Disclaimer: I own everything that doesn't come from J. K. Rowling's books. E. g I own plot new characters etc.
Prologue
The dreams were once nightmares, but ever since the incident I have seen the truly beautiful side to them. Ever since then, my new outlook on life began to affect all aspects of my life.
This is my story.
The sun shone through the window, rays slanting across her face. One by one each eyelid opened, spots dancing before her eyes. Her muscles groaned as she clambered out of bed, her lanky form tripping over its own feet.
As she reached for her robe her eyes slid to her image reflected in the mirror and it finally hit her how much she had changed over the summer. Her face had acquired an aristocratic, chiseled look, her full lips and exotic turquoise eyes capturing the attention of adoring males. She glanced down; her body had finally filled out to match her height. Her chest had filled out and she now boasted the voluptuous figure that most girls craved.
Her slim fingers drifted to the braid that hung down her back. Her hair had grown so much. She slipped on her robe and reached for the door handle. She winced as she opened the door; the sound of her brothers downstairs was enough to make anyone nervous.
As she walked into the kitchen her eyes locked with Harry's, he must have arrived that morning, as his gaze seemed to undress her with his eyes. She smiled and sat into the seat next to him, reaching for the waffles and bacon.
She wrapped her towel around her and stepped out of the shower. Once again her reflection seemed to shock her. She was making her way down the hall towards her bedroom when she heard a noise. Curious, she opened the door to Charlie's room, now unused, to find Harry and Hermione locked in a tight embrace.
She gasped, the sight not registering properly. She turned and ran. As she slammed her door she heard…
"Ginny!"
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