After the worst birthday of his life, Harry withdrew from his usual witty remarks to Dudley, and remained in his room, thinking of Ron, of Hermione and of all those who admired him in the world he belonged. He often came back to Ron's younger sister, Ginny, and he could not understand why.

In the years to come, I would always remember her face, flushed with excitement as she ran towards the platform, ready to leave for Hogwarts for the first time. Her eagerness made me chuckle fondly. I had felt a need to protect Ginny Weasley, right from the moment she had put her elbow in the butter dish.

She amused me, endeared me and her feared tempers made me chuckle, until she looked at me, and I was silenced by those chocolate eyes, so much like her mothers.

I knew she had a crush on me, but I never let on that I thought that she too was sweet.

So, my every thought was centered on the flyaway red hair, the chocolate eyes, and that amusing temper, when I crashed into the barrier.

Stunned, I turned to glance at Ron. He looked just as shocked, and a large man strode over.

I didn't tell Ron, ever, that when we flew the car, I saw her face when I closed my eyes and it stopped me from feeling ill. I never told anyone that a red flower with two chocolate petals on the ground beside the Whomping Willow was what bought me to my senses.

After all, I was the son of James; I was bound to have a crush on a red head. It was the curse of the Potters.

In that one year, so much changed. Ginny was a shy girl, but a good natured one, and I felt myself drawn to her, I loved the way she bit her lip when she was nervous, and the way those chocolate eyes darted around the room, like a wary cat.

The majority of people never suspected a thing, but I sensed a Ravenclaw girl in her year saw straight through us both, she had wild blonde hair, and earrings which were radishes. Most people thought she was perceptive, but, from the looks she gave us, she was exceptionally clever and perceptive.

Humiliated after meeting Lockhart one day, I spotted a pair of deep brown eyes glancing at him. I spun around, Ginny was stood, and she was in tears. I half ran to her, but she rubbed her eyes fiercely, sniffed and said firmly "I'm fine, Harry. I'm fine." Sure it was something to do with having 6 brothers, I sighed and strode off.

"What's the matter, Harry?" She snapped at my retreating figure, thinking I couldn't hear her.

Oh, Ginny, if only you knew…you're the matter, Ginny, and you'll probably never know…

I thought, almost hoping that I had spoken aloud, but I hadn't, so I hurried away, hoping upon hope that she would one day know the truth.