Title: Prince of the Light
Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz
Disclaimer: Works of Harry Potter and related characters belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner Bros. I just own the plot, some characters and realms. I took the privilege in changing the original character's personalities a bit. Hope no one minds.
NOTE: DO NOT MAKE ANY JUDGEMENT JUST YET! THIS IS NOT AS IT SEEMS!
Third Night-The Burrow
The night was still young, early on the day; she sent a letter and a present, along with her mother's cakes, to the boy which she had admired from the day she met him at the platform. She had been meaning to send the present a long time ago, but she never had the courage to do so. Ginny looked out of the window and saw the full moon rise. Deciding it was still too early to sleep. She went downstairs.
Ron, on the other hand, was sitting by the table, with the morning's Daily Prophet laid out before him. He was thinking back to the past month. A lot has happened since the D.A members went into the Department of Mysteries. Voldemort seems to have started his reign of terror, there were massacres nearly every other day. There were also quite a few murders, but not with the usual Avada Kedavra, but with poisons and knives. Even though it seemed like the work of muggles, the Prophet reported everything that has happened in both the wizarding world and the muggle world. This was all the work of their father, who was made the Minister of Magic after certain incidents, one of which included the firing of ex-Minister Cornelius Fudge.
'They should have fired Fudge ages ago, not believing a single word that Dumbledore said!' Ron was frustrated by the fact that Fudge neglected to tell anyone else that 'You-Know-Who' was back. 'He deserves more than just fired! After all, he endangered everyone and went back against the vow of the Minister!'
His father insisted that the Daily Prophet were to report every death, natural or unnatural, and forced the report of Voldemort coming back to life. He stared at the self-cleaning dishes, listened to the running waters and wondered if Dumbledore would allow Harry to stay over at the Burrow. Even though his father had a promotion, but the family seemed to like their life at the Burrow, as Sirius is now gone, Grimmauld place was not a good option for the Order members to stay. Also, there was a fact that Sirius left Grimmauld place in Harry's care, besides the Burrow was more cosy for the Weasley's liking. Not to mention that there were quite a few neighbours they will instantly miss if they were to move away. No, it is best to stay here. At least if Harry needed their help, they will be near. Just then Ginny came down the stairs, she looked at the clock and saw that her father, Fred and George were still at work. Her father working late is no surprise, but Fred and George usually came in before dinner.
'Probably because of a new store.' Ginny thought to herself as she descended the last few steps to head into the kitchen for a cup of warm milk.
With Bill and Charlie gone for extended time and Percy still as stubborn as ever. The house was becoming rather quite without the two pranksters. Not to mention her mother will be quite lonely after both Ron and herself start school.
'Maybe it's a good thing that mum didn't allow Ron and I to go out, so that she may not be so lonely.'
"Ginny," a voice called out in surprise "What are you doing down here now?" As their mother was upstairs in her bedroom, Ron was curious as to why his 'little' sister came downstairs, even though it wasn't really late. But he had supposed Ginny went back to her room to do her homework.
"I could ask the same for you." Ginny headed over to the counter to get a glass. "What are you doing down here anyways? I thought you said you had work to do back in your room."
"Why would you care?" Ron looked back down on the Prophet laid out on the table, not actually paying attention to what is written.
"Weird isn't it," Ginny suddenly spoke up after taking a seat opposite him.
"What is?"
"With Fred and George now out at work, father being the Minister of Magic and all."
"It's a good change" Ron answered without looking up from the paper and made a grab for his cup of juice. "At least I can be sure that I won't be a test subject for their new products for quite some time."
"But mum is rather lonely, don't you think?" Ginny took another sip from the cup she was holding.
"Yea," Ron finally looked up at Ginny "It would be quite hard for mum after we've left for school." He studied Ginny for a bit longer, seeing how worried his sister is. "But there's nothing we could do, I mean there has to come a time when." He then saw how Ginny reacted to his statement. Tears were starting to fall down her cheeks. Ron decided he better stop her tears so he went over to her, held her cheeks up with his left hand and wiped away the tears with he right.
