Title: Ginny Weasley, The Sorcerers Stone, and The Chamber of Secrets

by: ginnyismyname at yahoo dot com

Author's Note: Hi, nice to meet you. Just to let whomever reads this story know: this is the series in the eyes of Ginny Weasley. It isn't in Ginny's POV, but it follows her around. This is my first time writing fan fiction and I'm not very good at it. Can you please review it? Or e-mail me.

Disclamiar: Ginny Weasley, her family, Harry Potter, etc. Belongs to Jo Rowling. Kings Cross is a public place. Um...That might be it.


Chapter 1: King's Cross

"--packed with Muggles, of course." Mrs. Weasley said leading her children through the masses. Ten-year-old Ginny Weasley hung tightly to her mother's arm. She badly wanted to tell the mad woman that it was a MUGGLE train station, so who should it be packed with except MUGGLES. At the same time Ginny wanted second helpings of chocolate brownies at dinner that night, so she kept that first fact to herself.

"Now," Mrs. Weasley continued, "what's the platform number?"

"Nine and three-quarters!" Ginny exclaimed. She had memorized her brohter's acceptance letter, school list, and train tickets because she longed to be joining them. She tugged on her mother's hand and pleaded, "Mum, can't I go..."

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet," Mrs. Weasley said, jerking her daughters hand and turning in the right direction. She found the correct platform and turned to face her boys. "All right, Percy, you go first."

Ginny watched as her older brother went into position and ran forward into the metal barrier. A crowd walked by just in time so no one would see him vanish. Ginny looked longingly at the wall, wishing to go to Hogwarts with her siblings. Now that Ron was old enough to go to school, Ginny would be all alone at The Burrow with no one to play with except for her mother, whose idea of fun was cleaning the fireplace and knitting and her father, who enjoyed looking at his collection of plugs.

"Fred, you next," Mrs. Weasley said to one of the twins. Ginny grinned as a devilish look passed over Fred's face, but it was gone as soon as it appeared.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George. Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?" He walked to the barrier and readied himself.

"Sorry George, dear," Mrs. Weasley said looking at her boys.

"Only joking, I am Fred," he said, and ran toward the barrier with a wicked smile across his face.

"Hurry up!" George whined. Fred vanished from view and his twin brother followed him. Ginny sighed; all her brothers were leaving her for months and months.

"Excuse me," came a voice from behind her. Ginny and her mother wheeled around.

"Hello, dear," Mrs. Weasley said to a dark-haired boy. He was really skinny and his jet black hair was shaggy and stuck up in oddly attractive places. Ginny's stomach jumped the moment she looked into his bright green eyes. "First time at Hogwarts?" Mrs. Weasley continued. "Ron's new too." Ginny's eyes darted to Ron, who smiled and nodded to the dark-haired boy.

"Yes," the boy said. "The thing is -- the thing is, I don't know how to --"

"How to get onto the platform?" Mrs. Weasley said kindly, and the dark-haired boy nodded. Ginny suddenly felt very hot; she hoped she wasn't sweating.

"Not to worry," Mrs. Weasley went on. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron."

Ginny watched the boy's handsome face. "Er--okay," he said. Ginny looked on as he pushed his trolley around and faced the metal wall. He closed his eyes and ran at the barrier. Ginny's heart was pounding. He was only a boy, why did he make her feel this way?

'I've lived with boys all my entire life and not one of them made me feel like that,' she thought wildly, then she reminded herself that they were all her brothers and they weren't part of the royal family! She smiled at her own joke.

The dark-haired boy disappeared from sight, but the feeling he left her didn't go away. She silently wondered if all ten-year-old girls felt this, although at the same time she knew she wasn't anything like most ten-year-old girls. Namely because she was a witch. She was so lost in her thoughts that she missed Ron's disappearance through the barrier.

"Ready dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked her daughter. Ginny nodded and they got in the same spot that Percy, Fred, George, Ron and the dark-haired boy had started in and joined them on the platform a few seconds later. Ginny glanced around for the dark-haired boy but she didn't see him anywhere. What she did see was the familiar scarlet steam engine that she had watched her brothers board every September 1st since she was born.

"Now," Mrs. Weasley said, pulling Ginny around the train platform, looking through the windows of the steam engine. "Where are your brothers?" They found Ron walking off the train and in the windows they noticed two patches of bright red hair. "Fred? George? Are you there?"

"Coming, Mum," they said and a second later they were bouncing off the train and joining Ron and Ginny.

"Ron," Mrs. Weasley scolded, "you've got something on your nose." Ron tried to get away but to Ginny's delight he didn't and Mrs. Weasley started rubbing his nose with her freshly-licked thumb.

"Mum--geroff," he whined and wriggled free.

"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?" Fred said in a baby voice.

"Shut up," said Ron and Ginny giggled into her hand.

"Where's Percy?" Mrs.Weasley wondered out loud.

"He's coming now." Ginny pointed toward the front of the train. Percy was already in his Hogwarts uniform and Ginny glanced longingly at his robes and thought of the day when she would be at Hogwarts with all her brothers and the dark-haired boy...

"Can't stay long, Mother," Percy said in his superior voice. "I'm up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves --"

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said Fred with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea."

"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said George. "Once --"

"Or twice --"

"A minute --"

"All summer --"

"Oh, shut up," said Percy. Ginny held back her giggles.

"How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" George asked.

