DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WOULD LIKE TO. THEY ALL BELONG TO J.K ROWLING.

SUMMARY: A COMPLETE RETELLING OF GINNY'S AND HARRY'S INTERACTION WITH EACH OTHER. WHAT IF HARRY HAD FELT THE SAME WAY GINNY DID FROM WERE YOUNGER, TAKE A PEEK INTO THE MIND OF THE LOVE of HARRY'S LIFE AND EVERYTHING THAT SHE'S BEEN THROUGH. HOW WOULD THEIR STORY PROGRESS.

"The diary," said Riddle. "My diary. Little Ginny's been writing in it for months and months, telling me all her pitiful worries and woes, how her brothers tease her, how she had to come to school with secondhand robes and books, how-," -Riddle's eyes glinted. "How she didn't think famous, good, great Harry Potter would ever like her…." (Rowling, 1998, p.264)

CHAPTER ONE: The Diary

I'm such a silly little girl, why would Harry Potter of all people like me? I'm nothing more than his best friend's silly little sister. As I moved through the halls of Hogwarts lost in my own mind, thinking back to the first time I saw him at platform 9 ¾.

I never really stood a chance did I. The boy everyone knew, the one who defeated You-know-who as a baby, gosh I was in way over my head. I spent all summer preparing myself for when I saw him again and I ended up blowing it.

I practically froze and ran away like a bloody idiot. I was so lost in my own head I bumped into something solid, almost like a wall. Oh, I hope it wasn't, but to my utter relief and embarrassment, it was Harry, the star of my night and day dreams.

"Oh, I'm sorry Ginny are you alright?" he asked, resting his hands on my shoulders, I was momentarily stunned and couldn't find the words, speak you, idiot, don't just stand there, say something my more intellectually mental voice shouted at me.

"Um... Ah... Uh... That's okay, Harry I... I'm fine, thanks for asking... Um.. It's not a problem at all, really jus... Just great." stop, stop, STOP TALKING. My mental voice shouted again, but my big mouth had already done the job because Harry just stood there and stared at me. What an idiot! He must be thinking or maybe I had something stuck in my teeth from lunch.

"Okay, good, I'm glad I didn't hurt you, so I'll see you around." He said side stepping me and heading in the direction of what I assumed his next class to be. I hung my head in shame and humiliation, darn it, I'm eleven years.

I'm not a child anymore, why can't I stop acting like a dork and just talk to him. Hermione seems to talk to him just fine, but... Then I guess she doesn't feel the same way I feel about Harry agh! I really need to talk to somebody.

I quickly turn into the direction of my next class Potions! I rushed down the hallway, as I entered I realised I wasn't as late as I thought I was. I chose a seat close to the middle of the room and pulled out my books. Along with my textbooks was a little black book I've never seen before.

I wonder who this belongs to? I opened it searching for anything that would indicate who the owner was but all I saw was the initial T.M.R. Oh well, I could use it as a diary, I wrote a couple of words inside about my feelings for Harry and to my surprise it wrote back it was astonishing the book was enchanted.

Enraptured by the book I wrote about everything, finally someone or something to talk to, I didn't even realise when class ended until the chair beside me moved and a girl touches my shoulder and asked if I wasn't going to leave. I couldn't believe I spent an hour writing in the book, I tried to stop, but I just could not. Eventually, I packed up my things, turning to the exit, holding the dairy extra close to my chest.

AN: So this is my attempt at a Harry Potter Fanfic, I hope you all like it. There will be more soon.