A/N Okay, I'm writing a new story and not working on "The James Potter Years" for 2 incredibly important reasons.
1) Although I like TJPY, it's obvious nobody else does: in three chapters I didn't get a single review. Not even a flame. And I said I wouldn't work on it 'til I get five reviews, which I am sticking to.
2) I am no master of the male mind; even in third person (I am crap at third person writing anyway, it goes all formal. -.-) so, it's not too good. Feel free to check it out, though.
THIS., m'dear fanficcers, iiiiiiiis: First Year, Ginny Style – Weird title, but I suppose, she did do First Year in her own style, right? I mean, not many first years get possessed by Voldy ;)
Yes, it's a story 'bout CoS in Ginny's PoV. So enjoy, my beautifuls!
I knew they were planning something. Fred and George never spent that much time with Ron, talking- they were usually busy blowing up stuff in their room.
But the last week, the twins and Ron had been constantly muttering quietly to each other, and on Saturday, none of them could sit still.
Mum gave them all suspicious looks, but didn't say anything – the twins were always up to something, she'd probably learned to save her breath.
I'd forgotten by the time I went to bed. Ron, Fred and George had all gone to bed early, and Mum and I had been baking, so all suspicious thoughts had been emptied from my head.
Sunday morning, I'd woken to the sound of Mum screaming at someone at the crack of dawn.
When she got this mad, it was best to leave her to whoever she was screaming at and not bother her for a few hours. I'd rolled right back over and gone back to sleep.
It was nearly ten when I next woke up. I was never asleep 'til this time, I was the earlybird of the family. Mum hadn't woken me. Not bothering with my dressing gown, I trudged downstairs, bedhead still firmly in place. I wandered into the kitchen, and was greeted by the sight of the whole family crowded round the kitchen table. I made for the table, peckish – and stopped short when a fleck of black caught my eye.
Harry Potter. Honest, he was just sitting at my kitchen table, munching on a sausage like he wasn't insanely famous. He must've felt my gaze on him, 'cause he glanced up and met my stare.
I squealed in shock – Harry Potter had just seen me in my stupid old nightie – and fled upstairs. I leaped back into bed and buried my head under the pillow. I didn't care that I was hungry.
I'd just made a complete fool of myself in front of Harry Potter.
I was never getting out of that bed again.
After about five minutes, though, I heard squeals from the gnomes outside, and the boys laughing and shouting. I dashed downstairs.
'Mum!' I hissed.
'Yes, Ginny dear?' she replied, appearing in the kitchen with a washbasket under her arm.
'Mum, Harry Potter's here! In our house!'
She looked like she was trying not to laugh. 'Yes, dear, I know that. Why did you run out this morning, hmm? It wasn't because of Harry, Ginny, was it?'
I felt my cheeks turn beet red. 'Mu-um … I was still in my nightie! You could have warned me there'd be a celebrity in our house …'
Mum suddenly got stern. 'Ginevra Molly Weasley, do not let me hear you call that poor child a celebrity again, especially where he can hear you. The poor boy is in a strange house now, for the rest of the summer, so make sure you treat him just like one of the family. Do you hear me? He isn't Harry Potter to you from this moment on, he's just Harry. Clear?'
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. 'Yes, Mum,' I muttered.
She smiled at me, beginning to take the clothes out of the basket and fold them. 'Good girl. Now, what would you like for breakfast? Eggs? Bacon?'
'Just toast, Mum, please.'
'On the table, love. I made more than enough for the boys, they left heaps. 'Here –' she shot a spell at the plate of toast, jabbing her wand, and steam immediately began to rise from the toast. 'Saves you making it yourself, love, because I'm busy at the moment. Come down later and help for a bit with lunch, won't you?' she called after me as I sent her a grateful smile, half a slice of toast sticking out of my mouth, and left the room.
'Nnyeah,' I called back through the toast. I heard the boys coming in, so I ran to my room.
"One of the family? Just Harry?"
Should be easy.
Harry and Ron pounded up the stairs, and I heard them pass my room. I'd left it ajar, so I moved over to it and peered out. They both turned to my room, and I could feel myself turn red. I shut it with a snap.
"One of the family? Just Harry?"
No bogging way.
And that is the first chapter of 'First Year, Ginny Style!' That chapter is actually in the books, it's the chapter where they go de-gnoming, and after Harry gets brought to the Weasleys'.
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It's K+ because it's a naaaaaaice story xD
Hehehe :P – 'til next time
~Iced'Gemma