Chapter 1 Ginny's Night
The night was cold, and dark clouds loomed across the sky. Drops of water were starting to pelt the ground. It had began to rain.
In a small attic room, fifteen-year-old Virginia Weasley, or Ginny, as she was called by family and friends, sat huddled against the windowsill, staring at the water droplets that has started to form on the window. Her knees were brought up to her chest, and she hugged her thighs as if they were a teddy bear who could give comfort. Her expression was one of utmost loneliness, and her dark brown eyes, usually soft and warm, were lost in thought at the moment.
Lost in thought. Of Harry and Ron, her brother and her friends in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But mostly about Harry. His dark messy hair. His boyish grin. Kind, handsome Harry. The Boy Who Lived.
Ginny knew he would never liked her. She was plain old Ginny, "Ron's little sister". She had a crush on him ever since she saw him on Platform 9¾. He was asking directions, on how to get on to the platform. And when Ron came back from school, telling the family heroic tales of Harry defeating Lord Voldemort, her admiration and love for him grew. And when he saved her from Tom Riddle, from the Chamber of Secrets, he became her knight in shinning armor.
She was teased by her brothers, especially Ron, over her crush on Harry. And she was ridiculed by the Slytherins in school too. Her own friends, from Gryffindor House, could not resist a teasing comment every now and then.
But Ginny had no real confidante among her friends. After her experience with the Chamber of Secrets, she has become more withdrawn, and silent. Somehow, the episode affected her more deeply than anyone could imagined. She learned, from that horrifying experience, was that anyone can hurt her to achieve their own selfish end.
Ginny sighed. I'm plain old, stuttering Ginny, she thought miserably. She hasn't notice that over the summer, she was starting to show promises of blossoming into a lovely young lady. Her soft brown eyes were large and soulful, and her hair had turned into a deep shade of scarlet. She was no longer pale, but had rosy tints in her skin. Her legs were long and shapely. And her body was slender but curvy in all the right places. Yes, Ginny would definitely be a lovely lady in time to come. But Ginny did not notice her own changes.
She turned her eyes from the window, which was now wet with pelting raindrops, and climbed back to bed. Tomorrow would be the start of a new year in Hogwarts, and she would be able to see Harry again.