"Look, there's no need to cry now" Ron kneeled in front of Ginny as she is still sitting down "besides, we're here for mum right now so she wouldn't be so lonely. Later when dad's job is more stable, he'll come home early and Fred and George had just started their shop, so there is bound to be a lot of work now." he trailed off, hoping to sooth his sister a bit more. Ginny is still his precious baby sister, no matter how many years have past. As she grows older, the more beautiful she has become. He knew that when she is of age, she would be the most beautiful women he had ever known.
'What am I thinking? She is my sister!' Ron adjusted his thoughts as he got up. "It's rather late now, I'd better head off to bed. Goodnight Ginny" with that, he headed towards the staircase, not waiting for Ginny's reply.
"Ron." Ginny was left at the table, staring into the empty seat where Ron had been sitting just a few moments ago. She took up the Prophet to read. Flipping through the pages, she wasn't able to find a captivating headline. Just when she decided to give in, she noticed something right at the bottom of the last page, so inconspicuous that not many people would pay attention to such a place. But she did, it was not an article, but more like an advertisement or notice of sorts. It read:
Truth is resolved, Light has arrived, Darkness will not plague the lands, Those Ones will be together, We praise for their return, We await for their arrival, This would be the Last of the First. This would be the End of the Start.
Ginny looked up from the paper, thinking how weird that someone would put something like this in the Prophet. It didn't seem like the kind of thing that the Prophet would accept. But she supposed that it was suppose to be a piece of poetry written to cheer up people in the times of darkness, though it didn't make much sense at all. She decided it was time for bed and headed up.
~Ron's Room~
'What is happening to me?' Ron thought at he stared up at the ceiling. The ghost was rather quiet today, probably went out or something.
'It's a good thing that it's not here, I need some quiet time.' Ron thought about his action just a few minutes ago. What had become of him? He used to think that these feelings were because he cared for his sister. But tonight, he realised that these were not just brotherly feelings, it had developed into something more complicated than he realised.
'This is not good.' It was not that he didn't find other girls attractive, but he found that Ginny had more potential.How could he say it? The feelings which he discovered in Ginny were different from how he felt towards other girls. Including Hermoine. Once he thought the feelings for Hermoine were different from other girls, but after the Christmas Dance incident two years ago, seeing Hermoine with Victor Krum dancing together. He realised it wasn't jealousy, but it was concern. He somehow treated Hermoine something like a sister, he thought, and Ginny like.
'No, can't go down that track of thoughts.' Ron turned and stared at the wall instead of the ceiling. At times like this, he wished that he could see out the window from his bed. He sat up, feeling rather frustrated. This matter was not something to be taken lightly, neither was it one to be talked of.
'This is insane!' Ron paced back and forth his room, thankful that his was the only room on the top floor, and thankful that Harry hadn't arrive yet. Sitting back down on his bed, he considered whether or not to write to Harry. Knowing that Harry is his best friend, he knew that Harry would not judge him.
'At least not too much' But before Ron had started the journey to his desk, he brushed away the idea. He knew that Ginny had always had a crush on Harry, telling him could risk the relationship that Ginny could have had with Harry. He was not about to decline his sister of happiness.
He heaved a big sigh, and laid back down onto the bed, staring back at the ceiling again. This was getting him no where, either he could go and talk it through with Ginny, or this matter could sit in his heart and never be let out.
'If I tell it to Ginny,' He asked himself 'she could either be freaked out or she could beat the crap out of me. Better still, she would think that this is all a joke and then she'll use Fred and George's experimental products on me.' All three options are ones that Ron didn't want to experience. Telling it to Ginny could bring a lot of risk, ones even worst than what Ginny could inflict upon him, ones that he doesn't even want to think about.
'Ginny.' Ron always thought that Ginny was different from others. At first it was just really small, but during the last year, and this holiday, it seemed to have grown in size. It seem that Ron couldn't ignore that fact.
'How I wish that we weren't related.but someone once told me that we can choose friends, but never relatives.in our case, really close relatives'
Ron closed his eyes, willing his mind to sleep, but it seemed that tonight, his mind would not obey his command. Many times this holiday, he realised he is having forbidden feelings towards his little sister. His bedside clock ticked by each second, knowing that sleep is hard to come, he switched on the bedside light and snatched The Quidditch Quip up to read.
