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

by: ginnyismyname at yahoo dot com

Author's Note: All right, so it is clear for everyone, this is IN CANON or as close to CANON as possible. Ginny and Harry will get together when book 6 comes along. I put Harry as the second main character of the stories because Harry is a big part of Ginny's world. He saves her life at the end of the second book, so he is very important. She will get with her other two boyfriends when I get to writing those books but, as we all know, it doesn't work out. Please, just trust that I will keep it very close to Cannon thanks to my stack of Harry Potter Books and the extremely useful: Harry Potter Lexicon. Thank you.


Chapter 3: Accident Prone


Ginny didn't come out until it was time for dinner. Her stomach rumbled but she wouldn't leave the room. Finally when the hunger pains became harder and harder to over look she left her room, only after checking her outfit about twenty times. No one was in the kitchen except Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"Ginny, dear are you all right?" Mrs. Weasley asked, sympathetically putting one arm around her daughter's shoulder and the other hand conducting the dishes in the sink to wash themselves.

"Yeah, mum," Ginny said in a fake winning voice, "I just decided to catch up on my reading."

Mrs. Weasley gave and understanding nod, one that told Ginny that she looked right through that stupid excuse. Mr. Weasley clapped his hands loudly and said, "Well, it looks like my little ten-year-old will turn a year older next Tuesday! What shall we do for your birthday?"

Ginny shook her head violently, "NOTHING!" She had a horrible image in her head of Harry wearing a ridiculous hot pink party hat while she was blind-folded playing pin the tail on the Hippogriff.

"Nothing? We can't do nothing!" Mrs. Weasley said, "We must throw you a party!"

"Save your energy." Ginny mummbled.

"Well then, we'll get you a gift!" Mr. Weasley said. Mrs. Weasley caught his eye and pleaded in looks. They were running low on funds anyway and when school starts that is five kids needing supplies and books.

"How about a pet?" Ginny asked, "a cat maybe, or an owl!" She hopped up and down excitedly.

"No, no, no, we have too many pets as it is!" Mrs. Weasley said.

"I dunno..." Ginny sighed.

"I know," Mr. Weasley said, "Get Ginny a new outfit. When we go to Diagon Alley, take her to one of those fru-fru shops and buy her a jacket or a new pair of jeans."

Ginny smiled and her head snapped to her mother, "Well, I guess a new jacket would be nice to go under your robes in the winter time. I rememeber Hogwarts had very chilly hallways." Mrs. Weasley began picking at her husband's collar loveingly, "Do you remember that Arthur? We had to huddle together to keep warm." He did a goofy sort of laugh and Mrs. Weasley giggled girlishly.

Ginny cleared her throat and asked loudly, "When's dinner ready?"

The boys entered, talking so loudly that Ginny was able to sit in silence and it not feel akward. She sat and ate her peas, trying hard not to stare at Harry but every time he spoke she felt inclined to lift her gaze slightly to his direction.

When Ginny finished her dinner she jumped up and put her plate in the sink. She walked over to her parents and kissed each one on the cheek. When she was leaving the kitchen she heard her father asking Harry about stamps.

The next day at breakfast Harry walked in the kitchen so quietly behind a sleepy Ron that when Ginny turned around with a jug of Orange Juice in her hand, she accidently dropped it. Before Harry could offer any help, Ginny dropped to the ground with a towel and her mother said, "Don't bother Ginny," and waved her wand. All the juice found its way back in the jug. "Dump it out and re-fill it, dear."

Lunch was the same way, she spilt some tomatoe soup on her shirt and at dinner she knocked the gravy bowl into her lap. She was never so accident prone in her life but every time she was around Harry Potter the oddest things happened to her.

The whole week was like a bad story just repeating itself. Every time Ginny had some interaction with Harry, bad things seemed to happen to her. On August tenth she went to sleep feeling that things were just going to get worst and worst. When she woke up on the elevth, she found a small stack of presents on the foot of her bed and a large chocolate cupcake covered in pale pink icing on her bedside table. She sat up and smiled, it was her birthday and she was not forgotten. She stuck her finger out and sampled the icing, it was strawberry and it was a delicious way to start the day.

She pulled over her first gift, it was from Bill, her oldest brother who worked in Egypt finding treasures for Gringotts. It was a long thin package and Ginny pulled the card off the top. She opened it and read:

"My Dearest Baby Sister,

"Happy Eleventh Birthday. I am so proud to have a wonderful little woman in my life. Here is a gift for you that I hope you will find use for it in your most exciting first year of school.

