Chapter 1

End of The Line

"There he is, Mum, there he is, look!" Ginny Weasley screamed as she saw her idol, Harry Potter, pass through the brick wall barrier that separated Platform nine and three quarters and Hogwarts away from the normal world. He was a lot different to how she remembered, how she had remembered him since the first of September. He was covered in scratches and bruises and had much longer jet black hair. He was taller and better-looking than she could have ever imagined.
"Wow. He must have done something amazing" Ginny thought to herself.

"Harry Potter!" she squealed. "Look, Mum! I can see -"

"Be quiet, Ginny, and it's rude to point," said her mother as her hand was pushed back down to her side. The duo walked up to the arriving students and beamed at them.

Ginny looked up at Harry with awe, admiring his sleek, bruised body with the utmost affection for him. Her mouth wide open, she wished that he was her brother. She swayed her head, so that her thick red hair brushed his arm, causing him to look down at her.

"Sorry," she said with a loving smile on her face.
"It's fine," Harry replied and winked.

Ginny was so surprised at this that she almost choked and had to turn away from him to get her breath back.

"Busy year?" Mrs Weasley asked them.

"Very," said Harry. "Thanks for the fudge and the jumper, Mrs Weasley.

"Oh, it was nothing, dear"
"I picked the fudge though. I picked the fudge Mum, didn't I? DIDN'T I?" Ginny shouted eagerly.

"Yes, dear, and as Harry said, thank you," answered Mrs Weasley sighing.

But Ginny's attention had been caught by the sight of three strange looking people walking up to their group. One was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck and had a large moustache. The second was thin and blonde woman and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck. The third was young and had a large, pink face, blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head and was hiding behind his mother, looking terrified at Harry.
Ginny laughed.

"What?" asked her mother, just as the group arrived. "Oh," she said with a slight smirk on her face.

The man, with a furious look on his face, asked "Ready, are you?"

Ginny turned round to see who he was talking to, until Mrs Weasley said "You must be Harry's family!"

Ginny was shocked. "How could Harry, that sweet, sensitive boy be related to those cruel, ugly monsters?" she thought, almost crying at the thought. "Why can't he be my relative? WHY?"

"In a manner of speaking," said the man as he walked away, "Hurry up, boy, we haven't got all day."

Ginny walked over to Harry expecting a hug goodbye, only to be disappointed that he walked off with Ron and Hermione. She watched them with annoyance, wishing that she was that close to him, that she was his friend.
As he walked off towards his "family", she sighed and watched him with a loving expression.

"Ginny" someone shouted, but she ignored them.

"Ginny," they shouted again.

And again someone shouted "GINNY" as they pulled her away from that spot and towards their turquoise Ford Anglia that was waiting outside the magical King's Cross for her to go home.

Taking one last look at the slowly disappearing Harry Potter, she asked "Mum, Can Harry come round for the summer?"