'I've really fallen into the trap this time.' Ron sighed as he continued to stare at the magazine. The photos of players zoomed across the page in blurring but hypnotising motion. Finally, after staring at the page long enough, Ron's eyes began to drop giving Ron's mind a much needed rest.
~Ginny's Room~
Ginny thought back to what Ron had said:
"But there's nothing we could do."
How she wished that it wasn't true. Then she thought back to the action of her brother. Ron never seemed to her to be the kind that was sensitive to her emotions. Though it might be because he might finally came to his senses and realised that Ginny was no longer a baby.
'And about time too!' She looked at the full body mirror that she had mum put in her room just next to the door. Thankful that it wasn't one of those enchanted mirrors, she looked at herself. During the past month or so, she had grown out of her baby figure and turned into a rather attractive female.
'A shame that it didn't happen two years ago. When there was a Christmas Ball.' She got out one of her newly acquired robes that she got with her mother when they last went out shopping. Never in her life up until now, did she experience such a shopping spree.
'Well, considering our financial status back then.' The robe she got out was one of the dress robes in pale indigo, sleeveless with turtleneck. It had golden embroidery on the neck and the hem of the dress. There was a pair of matching gloves to go with it. In front of the mirror she swished about with the dress in front of her. Hoping that there would be something like a ball this year, but she knew not to keep her hopes up too high.
'Wonder what Harry and Ron would think about this dress.wait a minute, why am I pulling my brother into this?' During her shopping spree with mum, none of the brothers knew as Fred and George were busy with their shop, Charlie was out in Romania, Bill was in Egypt and Ron, for some odd reason, had gone out down to the village alone. So Ginny and her mother went to Diagon Alley to have a bit or fun.
She had thought how nice it would be to be able to have Harry as a partner for a dance.
'Who wouldn't?' Ginny giggled for a bit. 'After everything that he's done. All those times he saved the school, and not to mention our lives. He'd even risked his life to save his god-father's life, and mine as well.' Ginny thought of Harry as a really brave hero, ever since she heard of him through books and reports, she saw him of a prince in shining armour. Hoping that one-day, she could live like the fairy tales, standing beside the hero throughout all his journeys to unknown lands. How she always wished to be there for him during times of depression and crisis. Ginny knew that right before the end of year feast, Harry was feeling depressed, like he did when Cedric died during the Third Task in the Triwizard Tournament. With that, she felt immediate frustration.
'Harry should learn to give up those kind of guilt.' Ginny disapprove of the 'depressed' Harry. The Harry she admired was the one who she saw in the station for the first time. The one who finds the wizarding world a world to be discovered. The Harry who was always curious at many things. The Harry who was carefree when riding the broom. But during the last two years, she had found that there were more to Harry than it meets the eye. Several times she had glanced over at him in the common room and found him staring down at a book. At that time, Ron was jealous of Harry and Ginny didn't know if it was alright to approach him.
Ginny knew that she might not be able to be as close to Harry like Ron and Hermoine is, but she had dearly hoped to be included. That was why she had finally plucked up the courage to write to him on his birthday after three years. Although she had said it was suppose to be a 'thank you note' but to her, it had another meaning. She hoped that with this note, there would be a glimmer of hope of a friendship developing.
'After all, if Ron and Hermoine could be his friend, why can't I?'
Putting back the dress into the dresser and turning of the lights, she laid down on her bed, pondering on the outcome of the letter in the darkness of her room with only the moonlight shining from the windows. Would Harry reply to her or would he just ignore it? She would write to Hermoine and tell her about it in the morning. During the past years, she and Hermoine had developed quite a stable relationship. Ginny confided in Hermoine a lot, not that there weren't any other girls in her year that were friends with her. But she found that Hermoine was quite like a sister, an older sibling that she couldn't find in her present family. She tried to relax for a bit, trying hard not to think if their mother would feel lonely after they left for school and secretly hoping that Harry would come to stay for the rest of the summer. But so far, no luck from Dumbledore. She gaze out of the window next to her bed, looking at the moon again, seeing the stars twinkle in the sky then finally fell asleep.
