Sorry I removed my story, but I decided to write more first, no please don't kill me (I'm sure you can resist?) Besides I had to rewrite the end of this chapter...sorry again, enjoy!

Chapter one: A loong wait

As the summer holidays drew to a close, I began to feel more and more unhappy as I realised that my two idols, Fred and George, would be going to school within the next week. They would be off, pulling more pranks at Hogwarts, learning magic galore to aid them as well. The life of the house would be gone, and I would be left to my own devices – to wander aimlessly through the house, looking for things to do to occupy my time until my own school started a week after Hogwarts did.

Still, the last week of their holiday was far from boring, as a rule. Fred and George kicked up even more ruckus than usual: Dad's wand suddenly started acting moody until it eventually bit his finger, one of Mum's cooking books turned into a book which swore at her every time she tried to look up a recipe, half my bedroom decided to move itself to random places (that kept me busy for an entire day), Bill's long ponytail was gone one morning and replaced by a ridiculous looking crew cut, Ron's hands and feet were even larger than they normally were, Charlie suddenly seemed to be covered in more burns than usual – his face was bright red for three days straight – and surprise, surprise, Percy was left alone in his room, moaning and clutching his stomach and cursing Fred and George. However, the day they left for Hogwarts was the day that he miraculously recovered.

'Ginny,' Mum whispered in my ear in the small hours of the morning. 'Time to get up.' She shook me gently and then bustled about my room, opening the curtains and kicking a few of my scattered possessions out of the way.

I clambered out of bed, sleepy-eyed and dog tired, but I really wanted to come today. Today I would see how I would be going to get to Platform 9¾ next year – no one had yet bothered to tell me, and decided that it would be simplest to show me instead. I had no objections.

'Ginny, when we get back I want you to clean up this mess.'

'Of course, Mum, but when Fred and George are here there's no point, because they constantly mess it up.'

'Yes, I'm always glad when they go back to school. Bring some peace and quiet back into the house.'

'Oh it's not that bad, Mum...go on, admit it, you like some of the pranks they pull. Besides, whenever they come home from school they have learnt even more ways that they can pull pranks, and undoubtedly thought up a thousand more.'

'Yes, you can't win, can you?'

'It's fun though.'

'To those who aren't victims. And you're right, dear – I do like some of their jokes. But only a minority. Just the tiniest minority,' she finished a bit unwillingly. I grinned. As much as she liked them, she didn't want to admit it.

'But hurry up now dear. Come down for breakfast and we'll be off. Unfortunately your father can't come with us – urgent business at the Ministry.' With that, she bustled out the door, closing it behind her and leaving me to get ready.

I flung my nightie onto my bed, and walked over to my wardrobe. I ignored the mirror hanging on the inside of the door – I didn't particularly admire my looks – and glanced over my clothes. What should I wear? Something Muggle-like and casual. I selected my favourite denim jeans and green shirt, which read So...? It also complemented my hair colour quite well.

Speaking of my hair – it was a mess. Bed hair, ugh. Not having my own wand yet, I did it up as well as I could, brushing it back out of my face and securing it with hair clips. I tilted my head, checking in the mirror. That would do okay.

I bounced downstairs, trying to pull on my socks and shoes as I did so, with the result that I tripped and tumbled down the last three. Oops. I quickly stood up, fixed my hair, and sat down at the breakfast table to alphabet cereal – meant for little kids, as it shouted out each letter as you speared it with your fork (they were large letters!), but I rather liked the flavour, and the voice which shouted out the letter was cute and funny if you speared several letters in quick succession. Once Mum had to tell me off for doing this with the letters 'f', 'u', 'c', 'k', 'm' and 'e' in that order.

Mum implored me to eat my breakfast quickly – we were running a bit late. Nothing unusual. But I had to giggle as I wolfed down my cereal, spearing random letters and stuffing them into my mouth. Jkhiklmnipestredful, imotlkobnzvrom, said my breakfast. I would have said something back, but couldn't as my mouth was bulging.

The instant I was finished, Mum whisked the bowl and fork from under my nose, put them in the sink, commanded them with a flick of her wand to wash themselves and put themselves in the drying rack when they were done, and hurried me out the door to the car, where Fred and George and Percy and Ron were puffing and panting in the struggle to lift their enormous trunks into the boot of the car.

