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THE LAST CHANCE Told by Ginny Weasley
PROLOGUE
I've always been a bit jealous of the three of them, the perfect trio. I mean, Harry and Ron became best friends immediately and Hermione joined them not so long after. When I came to Hogwarts during their second year, I couldn't help but be jealous. Yeah, I had friends, but it wasn't like it was with them. They could rely on each other for absolutely anything, the trust they had in one another was really unbelievable. The thing I didn't realize, was how much I really did appreciate their friendship, no matter how much I wanted to be a part of it.
I remember how I used to fancy Harry. He was the first boy I ever felt that way for. I remember how I would day dream endlessly about him. Then, I would lay awake at night, feeling sorry for myself, knowing he would never feel the same. I remember how he would look at me during my first year. He thought of me as his best friends little sister. That's it. Yeah, he saved my life. I mean, he certainty didn't want me to die, but, I know that back then, he wouldn't have missed me much if I did die.
Now, I laugh at myself when I think about how I constantly wished I was Ron's twin instead of his little sister. That changed during my third year, when I was finally over Harry. When he told me about Cho, I knew he finally thought of me as an actual friend.
I was the first one he told. Harry came to me after quiditch practice one day with a look on his face that I'd never seen before. He started asking me if I knew anything about Cho Chang. I don't know why he even bothered to ask. She was two years older and in Ravenclaw so I just told him that, and a slight frown appeared on his face. He must have seen my expression because he confessed that he liked Cho.
"And if you tell anyone you're dead!" He told me.
"Honestly Harry! I'm not You-Know-Who!" I replied to him, half laughing because he really did sound like he was threatening You-Know-Who.
After that, Harry wanted me to hang out with them more, and I guess Hermione did too. I was becoming better friends with her as well as Harry. I think it was mainly Ron who stopped it from being four instead of three. I don't blame him though. I mean, what should I have expected? The four of us, always together like the three of them always where? It couldn't work. I was just Ron's little sister. I couldn't help that Ron came first. I remember always wondering. what if I was born before Ron? Would I be part of the trio instead, and would Ron be the tag along?
In my fourth year, I finally quit wondering about such strange things and started excepting things for what they were. I didn't feel so lonely all the time any more. Hermione and I talked a lot, all "girl stuff". I think one of the reasons we got along so well was because we both missed out on that. I had grown up around boys and her two best friends were boys. By mid fourth year, I really thought of her as a sister.
I got really close to Harry that year too. Whenever I felt depressed, or mad, I would turn to him. I knew I could always count on Harry to put a smile back on my face.
And of course, Michael made a huge difference. I was so thrilled when he asked me out, that I ran all the way from the lake up to the Gryffindor common room where Harry and Hermione were comforting Ron about his bad quiditch practice that day. I was about to blab it all out when Ron's eyes met mine.. I couldn't let him know. I wasn't sure what was stopping me, he just couldn't know.
That night, Ron went to bed early, sick and tired of all the pathetic words of comfort he was getting. Harry and Hermione were still in the common room so I sat down on the floor in between them.
I just sat there, completely silent with a huge grin on my face when Harry finally asked what the hell was going on.
"MICHEAL CORNER ASKED ME OUT!" I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Oh Ginny! That's wonderful! Hermione squealed, while Harry smiled at me and ruffled my hair.
"Hey!" I squeaked. The three of us looked at each other, and then burst out laughing for no reason.
After a couple more minutes, I announced that I was going to sleep. Half way up the stairs, I turned around. "Just please- don't tell Ron." I pleaded.
Hermione gave one of those understanding looks only she could give and before Harry could even ask, she said "and Harry won't either".
That was about. four years ago. Two years before things got really messed up. Harry's seventh year. His last chance.
THE LAST CHANCE Told by Ginny Weasley
PROLOGUE
I've always been a bit jealous of the three of them, the perfect trio. I mean, Harry and Ron became best friends immediately and Hermione joined them not so long after. When I came to Hogwarts during their second year, I couldn't help but be jealous. Yeah, I had friends, but it wasn't like it was with them. They could rely on each other for absolutely anything, the trust they had in one another was really unbelievable. The thing I didn't realize, was how much I really did appreciate their friendship, no matter how much I wanted to be a part of it.
I remember how I used to fancy Harry. He was the first boy I ever felt that way for. I remember how I would day dream endlessly about him. Then, I would lay awake at night, feeling sorry for myself, knowing he would never feel the same. I remember how he would look at me during my first year. He thought of me as his best friends little sister. That's it. Yeah, he saved my life. I mean, he certainty didn't want me to die, but, I know that back then, he wouldn't have missed me much if I did die.
Now, I laugh at myself when I think about how I constantly wished I was Ron's twin instead of his little sister. That changed during my third year, when I was finally over Harry. When he told me about Cho, I knew he finally thought of me as an actual friend.
I was the first one he told. Harry came to me after quiditch practice one day with a look on his face that I'd never seen before. He started asking me if I knew anything about Cho Chang. I don't know why he even bothered to ask. She was two years older and in Ravenclaw so I just told him that, and a slight frown appeared on his face. He must have seen my expression because he confessed that he liked Cho.
"And if you tell anyone you're dead!" He told me.
"Honestly Harry! I'm not You-Know-Who!" I replied to him, half laughing because he really did sound like he was threatening You-Know-Who.
After that, Harry wanted me to hang out with them more, and I guess Hermione did too. I was becoming better friends with her as well as Harry. I think it was mainly Ron who stopped it from being four instead of three. I don't blame him though. I mean, what should I have expected? The four of us, always together like the three of them always where? It couldn't work. I was just Ron's little sister. I couldn't help that Ron came first. I remember always wondering. what if I was born before Ron? Would I be part of the trio instead, and would Ron be the tag along?
In my fourth year, I finally quit wondering about such strange things and started excepting things for what they were. I didn't feel so lonely all the time any more. Hermione and I talked a lot, all "girl stuff". I think one of the reasons we got along so well was because we both missed out on that. I had grown up around boys and her two best friends were boys. By mid fourth year, I really thought of her as a sister.
I got really close to Harry that year too. Whenever I felt depressed, or mad, I would turn to him. I knew I could always count on Harry to put a smile back on my face.
And of course, Michael made a huge difference. I was so thrilled when he asked me out, that I ran all the way from the lake up to the Gryffindor common room where Harry and Hermione were comforting Ron about his bad quiditch practice that day. I was about to blab it all out when Ron's eyes met mine.. I couldn't let him know. I wasn't sure what was stopping me, he just couldn't know.
That night, Ron went to bed early, sick and tired of all the pathetic words of comfort he was getting. Harry and Hermione were still in the common room so I sat down on the floor in between them.
I just sat there, completely silent with a huge grin on my face when Harry finally asked what the hell was going on.
"MICHEAL CORNER ASKED ME OUT!" I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Oh Ginny! That's wonderful! Hermione squealed, while Harry smiled at me and ruffled my hair.
"Hey!" I squeaked. The three of us looked at each other, and then burst out laughing for no reason.
After a couple more minutes, I announced that I was going to sleep. Half way up the stairs, I turned around. "Just please- don't tell Ron." I pleaded.
Hermione gave one of those understanding looks only she could give and before Harry could even ask, she said "and Harry won't either".
That was about. four years ago. Two years before things got really messed up. Harry's seventh year. His last chance.