Disclaimer: These people don't belong to me...wish they did, but I can't write as well with them as Joanne K. Rowling does. I just own this little scene:
The truth was, Harry thought, that he did find it odd that Ginny looked so much like Lily Potter. As the four of them finished their butterbeers and met up with Molly and Arthur Weasley, Harry couldn't help finding his discovery very strange. He'd seen pictures of his parents before. He had plenty in a book Hagrid had put together after his first year at Hogwarts. But why did he just realize how similar Lily and Ginny were?
Maybe Ginny was just too small a few years ago, Harry thought. After all, Ginny had, as Ron said, been the runt of the Weasley family for quite some time. But she had grown very quickly in the past year. Harry risked a glance at her again, and accidentally caught her eye. Both grinned and looked back down at their feet.
And what Ron had said made everything seem to mean something...
"Ahh, yes...A week before the beginning of September, The Boy Who Lived and the runty Weasley will find their fate in a picture of the past..."
Ron usually didn't joke about Ginny and Harry's relationship. In fact, Ron often hinted at it, seeming to want their friendship to grow. He had given a meaningful look to Harry on the train home from Hogwarts in late June, and Harry had simply ignored it. Ginny had just broken up with Micheal Corner, and it didn't seem right to go out with her just after that.
But Ginny was beginning to show signs in liking him again.
Harry wondered if maybe Ginny had dated Micheal for Harry's attention. After all, Cho had done the same sort of thing, talking about Cedric and Davies (who had both liked her).
Harry shook his hair out of his eyes, but at the same time, he shook the thoughts from his mind. He didn't want to think about girls' behavior at that moment.
When Harry arrived at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, Harry went straight to his and Ron's room to lie down. It had gotten fairly late, and he wasn't hungry. He had hardly eaten anything in the headquarters, feeling that he didn't want to eat here without Sirius.
"Harry! Come down and eat this instant! You mustn't starve yourself!" Mrs. Weasley was yelling at the staircase. The sound wouldn't wake Mrs. Black however. Her portrait was taken down by Professor Flitwick, who had stopped at the end of Harry's fifth year. Sirius's mum was locked up in a room surrounded by an Impervious Charm, so as not to disturb her in any way.
"I'm NOT hungry!" Harry shouted back at her.
"Harry, I'm going to send Ron, Hermione, and Ginny up there, and they have been ORDERED to hex you down here until you eat a decent meal!"
And, sure enough, the three had entered the room, their wands out, ready to hex Harry until he downed Mrs. Weasley's meal.
"Alright, I think I can take you on," Harry said, pretending not to be concerned. He took out his own wand, and pointed it at the group in general, careful not to actually mutter a curse under his breath.
"Come ON, Harry. You've been locked up in here for most of your stay. I'm sick of it. Ron's sick of it," Hermione paused, "and most of all, Ginny's sick of it."
Ginny kept a straight and stern face as she stepped forward, her wand at Harry's face. "I'll give you a nice, Bat-Bogey face. Trust me, I can work wonders. It's almost like magic..."
The truth was, Harry thought, that he did find it odd that Ginny looked so much like Lily Potter. As the four of them finished their butterbeers and met up with Molly and Arthur Weasley, Harry couldn't help finding his discovery very strange. He'd seen pictures of his parents before. He had plenty in a book Hagrid had put together after his first year at Hogwarts. But why did he just realize how similar Lily and Ginny were?
Maybe Ginny was just too small a few years ago, Harry thought. After all, Ginny had, as Ron said, been the runt of the Weasley family for quite some time. But she had grown very quickly in the past year. Harry risked a glance at her again, and accidentally caught her eye. Both grinned and looked back down at their feet.
And what Ron had said made everything seem to mean something...
"Ahh, yes...A week before the beginning of September, The Boy Who Lived and the runty Weasley will find their fate in a picture of the past..."
Ron usually didn't joke about Ginny and Harry's relationship. In fact, Ron often hinted at it, seeming to want their friendship to grow. He had given a meaningful look to Harry on the train home from Hogwarts in late June, and Harry had simply ignored it. Ginny had just broken up with Micheal Corner, and it didn't seem right to go out with her just after that.
But Ginny was beginning to show signs in liking him again.
Harry wondered if maybe Ginny had dated Micheal for Harry's attention. After all, Cho had done the same sort of thing, talking about Cedric and Davies (who had both liked her).
Harry shook his hair out of his eyes, but at the same time, he shook the thoughts from his mind. He didn't want to think about girls' behavior at that moment.
When Harry arrived at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, Harry went straight to his and Ron's room to lie down. It had gotten fairly late, and he wasn't hungry. He had hardly eaten anything in the headquarters, feeling that he didn't want to eat here without Sirius.
"Harry! Come down and eat this instant! You mustn't starve yourself!" Mrs. Weasley was yelling at the staircase. The sound wouldn't wake Mrs. Black however. Her portrait was taken down by Professor Flitwick, who had stopped at the end of Harry's fifth year. Sirius's mum was locked up in a room surrounded by an Impervious Charm, so as not to disturb her in any way.
"I'm NOT hungry!" Harry shouted back at her.
"Harry, I'm going to send Ron, Hermione, and Ginny up there, and they have been ORDERED to hex you down here until you eat a decent meal!"
And, sure enough, the three had entered the room, their wands out, ready to hex Harry until he downed Mrs. Weasley's meal.
"Alright, I think I can take you on," Harry said, pretending not to be concerned. He took out his own wand, and pointed it at the group in general, careful not to actually mutter a curse under his breath.
"Come ON, Harry. You've been locked up in here for most of your stay. I'm sick of it. Ron's sick of it," Hermione paused, "and most of all, Ginny's sick of it."
Ginny kept a straight and stern face as she stepped forward, her wand at Harry's face. "I'll give you a nice, Bat-Bogey face. Trust me, I can work wonders. It's almost like magic..."