AN: A little something about Ginny's youthful obsession with Harry. It doesn't quite fit with canon but I tried to make it close.
.
One Day I Know We'll Meet Again
Prompts: love; image; trek; blizzard; watch; up-to-date; balloon; green;
.
.
Ginny knew she'd love to meet him again, but that was all she knew.
She stared at the image in her hand. She'd drawn it the day she'd first met the green-eyed boy in the park. She'd been scared at first and not wanted to approach him but, after reminding herself Gryffindors were supposed to be brave, had walked right up the shy boy and said hello.
The picture in her hand was of him. His name was Harry Potter. She was sure of it. He looked just like the books said he should. He had a scar on his forehead and everything.
He was shy and didn't say much at first but they'd hit it off immediately and, when the adult he was with wasn't looking, they'd played games together. That day he'd bought her a balloon, green like his eyes, with the spare change he'd collected. It had gone on for several days, the same routine. Ginny would wait until the woman who brought Harry and a big, round boy to the park was looking away and then she would grab his hand and they would play in a different part of the park.
One day, the woman had come looking for him. Something about the other boy hurting himself and they had to leave. The woman had seen her and Harry and dragged him away.
The following day, Ginny's family had gone back to the same park but the boy wasn't there.
She gone back as many times since as she could, but he was never there.
.
It had been many months and Ginny had stopped going to the park. The drawings and gifts sat unloved and flat in the corner of her room.
It was that day Errol arrived with a page torn from a diary. The owl had dropped it in front of Ginny before crashing with the rest of the post.
Bill Weasley had picked it up and read the child's scrawl to his sister.
"Dear diary. I dreamed about the park again. I wonder if the red-haired girl still remembers me. I miss her." He read.
Ginny had stared, begging, a full hour at her mother until eventually she gave up and sat by a window.
It would be quite a trek in a blizzard, her mother had said.
Ginny watched out the window of the burrow as the flakes of snow fell.
She kept up her watch the whole week until the weather passed.
"Mum, mum, can I go to the park?"
Molly looked down at her daughter apologetically. "Oh, I'm so sorry Ginny dear. I haven't got time to take you today. But we can go another time if you like."
"I can take her mum." Charlie offered.
Molly looked at her second oldest son.
"Are you up-to-date with your homework and your chores?" She asked
"Yep."
"Okay. You're free to go then. But don't stay out too long. And here, take a portkey just in case."
Ginny bounced up and down and ran to her brother, embracing him in the biggest hug she could manage.
.
Harry wasn't there again but, this time, Ginny didn't feel too sad about it.
Instead she ran through the park with her new balloon.
It was green.
.
AN: I don't expect a huge number of views on this, it's not my best, but if you do read this, please consider leaving a review.