A/N: Now, this is a rather short chapter isn't it? But it seems that my head needs to re-configure itself. As for what happened to Harry, you'd know later on. But for now, let's look at the Weasley household. As for the 'romance' part of the story, you'd have to wait and see the pairs. I can ensure you that nothing is as it seems, please don't try and kill me yet.wait till around 2 chapters before judging. I've changed the way in which to give you sneak peeks.
~Off stage~ Ginny: What the heck is the writer trying to do to us now?
Ron: Really, I have no idea. Hopefully not anything too bad.
Harry: If you think that's bad, I'd hate to think what the writer had in store for me. After reading so many fics, you'd think I'm gonna drop dead any minute.
Hermoine: Now, now Harry. I'm sure that the writer won't try anything nasty now will you??
Phantom: Heh. Certainly you guys can trust me! I mean after all, this is my first fic. Don't judge so early! Besides, I have a name and that's Phantom.
Harry: How convincing But really, what DO you plan on doing??
Ron: Hey! Hermoine, take a look at this!
Phantom: WAIT!!!! DON'T LOOK!!!
Ginny, Ron, Harry: Don't even try to move.
Phantom: Alright, alright. No need to get magical.
Harry: Hermoine, read out what's gonna happen.
Hermoine: Let's see now.there's quite a few blank pages here.
Phantom: Of course! I'm still planning it!
Hermoine: Wait, there's a few notes.let's see.there's quite a few explanations.hey! I'm about to make my debut appearance.
Harry, Ron: Congratulations!
Ron:We haven't seen you for quite some time, thought Phantom had killed you or something.
Phantom: I HAD NO INTENSION OF KILLING ANYONE. yet.
Ginny, Ron, Hermoine, Harry: WHAT?!
Phantom: Nothing.
Hermoine: "Then one sunny morning, in the early daylight where the birds chirped melodiously their song. There suddenly was a loud sound.
KABOOM!"
Phantom: Shouldn't you guys be going now?? I don't wanna pay overtime.
Ginny, Ron, Harry: What the.?? When the.? How the.?
Hermoine: Translated; what, when and how did you get out??
Phantom: Wouldn't you like to know now??
Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz
Disclaimer: Works of Harry Potter and related characters belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner Bros. I just own the plot, some characters and realms. I took the privilege in changing the original character's personalities a bit. Hope no one minds.
NOTE: DO NOT MAKE ANY JUDGEMENT JUST YET! THIS IS NOT AS IT SEEMS!
Third Night-The Burrow
The night was still young, early on the day; she sent a letter and a present, along with her mother's cakes, to the boy which she had admired from the day she met him at the platform. She had been meaning to send the present a long time ago, but she never had the courage to do so. Ginny looked out of the window and saw the full moon rise. Deciding it was still too early to sleep. She went downstairs.
Ron, on the other hand, was sitting by the table, with the morning's Daily Prophet laid out before him. He was thinking back to the past month. A lot has happened since the D.A members went into the Department of Mysteries. Voldemort seems to have started his reign of terror, there were massacres nearly every other day. There were also quite a few murders, but not with the usual Avada Kedavra, but with poisons and knives. Even though it seemed like the work of muggles, the Prophet reported everything that has happened in both the wizarding world and the muggle world. This was all the work of their father, who was made the Minister of Magic after certain incidents, one of which included the firing of ex-Minister Cornelius Fudge.
'They should have fired Fudge ages ago, not believing a single word that Dumbledore said!' Ron was frustrated by the fact that Fudge neglected to tell anyone else that 'You-Know-Who' was back. 'He deserves more than just fired! After all, he endangered everyone and went back against the vow of the Minister!'
His father insisted that the Daily Prophet were to report every death, natural or unnatural, and forced the report of Voldemort coming back to life. He stared at the self-cleaning dishes, listened to the running waters and wondered if Dumbledore would allow Harry to stay over at the Burrow. Even though his father had a promotion, but the family seemed to like their life at the Burrow, as Sirius is now gone, Grimmauld place was not a good option for the Order members to stay. Also, there was a fact that Sirius left Grimmauld place in Harry's care, besides the Burrow was more cosy for the Weasley's liking. Not to mention that there were quite a few neighbours they will instantly miss if they were to move away. No, it is best to stay here. At least if Harry needed their help, they will be near. Just then Ginny came down the stairs, she looked at the clock and saw that her father, Fred and George were still at work. Her father working late is no surprise, but Fred and George usually came in before dinner.
