This story has been on my mind for a while now. Hope you like it.

"C'mon Ron, go get the ball!" one of the twins yelled. It was the summer before Ron went to Hogwarts, so he was enjoying a game of Quidditch with the twins. Okay, well enjoying wouldn't be the right word. Fred and George were practically torturing him by throwing the balls as hard as they could, yet little 10-year-old Ginny was still able to look up at her brother with envy. But no, no matter how much of a hard time his brothers were giving him, he didn't want to risk letting Ginny take his place and falling off her broom. He would surely get blamed for that.

Ron sighed as he realized that he had so go to the field farthest away from where they were, with the tallest grass. His brothers were such gits. Maybe he should let Ginny play. After all, they would barely touch the ball let alone throw it several yards away.

When he arrived at the field, he started looking for the ball down below, but the tall grass prevented him from seeing much. Finally, he spotted the leathery ball in the grass below, so he dove on his broom before getting off to retrieve it. When he got off, he finally noticed her.

Standing there, in the middle of the field, was a little girl, no older than Ginny's age. She smiled expectantly at him, as if she had been waiting this whole time for him.

"Are you lost?" Ron asked the girl.

"No," she replied, her bushy red hair swaying as she shook her head.

"Then why are you here?" he asked, looking suspiciously into her blue eyes, his suspicion only increasing when he saw that the color was very familiar...

"I'm here to deliver a prophecy," she said, indicating the paper in her hand.

"A prophecy for who?" Ron asked, bewildered.

"For you, silly!" the little girl giggled. Ron surprised himself by realizing that he thought this girl was cute. Definitely not in the "I fancy her" cute, yet not in the "little sister" cute he thought of with his sister (even if he would never admit it). Ron didn't know what it was, but decided it was closer to the latter than the first option.

"Aren't fortune tellers really old?" Ron asked.

"Usually, but they wanted me to do this," said the little girl. "They think that you'll understand better if you have a connection with the person who delivers it."

"Do I know you?" Ron asked.

"No, but I know you. And no, I can't tell you how I know you," she said before Ron could interrupt.

"Well, go on then," he said, indicating that she should sit down in front of him.

"Alright, here goes."

Born at the start of the third month,

to an unwelcome, seemingly eternal, shadow.

The bitterness of always being in the spotlight,

He might never know.

On the ride to his next and greatest adventure,

He shall meet the pair.

The first being a boy with a troubled past,

and the most uncontrollable black hair.

The second will be the one to give him

all that his heart truly desires in the end.

While the fight for her admiration will sometimes be heartbreaking and ghastly,

only she is the one that can fix the heart when it needs to mend.

Both of these will give him one of his most treasured possession,

be it not gold nor silver, but the strong bonds of friendship.

As there always is, there will be fights, scandals, and evil

fighting everything will be worth it: every single hardship.

There was a eerie silence when the little girl finished reading.

"Well," Ron said inpatiently. "When was all of that rubbish?"

"I don't know!" the little girl looked close to tears. Ron felt a strange wave of sadness seeing the girl crying.

"Hey, it's alright," Ron patted her back. "I was never one for relying on prophecies anyway. They're all rubbish."

"Thanks," the girl smiled up at Ron. "I'm supposed to give you this," she handed Ron the paper, "but I have to warn you. No one but you can read it, and you are forbidden from speaking to anyone else about it. The only time you can tell other people is when the prophecy has been fulfilled. You'll know when it has been fulfilled because the ink on the paper will turn red. When it does, you can show other people the paper and speak about the prophecy."

"Err, thanks," Ron said awkwardly. "Are you going to leave now?"

"Yes," the girl smiled sadly. "But don't worry, I'll be back to give you the other ones."

"What other ones?" Ron asked, shocked.

"The other prophecies, duh," she replied rolling her eyes. "You don't seriously think that they'd give you the whole thing at the same time? You're just a boy right now!"

"Fine," Ron steamed.

"Don't be mad at me," the girl pleaded, looking like she was about to cry again. 'It's what they told me!"

"Alright, alright," said Ron.

"Okay," the girl beamed. "I have to go now." She turned away and started running towards the further end of the field.

"Wait!" Ron called out, running after her. "I've got a couple questions!"

"Alright," she said, with an air of impacience. "What?"

"First of all, are you real?"

The girl laughed. "Of course I'm real, you wouldn't have been able to pat me on the back if I wasn't!"

Ron could feel his ears turn red in embarrassment. "Alright, second question. When will you be back?"

"I already told you!" she snapped. "When this part of the prophecy has been fulfilled!" She stormed off.

"Wait!" Ron yelled again. "What's you're name?"

"I can't tell you, but you'll find out," the girl said softly, before walking away and disappearing into the sunlight.

Ron didn't know what it was about this girl, but she reminded him of himself, mixed in with impacience and a bit of arrogance, not to mention that bushy hair. Still, Ron couldn't deny that she was cute as a button.

I'm trying to make it sound like Ron thinks the girl is cute, but he's absolutely not crushing on her. Am I doing that okay? Well, review on!