Chapter 1
I was looking through the attic for one of my old books. I had the sudden urge to read it again. I hadn't read it in years. I looked everywhere trying to find it and couldn't, so I went to the attic looking for it.
After searching for an hour I was about to head back to my room when I saw a box out of the corner of my eye. As I walked closer to it I saw it said "Ginevra" on the box. I blew the dust off of the box and opened it. At the top was me playing with my Aunt and Uncle who were killed by Voldemort.
But I was born after Voldemort was "destroyed". So how could I be playing with my Aunt Stephanie and Uncle Kenneth who were dead before I was born. I continued to look through the box to find another photo. This one was of Harry and me playing together with his parents and my Aunt and Uncle. Underneath that was my birth certificate. It said that I was born August 11th 1980, not 1981. It also said that Aunt Stephanie and Uncle Kenneth were my parents.
"What?" I whispered to myself.
"Ginny, what are you doing up here? We're about to start a game a quidditch. Come on." Fred said to me while standing next to George. I stood up with the photos and birth certificate in my hands.
"Ginny…" George started when he saw what I was holding. I quickly ran down the stairs with tears in my eyes before they could stop me.
I ran through the kitchen crying where Molly was cooking and out the door. She quickly realized that I was crying and saw Fred and George running down the stairs after me.
"Fred and George! What did you do?!"
"She found her birth certificate." Fred said.
"Oh god, Ginny!" She yelled at me but I didn't stop.
I ran past my brothers… my cousins… oh, I don't know! I started down the driveway. I was a good distance away when I saw a figure walking around the bend with a trunk. It was Harry.
I ran into his arms.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" He asked concerned.
"They… They…" I started but couldn't bring myself to say aloud. I took his hand and brought him to one of my secret hiding places. When we both sat down I handed him the photos and my birth certificate that I was still holding.
After what felt like forever he finally said, "Our parents were friends."
"They were all members of the Order." I said crying even more. I felt so vulnerable… so weak.
Harry moved over and wrapped his arm around me and started running his fingers through my hair. I wanted to stay like this forever.
After I had finally gathered myself the best I could I said, "I'm sorry."
"What for?" He asked, genuinely confused.
"For my breakdown."
"I don't think that that's something that you can control." He said with a smile.
I laughed.
"I guess we were friends." I said pointing at the photo of us playing together.
"Were? I guess we've always been friends." He said.
His face moved closer to mine. At first I didn't realize what he was doing. He was doing what I've always wanted him to do: kiss me.
His lips met mine.
After a second he realized what he was doing and he pulled back quickly.
"I'm sorry… I… I don't know what came over me." he said quickly, getting up.
I smiled mischievously. I quickly got up and passionately kissed him. My hands were quickly in his hair and his in mine.
After I don't know how long, our lips separated but our foreheads remained touching.
I giggled while breathing heavily. Harry smiled. I was happy. We were together, and nothing… nothing could break us apart.
