A/N: The main reason why I began to write this is because on another website, a lot of my friends are all for the Ron and Hermione pairing, but there were no Harry and Ginny supporters and all said that it came out of the blue- which I'll admit it did come out of the blue, but I still find it a cute pairing (even though I'll admit I do very much like the idea of Harry and Luna).

And I'll admit that I wasn't the fondest of Ginny either. So I decided to write a short little FanFiction focused on Ginny's years at Hogwarts in her point of view so I can really get a better grasp of her and learn to like her better.

Anyways, sorry if this is rather sucky, I haven't read the books 4-7 lately so don't hate on me if I accidentally don't get her later personality straight off.

Well, enjoy! R&R please!

Letters to Myself

Well, I suppose I'm trying out Mum's suggestion after all.

You see, just a little while ago I saw my older brothers off to Hogwarts- now even Ron's going. I seriously can't wait till I go… anyways, Mum suggested that, to entertain myself for the time being, that I write letters to myself every year to look back on life and watch how I grew up. I'd write one, conceal it until next year, than write another one, and so forth.

As you full well know, my name is Ginevra Molly Weasley, or Ginny for short. I just turned ten a few weeks ago and just today I just saw my older brothers off to Hogwarts. My brothers are Bill, who's graduated Hogwarts already and works for Gringotts in Egypt; Charlie, who's also graduated Hogwarts and is currently studying dragons in Romania; Percy, who's a fifth year and very proud of his Prefect position; Fred and George, my twin brothers who are large pranksters and in their third year- they promised to send me a Hogwarts toilet seat, I sure hope they comply by that; and Ron, who's in his first year. The last one really stinks because I could usually hinge on Ron when all the others went to Hogwarts for the year.

I suppose there was one bright side at King's Cross this year- before we all went through the barrier a first year boy stopped us and asked where Platform 9 and ¾ was.

That boy just so happened to be Harry Potter.

Yes, the Harry Potter! The Boy Who Lived and the only known survivor of the killing curse! Harry's the one who killed Voldemort!

Just seeing him had made my heart flutter in many directions, made my entire body tingle that had started at the chest and traveled all the way through the body. I already have a crush on him- for me at least, it's love at first sight. And he's really cute too! I just hope that Harry likes me back.

Next year when I finally get to go to Hogwarts, I hope that I'll manage to express my flying skills to him. You know, Quidditch. I'm not allowed to practice Quidditch- ugh. So ever since I was six I've been sneaking into our broom shed and practiced Quidditch on my own.

It's quite exciting- with only a broomstick to support you, the rush of being up high in the air, the wind and the smell of fresh trees in your face- all along with not being spotted by Muggles. I can't even begin to express about my passion for Quidditch.

Well, that's all I can think of to write about this year. I hope that I shall continue next year, where I'll be in my first year at Hogwarts and- I dare say this- be able to be with Harry Potter.

-Ginny Weasley