it, because once you find the light, you'll want to protect it so that it never goes out.

And Ginny was my light.

About week later, I was roaming the halls of Hogwarts looking for her. I was planning on telling her that she was my light and that I fancied her. That's when I spotted the head of red hair that I grew so fond of. As I observed carefully, I saw a familiar pair of eyes, full of happiness and light.

Ginny.

I was about to call out to her, when I noticed she was with Dean Thomas. I squinted, wondering why they were so close. Their hands were joined, their fingers interlaced with each other. As they turned to look at each other, I noticed both of their faces. Ginny's smile seemed even more dazzling and with the light illuminating from the window hit her face, she seemed to emit a comforting glow. I then looked at Dean. In his eyes, I caught it. It was a glimmer of light. And that's when their lips met eventually in a slow, yet passionate kiss.

Turning my back on them, I felt my heart sinking.

I had finally found my light.

Too bad she already found hers.