SNOWFLAKE MAGIC
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to the wonderfully talented author, J.K. Rowling
"GINNY!" Mrs Weasley called up the stairs, " Get out of bed this instant!"
Ginny reluctantly opened her eyes and lay looking at the light pink ceiling. Why did her mother always have to wake her whenever she was in the middle of a good dream? She had a feeling it was important too. Something to do with snow… and some kind of animal… a monkey? If only she could remember what it was…
"Ginny!"
She swung her herself out of bed.
"I'm up! I'm up!" Unfortunately,
Ginny added to herself.
She staggered downstairs to the breakfast table and plonked herself in a chair.
"Morning, Mum."
Mrs Weasley looked at her daughter and narrowed her eyes.
"What did I do?" Ginny exclaimed indignantly.
"I hope you haven't forgotten what you promised to do today,"
Ginny racked her brains, searching every corner of her memory until finally…
"Oh no! Do I really have to clean my room today? How about tomorrow," she said hopefully.
"No," Mrs Weasley's voice was stern, " You will do it today and you will sort out all of your junk."
Ginny looked around her room in contemplation. Where to start? She had so much stuff and she couldn't bear to part with any of it. She spotted the old wooden toy chest in the corner. Aha! She crossed the small room and sat down on the floor. Opening the dusty lid gingerly, she breathed in the soft musky smell and the memories that came with it. This had always been her box of treasures. Everything she treasured went into this chest. She gently lifted out a bedraggled teddy.
"Alvin," she whispered as she hugged him to her chest, burying her face in his soft fur. She had had Alvin since she was just a baby and it showed. He was missing an eye and several limbs seemed to be hanging on by little more than a thread.
She carefully placed him on the carpet and returned to the toy chest.
Next she picked up a tea set. Oh, the days when she used to hold tea parties…they seemed so long ago. Her mum used to make Ron join in these tea parties, much to his disgust. That was until she discovered that Ginny used the tea parties as an excuse to sneak substances such as batwing and asphodel into Ron's "tea". She grinned, remembering the look on his face.
She dug her hand into the trunk and retrieved a small notebook. What could this be? She opened it up to the first page. Childish handwriting sprawled across the page.
My best friend in the whole big world is Scamp. He is a wonderfull and always happi. I take him breadcrumbs and talk to him. And he understands me. I no he does. I tell him secrets and lots and lots of things. We will be bestest friends for always.
Oh! Ginny had forgotten about Scamp. She remembered that she used go into the wood and visit him everyday. Why had she stopped? She realised she knew the answer. I grew up. That was so long ago but Ginny could recall perfectly the loyalty she felt to the small squirrel. She resumed reading.
Today I went and visited Scamp. He was happi. I told him about Harry Potter. He is famoos. And special because everybody talks about him. He's the same age as Ron. I wish I could meet him. He could be my special friend.
Ginny blushed to read these words. The fascination she had with Harry had grown into a full-blown crush by the time she was 10. Then Ron became his best friend and for Ginny, it was a dream come true. But a strange thing happened to her. She was usually talkative but around Harry, she became tongue-tied and unable to say anything. So, he didn't get to know her. She was just Ron's little sister to him. Her crush started because he was special, she guessed, but upon meeting Harry, she realised he was a hundred times better. He was kind, generous, sweet and modest.
Ginny inwardly scolded herself. Stop it! Anyone would think you still had a crush on him. Which was ridiculous. She had gotten over her crush halfway through third year. She had even gone out with Michael Corner. Prat! She thought to herself. The point was all this showed she did NOT have a crush on Harry Potter. She was over him. He was just a friend.
She replaced the things in the toy chest and left the room, along with all the memories.
A/N Do you like? If you do, please review and I might just continue.