Disclaimer: I think everybody knows that the characters belong to J.K Rowling. I've just decided to manipulate and twist them a bit!! MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA! Sorry I can't think what just came over me!

I don't know if this idea will work! Here it goes.

CHAPTER 2

It was cold. It had never been this cold before. Classes were cancelled and owls froze mid air delivering thermo underwear to the pupils at Hogwarts a school of witchcraft and wizardry. Madame Pomfrey – the school matron – was rushed off her feet with all the sick pupils, and frozen owls she had to care for. Pupils were asked to keep to their dormitory common rooms, as Argus Filch had gone out into the snow and he had not returned yet. There was no uproar yet, but people were on their guard.

The only soul to be seen roaming the Hogwarts grounds was a 15-year-old redhead from Gryffindor. She walked silently and effortlessly across the snow. Her tiny feet making hardly any imprints in the snow. Her black cloak billowed out around her, surrounding her and making her look like a black widow spider. Her usually pale face was flushed and her freckles stood out even more. Suddenly a shiver ran all the way up her spine. She shook her shoulders for a minute, looked around her and carried on walking.

Eventually she reached her favourite place. It was an old greenhouse, no longer used. It was tiny, only big enough to fit 10, maybe 12 people in. The windows were dirty, there were dead plants lining the floor and the walls, and a trap door. She'd longed to see what was behind the trap door for ages. But there was a lock on it, and no spell would break through it. It wasn't a muggle lock. Magically she conjured up a fire and placed it in the centre of the greenhouse. Then she sat down, cross legged on the floor.

There were five letters now. They had always been lying there on her bedside table. She never saw the owl that delivered them. She had received a few in her 3rd and 4th year, but he was getting more impatient now. Her best friend Mia laughed and said, "at least we hope it's a boy!"

The letters had only started coming near the end of the summer holidays a couple of days before Harry turned up. Harry – he was getting more pompous and egotistical since the rise of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, not because he was happy. But because now he was a famous narcissistic, arrogant bastard he always had been.

::FLASHBACK::

"Hi everybody!" Harry called unfolding himself from the fireplace in the kitchen of 'The Burrow'. An immediate bubble of excitement broke out and everyone jumped up to welcome Harry.

"How did you get here?" Fred cried unbelievingly.

"I left the Dursley's and went to Mrs. Figg's house – she's a squib you know. Anyway she gave me some Floo powder, and…so, here I am!" Harry looked smug and smirked.

"Harry, love! Sit down! You look worn out, and hungry. How about a fry up?" Mrs. Weasley bustled over to Harry, forcing him into a spare chair.

"What about us mum?" George shouted.

"What about you?" Mrs. Weasley retorted.

"Have the muggles been giving you a hard time?" Mr. Weasley asked looking over the top of his Daily Prophet.

"Not so much," Harry answered, he looked at Ginny and smiled. She didn't smile back, instead she picked up the tattered copy of Teen Witch she'd been reading (dating back to 1985) and went up to her room.

"What's up with her?" Harry asked.

"She's been like that all week. I made her write to Dean Thomas to break it up. Hermione had a right go at me, she kept going on about had she been old enough to do magic she would have sent me a Howler. So now Ginny won't talk to me, or anyone else!" Ron sighed sombrely. Harry laughed briskly;

"You never have known how to treat girls,"

"There is no way I'm allowing Dean to go out with my sister!" Ron almost shouted.

"I know, she deserves a lot better," Harry said thoughtfully.

Ginny closed her eyes; she had not actually gone up to her room as the other expected, but hung around outside to hear what Harry and Ron had to say.

Could it be Harry? She asked herself, and padded quietly up the stairs.

::END OF FLASHBACK::

She unfolded the latest letter and reread it:

~*~

Dear Ginny,

                   You have not replied so yet. All you need do is leave your answer on your bedside table, or your owl will know where to go. Ginny I need to know you feel for me too. I need to know your love is in this and I'm not the only one in love. Gin you don't understand; every time I see you walk down the corridor my heart skips a beat, and I feel like something is fluttering in my stomach. I know this sounds like cheddar, but…I love you!

From you secret Admirer

XXX

~*~

Then she heard it, scratch…scratch…shuffle…scratch…thud…scratch…

Her heart flipped over and her eyes bulged. It was coming from the trap door! There was someone trapped on the other side of it. Then footsteps met the shuffling creature. They were cold, harsh, heavy footsteps. There was mumbling. Then-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The girl jumped, her heart beat faster and faster, her eyes even wider, staring pointedly at the trap door. Then there was the sound of something being pulled away from the trap door. Then silence.

Ginny began breathing heavily. Her mouth open in fear and her hands gripping the ground. Then more footsteps, this time from outside. A door opened and-

"Well, well, well. What are you doing here, Weasley?"

Hee, hee, hee!!!

::Baby E laughs endlessly at you. Then realises she has eaten too much sugar and falls asleep::

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