Takes place during Chamber of Secrets, this is all Ginny's point of view. I'll make it as close to the story (fact-wise only) as possible. Anything you don't see from the story, I made it up (like characters that Ginny meets at Hogwarts).



CHAPTER ONE - ginny

"The first year is horrible." Fred said, hiding a smile that Ginny didn't notice.

"Yeah." Agreed George. "All the older kids will treat you terrible. And your dormitory will be all old and smelly, and animal sounds will keep you up all night!"

"There are all kinds of weird bugs in the school. They bite you. And they're poisonous. Care for a toffee?"

"Be serious, guys!" Ginny squealed, and the Weasley twins laughed.

"We ARE being serious!"

"I don't believe you!" Snapped Ginny.

The day before, Ginny had got her letter, the invitation to Hogwarts. She had been looking forward to it since she learned to talk. She had been afraid that maybe she wouldn't get in, but Mrs. Weasley said nonsense, if Fred and George could get in, so could Ginny (at Fred and George's expense, of course). They sent an owl to Hogwarts the day they got the invitation, and so it was. Ginny was going to Hogwarts.

Charlie was in Romania studying dragons, and Bill was still in Egypt, working as a curse-breaker for Gringotts. Percy spent all day stuck in his room, and Ron was busy worrying about why Harry answered none of his letters (which was totally understandable, in Ginny's opinion). That meant Fred and George were the only two Ginny could ask about Hogwarts.

"What kind of monsters are there?" Ginny asked, missing a sly wink that George gave Fred.

"Nasty ones." Fred said, keeping a straight face. "Big, gigantic, nasty ones."

"Really?" Said Ginny.

"Yeah." George said. "But they're not half as bad as Percy." He and his twin laughed again. "Now leave us alone. We're trying to bewitch Percy's badge so that it says . . . well, we'd rather not tell you."

"How did you steal it from his room?" Asked Ginny. Stepping cautiously around a dangerous exploding bottle cap, Ginny looked over George's shoulder to get a better look, but George quickly shielded the pin from sight. Still, Ginny had seen the word "pin...".

"Out!" Said Fred. "And close the door on your way!"

Grumbling, Ginny closed the door to the room (which looked more like Zonko's after it had been raided by Cornish pixies) and went back downstairs. If she had left the door open she would have seen that Fred and George were sneaking out their window.

Instead, her mother's calls floated up to her from the kitchen, where she was washing the dinner plates. "Bedtime!."

Ginny went to her room (the only reason it wasn't covered with Harry Potter photos is because there weren't any decent ones . . .) and quickly went to sleep.



The next morning she awoke to her mother's voice, and it was not a friendly one. Fred and George must be in trouble again, Ginny thought.

She slipped out of her bed and, still in her nightgown, walked down into the kitchen to see what all the commotion was.

"It was cloudy, Mum!" She heard. She couldn't tell if Fred or George said it.

"You keep your mouth closed while you're eating!"

"They were starving him, Mum!" Maybe they freed another one of those Long- Legged Koragons from the neighbors (the very far neighbors).

"And you!"

Ginny turned the corner into the kitchen, and then nearly passed out. She didn't even hear the high-pitched squeak she emitted. There, sitting at the table, was THE Harry Potter!

Not knowing what else to do, she ran. Then she stopped to think after she ran. What would she do? She looked terrible! A mess! What would he think? How could her Mum allow him into the house while it was so . . . so . . . house-like? She struggled to keep her radical breathing under control.

She went back up and changed, and went back into the kitchen. Everybody but her mother was already gone, so Ginny took a few sausages fresh out of the pan. They were getting cold, but oh well.

She went to her room again, and she heard the loud bang of the front door being slammed. Her father, Mr. Arthur Weasley, was back. Immediately she heard Mrs. Weasley start yelling about the enchanted car, which Ginny had actually watched her father bewitch the day before. He also put an invisibility booster on it. They made sure it worked just fine. . . .

Then she heard footsteps, and people coming up the stairs. She peek out from behind the door for long enough to see Harry coming. She squeaked again when he saw her. What is wrong with me? She thought as she closed her door tightly.

Her breathing was getting all quick again. Later when Mrs. Weasley told her that Harry Potter was going to stay at the Burrow, she actually fainted.



A week later Ginny still wasn't used to the prospect of Harry staying in the same home she lived in (get used to it, she told herself, he's gonna be at Hogwarts too). She was sitting at the breakfast table, when all of a sudden Harry and Ron came in and she knocked her porridge bowl off the table. It hit the floor, and, face growing hot, Ginny retrieved it. When she saw he was looking, she blushed even more, but Harry quickly turned away. He sure is nice, she thought.

Her dad said, "letters from school," and handed Ron and Harry two yellow letters, and they opened them.

"You've been told to get all Lockhart's books, too!" Said Fred. "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan -- bet it's a witch."

Ginny looked at her Mum, who was giving Fred quite an odd look indeed. Fred avoided her look.

"This lot won't be cheap. Lockhart's books are really expensive." Said George.

"Well, we'll manage. I expect we'll be able to pick up a lot of Ginny's things secondhand. . . ."

Ginny frowned. She didn't like that idea. She knew how unhappy Ron was with his stuff. She definitely didn't want a RAT as a pet! And there was no way she was taking Hand-Me-Down robes. She was too short . . . definitely shorter than Ron was when he was a first year. And Bill. And everyone else. Everyone else at Hogwarts. She sighed and looked at Harry, and then she realized he was talking to her. "Are you starting at Hogwarts this year?"

Ginny nodded, looked down, and took her elbow out of the butter bowl. Her face was growing hot again. She quickly slipped away from the table as Percy walked in.

Still staring at Harry, she walked towards the doorway. It took her a moment to forget about Harry and realize why she wasn't moving -- she had walked straight into the wall next the the doorway while she was studying Harry. Making sure nobody had seen her, she dashed back upstairs, rubbing her sore nose. Why does love hurt so much?