'Probably because of a new store.' Ginny thought to herself as she descended the last few steps to head into the kitchen for a cup of warm milk.
With Bill and Charlie gone for extended time and Percy still as stubborn as ever. The house was becoming rather quite without the two pranksters. Not to mention her mother will be quite lonely after both Ron and herself start school.
'Maybe it's a good thing that mum didn't allow Ron and I to go out, so that she may not be so lonely.'
"Ginny," a voice called out in surprise "What are you doing down here now?" As their mother was upstairs in her bedroom, Ron was curious as to why his 'little' sister came downstairs, even though it wasn't really late. But he had supposed Ginny went back to her room to do her homework.
"I could ask the same for you." Ginny headed over to the counter to get a glass. "What are you doing down here anyways? I thought you said you had work to do back in your room."
"Why would you care?" Ron looked back down on the Prophet laid out on the table, not actually paying attention to what is written.
"Weird isn't it," Ginny suddenly spoke up after taking a seat opposite him.
"What is?"
"With Fred and George now out at work, father being the Minister of Magic and all."
"It's a good change" Ron answered without looking up from the paper and made a grab for his cup of juice. "At least I can be sure that I won't be a test subject for their new products for quite some time."
"But mum is rather lonely, don't you think?" Ginny took another sip from the cup she was holding.
"Yea," Ron finally looked up at Ginny "It would be quite hard for mum after we've left for school." He studied Ginny for a bit longer, seeing how worried his sister is. "But there's nothing we could do, I mean there has to come a time when." He then saw how Ginny reacted to his statement. Tears were starting to fall down her cheeks. Ron decided he better stop her tears so he went over to her, held her cheeks up with his left hand and wiped away the tears with he right.
"Look, there's no need to cry now" Ron kneeled in front of Ginny as she is still sitting down "besides, we're here for mum right now so she wouldn't be so lonely. Later when dad's job is more stable, he'll come home early and Fred and George had just started their shop, so there is bound to be a lot of work now." he trailed off, hoping to sooth his sister a bit more. Ginny is still his precious baby sister, no matter how many years have past. As she grows older, the more beautiful she has become. He knew that when she is of age, she would be the most beautiful women he had ever known.
'What am I thinking? She is my sister!' Ron adjusted his thoughts as he got up. "It's rather late now, I'd better head off to bed. Goodnight Ginny" with that, he headed towards the staircase, not waiting for Ginny's reply.
"Ron." Ginny was left at the table, staring into the empty seat where Ron had been sitting just a few moments ago. She took up the Prophet to read. Flipping through the pages, she wasn't able to find a captivating headline. Just when she decided to give in, she noticed something right at the bottom of the last page, so inconspicuous that not many people would pay attention to such a place. But she did, it was not an article, but more like an advertisement or notice of sorts. It read:
Truth is resolved, Light has arrived, Darkness will not plague the lands, Those Ones will be together, We praise for their return, We await for their arrival, This would be the Last of the First. This would be the End of the Start.
Ginny looked up from the paper, thinking how weird that someone would put something like this in the Prophet. It didn't seem like the kind of thing that the Prophet would accept. But she supposed that it was suppose to be a piece of poetry written to cheer up people in the times of darkness, though it didn't make much sense at all. She decided it was time for bed and headed up.
~Ron's Room~
'What is happening to me?' Ron thought at he stared up at the ceiling. The ghost was rather quiet today, probably went out or something.
'It's a good thing that it's not here, I need some quiet time.' Ron thought about his action just a few minutes ago. What had become of him? He used to think that these feelings were because he cared for his sister. But tonight, he realised that these were not just brotherly feelings, it had developed into something more complicated than he realised.
'This is not good.' It was not that he didn't find other girls attractive, but he found that Ginny had more potential.How could he say it? The feelings which he discovered in Ginny were different from how he felt towards other girls. Including Hermoine. Once he thought the feelings for Hermoine were different from other girls, but after the Christmas Dance incident two years ago, seeing Hermoine with Victor Krum dancing together. He realised it wasn't jealousy, but it was concern. He somehow treated Hermoine something like a sister, he thought, and Ginny like.