'Remind me not to pack so many rat brains next year,' George gasped.

'What do you need rat brains for, you disgusting boy?' Mum asked sternly.

'To sell them off as bat brains and make a fortune, so we can dominate Zonko's Joke Shop,' Fred said seriously. Bat brains did look exactly the same as rat brains – but were far more expensive. And while rat brains would actually do nothing to you, bat brains were supposed to be beneficial in boosting the memory, and really tasted no different to rat brains.

Mum just rolled her eyes and sighed.

We piled into the enchanted car and drove to King's Cross Station, Mum muttering occasionally under her breath.

'Passing off rat brains as bat brains, honestly! How rat brained would you have to be?' Fred and George heard her, of course; but instead of throwing back a smart-arse comment as they usually would, they simply shot evil grins at each other.

I envied them all going to school and being in each other's company, leaving me alone at home. Bill had moved out to Egypt split-quick after regrowing his ponytail to do some work for Gringotts, and Charlie had suddenly up and left, leaving a note explaining that he was wanted in Romania to help with 'dragon control', as he called it. He did this the day after his excess burns disappeared – to Fred and George's tremendous sorrow.

We eventually arrived at King's Cross at ten to eleven. Mum hurried us to the barrier between a part of the magical world and the Muggle world, pushing Fred and George's extra trunk in front of her on a trolley and complaining about the amount of Muggles. She briskly ordered Percy through; then Fred and George. At that moment, a boy pushing a trolley with a trunk and owl approached us.

He had jet-black, messy hair and mesmerising green eyes. He was skinny and really rather cute. He seemed a bit lost. He asked how to get onto the station, but Mum kept cutting him off, finishing his sentences for him, which actually seemed to boost his confidence a tiny bit.

Mum explained to him how to get through the barrier, and suggested he go before Ron. Looking rather apprehensive, the boy turned and went, taking the barrier at a run. After he was gone, Mum gave Ron a little shove.

'Off you go then, dear.'

Ron walked casually forwards and stepped through the barrier, melting into the wall and vanishing. How come the Muggles didn't notice anything? Was it normal to them, to see humans stepping through walls? I didn't think so. Maybe the barrier was enchanted so that Muggles always looked away when someone walked through from either side.

'Come on, Ginny.' Mum walked towards the barrier, ignoring some sleaze's comment about her weight. Her facial expression didn't change as she took my hand and pulled me through the barrier.

It felt weird...because I felt nothing. The barrier was like a visual illusion, something which appeared solid but in fact, wasn't. It was like thin air; a rainbow, which everyone can see, but which no one can touch, because it is just light, slowed down and separated into colours.

But this was more than a physical barrier: it also seemed to be a sound barrier. I hadn't been able to hear any of this noise from the other side, nor the tooting of the steam train which was the Hogwarts Express.

Fred, George, Ron and Percy had disappeared. Mum still held my hand, and now used it to pull me through the crowd, ignoring the shrieking of a few people surrounding a first year boy with a box.

Eventually she spotted Fred and George and called to them. Ron and Percy joined us, too.

Mum began her usual pre-school lecture, but I drifted out of the conversation, thinking about the boy who had asked how to get through the barrier. Those eyes...eyes are the most emotionally expressive feature on the face. This boy seemed troubled, somewhat overburdened, perhaps...?

Then Fred and George blurted out that the boy was Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter...? Did I just hear that correctly??

I begged Mum to let me go and see him again, but she told me off. Oh, she was right I know – he was not something you gawp and point at and take photos of in a zoo. He was a human being, just like me. But to imagine that he seemed just like any other boy, when he was in fact, the Harry Potter himself. And I had dismissed him as an ordinary boy...it infuriated me. My own idiocy! Of course he was starting this year! I should have been on the lookout – he could have been any of the hundreds of boys around me. Naturally though, he was one hell of a lot cuter than any of these boys here...these were plain and average looking next to him.

And now to think that I would have to wait an entire year before catching another glimpse at him...look into those eyes again. Damn my ignorance!

The next thing I heard was Fred and George promising to send me a Hogwarts toilet seat. I started up in alarm. What use would I have of that?