"Because he's a prefect," Mrs. Weasley crooned. "All right, dear, have a good term -- send me an owl when you get there." She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left without another word. Ginny frowned, was Percy the Prefect to good to give her a proper good-bye.

"Now, you two," Mrs. Weasley said, pointing a threatening finger at the twins, "this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've -- you've blown up a toilet or --"

"Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet."

"Great idea though, thanks, Mum."

Ginny started giggling. "It's not funny. And look after Ron," their mother told them.

"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us," George said, eyeing Ron evilly.

"Shut up," barked Ron.

"Hey, Mum, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?" Fred said excitedly. "You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?"

Ginny turned and listened closely.

"Who?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Harry Potter!" The twins said in unison.

Ginny squealed,"Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him, Mum, oh please..." She was hugging her mother's arm and thinking that the boy whom she had been having a heart attack over just minutes ago was the boy who had defeated You-Know-Who when he was a year old.

"You've already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn't something you goggle at in a zoo." Mrs. Weasley said sternly. Ginny sighed, defeatedly and looked towards the train "Is he really, Fred? How do you know?" Mrs. Weasleyd asked curiously.

"Asked him. Saw his scar. It's really there -- like lightning."

Mrs. Weasley sighed sweetly, "Poor dear -- no wonder he was alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform."

"Never mind that," Fred groaned, "do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?"

Mrs. Weasley turned into a tiger in less than two seconds. "I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day at school."

"All right, keep your hair on," Fred pouted. The train whistle sounded, signialling the train's departure. Ginny felt tears coming on.

"Hurry up!" Mrs. Weasley told them. Ginny's eyes were burning and tears started falling down her cheeks.

"Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls," Fred said soothingly.

"We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat," George suggested.

"George!" Mrs. Weasley barked.

"Only joking, Mum," he said, then he turned to Ginny and winked. She smiled and the train began to move and the boys quickly climbed on. Ginny ran after them, crying but laughing at the same time.

And the train was gone. Now Ginny had to endure months without anyone in the house except her mother and father and her. She had nothing to look forward to until Christmas, when they would be going to Romania to visit Charlie.

Ginny walked sadly back to her mother and they made theirway to the line for the fireplace. They had taken a taxi to come to King's Cross but now that there were only two of them andno luggage,Mrs. Weasley thought Floo would beeasier. When they entered the Burrow it felt very empty. The clock with the hands for each of the Weasley family showed Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie at work; Percy, Fred, George, and Ron traveling; Mrs.Weasley and Ginny at home.On the kitchen table were all their plates from breakfast.

Mrs. Weasley started on her busy day. "Ginny, help me with the dishes." Ginny pouted and started stacking plates. "Ginny, just think, this is the last time you have to do all these dishes until the boys come home."

That made Ginny cry. "Oh sweetie," Mrs. Weasley put an arm around her daughter, "don't cry. The boys will be home in June." Ginny bawled even louder, even though her mother was with her, lonliness started to creep in. Mrs. Weasley tried to be understanding but she couldn't clean the house with so much noise going on. "Ginny, dear, why don't you go upstairs and take a little nap."

Ginny nodded and went upstairs to her room and lay down on her floral print bed, wipping her eyes on her pale pink pillow. The last thing she thought of before her eyes closed was that she would be spending long days by herself.

Two days later they received an owl from the twins saying that they had got to Hogwarts safely and that Ron was in Gryffindor and, to all of Gryffindor House's utter excitement, so was Harry Potter.

"Mum, tell me Harry Potter's story again?" Ginny pleaded while her mother's knitting was busy doing itself.

"Well," Mrs. Weasley said, "all right, but you've heard this story a million times.

"Let's see, then, it all starts with a loving family. Mr. and Mrs. James Potter and their son, Harry. They were just like any normal loving family. Both husband and wife were very talented witches and they were both very good people. The Potters had outsmarted You-Know-Who on several occasions, much to his dismay because everyone knows thatYou-Know-Who could kill a person as soon as look at them. But the Potters were different and all they wanted was nothing more than to make life safe for all of magic kind.

"Then, on Halloween almost ten years ago the dark wizard, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named found them hiding in their cottage. James told his wife to take their son and leave, that he would hold off You-Know-Who as long as he could. But it wasn't long enough. He was murdered.

"Then You-Know-Who rounded on Lily Potter and she died to save her only son's life."

"Mum," Ginny interrupted, "would you die to save me?"

Mrs. Weasley looked up from her needlework. "Not unless you clean up your room! Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Lily Potter died to save her only son. Then You-Know-Who rounded on the infant child and performed the darkest killing spell known to wizards."

"But it didn't kill him!" Ginny exclaimed.

"That's right," Mrs. Weasley responded. "It didn't kill him. That dark spell from the darkest wizard of the time and most likely the darkest wizard ever did not kill that one year old baby. The spell did leave one thing, a scar --"

"In the shape of a bolt of lightning!" Ginny said.

"Am I telling the story or are you?" Mrs. Weasley blinked.

"Sorry."

"The spell backfired on You-Know-Who and we haven't heard from him since," Mrs. Weasley finished.

Ginny sighed; she closed her eyes and saw the dark-haired boy from the train station, the wizarding world's hero. The boy who lived.


Author's Note:The "royal family joke" is cause, you know, the royal family like to "keep it in the family" you know. Marrying their cousins and what-not.