'No, can't go down that track of thoughts.' Ron turned and stared at the wall instead of the ceiling. At times like this, he wished that he could see out the window from his bed. He sat up, feeling rather frustrated. This matter was not something to be taken lightly, neither was it one to be talked of.
'This is insane!' Ron paced back and forth his room, thankful that his was the only room on the top floor, and thankful that Harry hadn't arrive yet. Sitting back down on his bed, he considered whether or not to write to Harry. Knowing that Harry is his best friend, he knew that Harry would not judge him.
'At least not too much' But before Ron had started the journey to his desk, he brushed away the idea. He knew that Ginny had always had a crush on Harry, telling him could risk the relationship that Ginny could have had with Harry. He was not about to decline his sister of happiness.
He heaved a big sigh, and laid back down onto the bed, staring back at the ceiling again. This was getting him no where, either he could go and talk it through with Ginny, or this matter could sit in his heart and never be let out.
'If I tell it to Ginny,' He asked himself 'she could either be freaked out or she could beat the crap out of me. Better still, she would think that this is all a joke and then she'll use Fred and George's experimental products on me.' All three options are ones that Ron didn't want to experience. Telling it to Ginny could bring a lot of risk, ones even worst than what Ginny could inflict upon him, ones that he doesn't even want to think about.
'Ginny.' Ron always thought that Ginny was different from others. At first it was just really small, but during the last year, and this holiday, it seemed to have grown in size. It seem that Ron couldn't ignore that fact.
'How I wish that we weren't related.but someone once told me that we can choose friends, but never relatives.in our case, really close relatives'
Ron closed his eyes, willing his mind to sleep, but it seemed that tonight, his mind would not obey his command. Many times this holiday, he realised he is having forbidden feelings towards his little sister. His bedside clock ticked by each second, knowing that sleep is hard to come, he switched on the bedside light and snatched The Quidditch Quip up to read.
'I've really fallen into the trap this time.' Ron sighed as he continued to stare at the magazine. The photos of players zoomed across the page in blurring but hypnotising motion. Finally, after staring at the page long enough, Ron's eyes began to drop giving Ron's mind a much needed rest.
~Ginny's Room~
Ginny thought back to what Ron had said:
"But there's nothing we could do."
How she wished that it wasn't true. Then she thought back to the action of her brother. Ron never seemed to her to be the kind that was sensitive to her emotions. Though it might be because he might finally came to his senses and realised that Ginny was no longer a baby.
'And about time too!' She looked at the full body mirror that she had mum put in her room just next to the door. Thankful that it wasn't one of those enchanted mirrors, she looked at herself. During the past month or so, she had grown out of her baby figure and turned into a rather attractive female.
'A shame that it didn't happen two years ago. When there was a Christmas Ball.' She got out one of her newly acquired robes that she got with her mother when they last went out shopping. Never in her life up until now, did she experience such a shopping spree.
'Well, considering our financial status back then.' The robe she got out was one of the dress robes in pale indigo, sleeveless with turtleneck. It had golden embroidery on the neck and the hem of the dress. There was a pair of matching gloves to go with it. In front of the mirror she swished about with the dress in front of her. Hoping that there would be something like a ball this year, but she knew not to keep her hopes up too high.
'Wonder what Harry and Ron would think about this dress.wait a minute, why am I pulling my brother into this?' During her shopping spree with mum, none of the brothers knew as Fred and George were busy with their shop, Charlie was out in Romania, Bill was in Egypt and Ron, for some odd reason, had gone out down to the village alone. So Ginny and her mother went to Diagon Alley to have a bit or fun.
She had thought how nice it would be to be able to have Harry as a partner for a dance.