And then the train started moving off, with a final toot. I started running after it, laughing and crying, for Fred and George and Ron and maybe even Percy, but mainly the cutest boy on the planet – Harry Potter.

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The first thing I did when I got home was start writing.

I wrote in my diary. I wrote letters to overseas friends, telling them all about how I had seen the Harry Potter and how I was going to his school next year. I also wrote rather imaginative, scripted conversations between Harry and myself. I ended up throwing them in the waste paper bin and cupping my chin in my hands, staring out the window and daydreaming. This time I daydreamed up conversations, and these flowed much faster and smoothly than those I had written.

I imagined what he would be like. How he would walk, how he would talk, how he would act. What he would be, as a person. His personality. His reaction to everyone when they started pointing at him and whispering...as would undoubtedly happen. Harry was so well-known throughout the wizarding world, that there would hardly be a person who hadn't at least heard his name spoken twenty times as they were walking down Diagon Alley.

I thought about all this and more, until my brain jerked me back into reality. I grinned suddenly. I was captivated by Harry.

I glanced around me, and sighed. This was going to be one loong wait. Might as well get started – with cleaning up my room.

After the prank Fred and George had pulled, it had taken me an entire day to find everything and put it back in its proper place. Now, there was still a lot of space on the floor taken up with my scattered belongings.

Just wait, I thought, until I get my wand. Then I can pay back those evil twins. Evil twins. Wish I had one. I could discover what my evil side was like.

After my room had been cleaned up, there was nothing much to do. The year dragged...nothing memorable happened, apart from a few school happenings. Those stupid Muggles...how they made me laugh. One incident occurred when one of the boys won at high jump during the athletics carnival – 2.03 metres was how high he jumped – and one of his admirers claimed that it must be magic.

Of course it wasn't. It was the latest in shoe technology...I hear they've invented shoes that have such spring in them, that it feels like you're moonwalking.

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Eventually, finally, at last, the year came to an end. The boys came home, and it was lively chaos, fun, and my room was never tidy. Nothing could be better.

I bounced around the house as though I were wearing the latest in shoe technology, talking my head off non-stop. Percy stayed in his room all the time, coming out only for meals, which was strange – but it suited me fine. The small booms coming from Fred and George's room were in full swing again and the house was full of energy.

Then I heard in passing that Ron was not getting replies to his letters from Harry. What? Since when was a cute boy such as him ignorant to his best friend? Maybe he was dwelling on the Lord Voldemort shit he'd gone through last year. I'd heard about it, of course, from Ron. He was wide-eyed and awe-struck as he recounted what had occurred at the castle, and made me wish to go there even more.

Then suddenly, Harry was at our house. I had heard Mum yelling at Fred and George downstairs in the early hours, but suddenly it had gone quiet. Wanting to know what had happened nonetheless, I slipped on my slippers and popped downstairs. There, I saw Harry Potter sitting at our table eating breakfast!

I couldn't help myself. The second I saw him, I let out a squeal and dashed back up to my room, my heart thudding. Harry was at our house! I danced a silent jig on the carpet. But I decided to wait until I heard him get up and leave before I went to eat my own breakfast – my face would go as red as my hair.

Suddenly I heard a de-gnoming going on in the back yard. I peeped out my window and saw Harryjoining in. One had bitten his finger and he was shaking it so hard, that eventually it flew off his finger fifty feet into the air. I heard Fred or George comment about it, otherwise I wouldn't have known – it had flown higher than I could see from my bedroom window.

I was getting dressed when I heard Mum yelling at Dad – he must be home. I put my ear to the door and listened. Dad had bewitched a car to fly, and Fred and George had 'borrowed' it last night and brought Harry here like that. I shook my head in disbelief – but I wasn't complaining.

Then I heard someone walking past my door – Ron talking to an unfamiliar voice. I poked my head out the door to look and froze in shock and – well, happiness.

It was Harry. And he was looking straight at me!!

As soon as he saw me, I snapped my door shut; glad he couldn't see my cheeks burning. He was so damn cute! Then I heard Ron blabbing on – how I wasn't usually this shy – and my face burned even redder and I cursed Ron under my breath. If only I had a wand! I would snap his mouth shut and watch him suffer. Muahaha!

I felt a little surprised about myself then. Maybe I did have an evil side.

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