"Oh, mummy, I want to go too!" Ginny sighed as she gave Mum a beggingly look.
"No, not yet Ginny. You know you hav…" Mum stopped talking as she saw the twin boys trying to help that innocent boy. The boy who had asked them how you got into platform nine and three quarters. She immediatley ran up to them, grabbing George and pulled him away.
"WHAT do you think that you're doing?!"
"Oh, Mum. You need to learn how to chill out. Take some deep breaths and…"
"Don't try to avoid the subject. I know you and Fred well enough to know that you are up to something!"
"As I said, chill out. He asked us to help him with his bag as it was to heavy for him to carry up on to the train on his own." George gave Mum a quick smile and then ran back to his brother. Only seconds later Fred came up to her.
"Guess what? That boy who we were helping, thanks for the trust Mum, is Harry Potter! Can you belive it?"
"Is he really? Oh, he was so alone. I should've known" Mum said with a tragic voice.
"Yeah, well, you can't know everything, can you?" Fred answered and disappeared as quickly as he had gotten there. Mum went back to Ginny, who was standing all alone with a smile.
"What suddenly made you happy?"
"Oh, that boy who asked for our help smiled at me. He was cute." She said with a giggle.
"Oh, Ginny, you're only ten years old."
"So? What does that have to do with it?" Ginny said, still smiling. "What did Fred want anyway? He was only with you for like two seconds."
"Oh, he just wanted to fill me in on the boy. That was Harry Potter."
Ginny's eyes instantly turned into the size of two plates, trying to get a glimpse of the famous Harry Potter again, remembering the smile. Harry Potter had smiled at her. This was possibly the best event of the year.