'Who wouldn't?' Ginny giggled for a bit. 'After everything that he's done. All those times he saved the school, and not to mention our lives. He'd even risked his life to save his god-father's life, and mine as well.' Ginny thought of Harry as a really brave hero, ever since she heard of him through books and reports, she saw him of a prince in shining armour. Hoping that one-day, she could live like the fairy tales, standing beside the hero throughout all his journeys to unknown lands. How she always wished to be there for him during times of depression and crisis. Ginny knew that right before the end of year feast, Harry was feeling depressed, like he did when Cedric died during the Third Task in the Triwizard Tournament. With that, she felt immediate frustration.
'Harry should learn to give up those kind of guilt.' Ginny disapprove of the 'depressed' Harry. The Harry she admired was the one who she saw in the station for the first time. The one who finds the wizarding world a world to be discovered. The Harry who was always curious at many things. The Harry who was carefree when riding the broom. But during the last two years, she had found that there were more to Harry than it meets the eye. Several times she had glanced over at him in the common room and found him staring down at a book. At that time, Ron was jealous of Harry and Ginny didn't know if it was alright to approach him.
Ginny knew that she might not be able to be as close to Harry like Ron and Hermoine is, but she had dearly hoped to be included. That was why she had finally plucked up the courage to write to him on his birthday after three years. Although she had said it was suppose to be a 'thank you note' but to her, it had another meaning. She hoped that with this note, there would be a glimmer of hope of a friendship developing.
'After all, if Ron and Hermoine could be his friend, why can't I?'
Putting back the dress into the dresser and turning of the lights, she laid down on her bed, pondering on the outcome of the letter in the darkness of her room with only the moonlight shining from the windows. Would Harry reply to her or would he just ignore it? She would write to Hermoine and tell her about it in the morning. During the past years, she and Hermoine had developed quite a stable relationship. Ginny confided in Hermoine a lot, not that there weren't any other girls in her year that were friends with her. But she found that Hermoine was quite like a sister, an older sibling that she couldn't find in her present family. She tried to relax for a bit, trying hard not to think if their mother would feel lonely after they left for school and secretly hoping that Harry would come to stay for the rest of the summer. But so far, no luck from Dumbledore. She gaze out of the window next to her bed, looking at the moon again, seeing the stars twinkle in the sky then finally fell asleep.
A/N: Now, this is a rather short chapter isn't it? But it seems that my head needs to re-configure itself. As for what happened to Harry, you'd know later on. But for now, let's look at the Weasley household. As for the 'romance' part of the story, you'd have to wait and see the pairs. I can ensure you that nothing is as it seems, please don't try and kill me yet.wait till around 2 chapters before judging. I've changed the way in which to give you sneak peeks.
~Off stage~ Ginny: What the heck is the writer trying to do to us now?
Ron: Really, I have no idea. Hopefully not anything too bad.
Harry: If you think that's bad, I'd hate to think what the writer had in store for me. After reading so many fics, you'd think I'm gonna drop dead any minute.
Hermoine: Now, now Harry. I'm sure that the writer won't try anything nasty now will you??
Phantom: Heh. Certainly you guys can trust me! I mean after all, this is my first fic. Don't judge so early! Besides, I have a name and that's Phantom.
Harry: How convincing But really, what DO you plan on doing??
Ron: Hey! Hermoine, take a look at this!
Phantom: WAIT!!!! DON'T LOOK!!!
Ginny, Ron, Harry: Don't even try to move.
Phantom: Alright, alright. No need to get magical.
Harry: Hermoine, read out what's gonna happen.
Hermoine: Let's see now.there's quite a few blank pages here.
Phantom: Of course! I'm still planning it!
Hermoine: Wait, there's a few notes.let's see.there's quite a few explanations.hey! I'm about to make my debut appearance.
Harry, Ron: Congratulations!
Ron:We haven't seen you for quite some time, thought Phantom had killed you or something.
Phantom: I HAD NO INTENSION OF KILLING ANYONE. yet.
Ginny, Ron, Hermoine, Harry: WHAT?!
Phantom: Nothing.
Hermoine: "Then one sunny morning, in the early daylight where the birds chirped melodiously their song. There suddenly was a loud sound.
KABOOM!"
Phantom: Shouldn't you guys be going now?? I don't wanna pay overtime.
Ginny, Ron, Harry: What the.?? When the.? How the.?
Hermoine: Translated; what, when and how did you get out??
Phantom: Wouldn't you like to know now??