"Love Your Favorite Brother,

"Bill."

Ginny giggled and torn off the blue wrapping paper and opened the box, inside was Bill's school wand. Ginny picked it up and held it in her hands. She remembered taking his wand when she was little and charming things with it. This was the first wand she ever used to do the Bat Bogey Hex with, on Percy if she remembered correctly. It was ten and a quarter inches, made of Holly and a core was a unicorn's tail, something that seemed to run in her family was that most of their wands had unicorn tails.

Ginny let her fingers run over the knicks Bill had accidentally put it in over the years. The wand once belonged to their Uncle Fabian, one of their mother's brothers. He was killed while fighting You-Know-Who. The wand was passed down to Bill for school, while the mother's other brother(Gideon)'s wand went to Charlie. Each given in their respected years. With money tight because their family was growing, the Weasleys had to pass down wands while saving money for the coming years.

Once they left school, got jobs, and started making money, Bill and Charlie were able to buy their own wands that would fit them better personally so they passed their wands back down to their family. Charlie's went to Ron.

Ginny held the wand up and examined it from all angles, it was wonderful. She thought of what kind of wand she would get in a shop. A new one that had never been touched, one that might be tempremental. No, this one had character and was matured, it had been through so much and it had a wonderful history. She loved this wand. Red and gold sparks flew out of the tip and showered Ginny like jewels. She giggled and put the wand safely back in the box and placed it loveingly on her bedside table next to her cupcake, which she took a quick bite of before going back to her presents.

The next one was from her brother's Fred and George. It contained three sugar quills and one box of wet-start fireworks. Ron gave her a half-eaten box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, but Ginny reminded herself that it was the thought that counts. Charlie sent a lovely card with a whole Galleon in it. Percy got her a card too but there wasn't any money in it, only his word that he would look out for her at Hogwarts.

After three more akward meals where Ginny sloshed milk down her front, knocked her chair over, and got her fork stuck in an especially hard piece of meatloaf, Ginny went to sleep thinking of how she was now a year older, year wiser, and about her almost year long infatuation with Harry Potter.

The next morning Ginny dressed quickly and ran downstairs, she sat at the kitchen table with her mother and father. "Did you have a nice birthday, yesterday?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Yes," Ginny said.

"What was your favorite gift?" Mr. Weasley asked.

Ginny smiled and exclaimed, "Bill sent me Uncle Fabian's wand!"

Mrs. Weasley brought over a bowl of porridge with a glass of milk and put it down in front of Ginny. "That's good," she said, "now we can cross one thing off of your school list when get it." She walked back to the counter and brought over a bowl for her husband.

The kitchen door swung open and in walked Ron and Harry. Ginny felt her elbow hit her bowl and it went flying down to the floor. Ginny dove to the ground to pick up her bowl. She felt her face burning with embarrasment and she looked up from the table at Harry. She knew he noticed what happened but he darted his eyes away and didn't say a word.

Ginny walked to the sink and turned around, her father waved his wand at the porridge on the floor and it cleaned it self up and zoomed to the trash can. Ginny got herself another bowl and sat down again, her father winked at her and she didn't feel as bad as she had been a second ago.

Before she could start eating again, an owl flew in with the morning mail. "Letters from school," Mr. Weasley said. He handed Harry and Ron their letters and said, "Dumbledore already knows your here, Harry -- doesn't miss a trick, that man." The door swung open again and in slumbled Fred and George still in their pajamas. Mr. Weasley added, "You two've got them too."

Mr. Weasley passed Ginny her letter and smiled. He gave her a big kiss on the forehead and Mrs. Weasley did the same. They both smiled proudly their only daughter. Ginny opened the letter, the one that looked like all of her brother's first letters but this one was adressed to: "Miss Weasley."

"You've been told to get all Lockhart's books too!" Fred said, checking his own list and then Harry's. "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan -- bet it's a witch."

"That lot won't come cheap," George said, ignoring the mean look Mrs. Weasley just gave his twin. "Lockhart books are really expensive..."

"Well, we'll manage," Mrs. Weasley said, cleaning up some of the plates, but looking worried. "I expect we will be able to pick up a lot of Ginny's things secondhand."

Ginny tried to look down but Harry started talking to her. "Oh, are you starting at Hogwarts this year?" Ginny's face became reder than an apple as she nodded, her elbow found it's way in the butter dish, much to Ginny's horror. Her eyes darted from Harry's beautiful, clear green eyes to her mushy brown porridge and the slick goo on her arm.

"Morning, all," Percy said briskly as he stutted into the kitchen already dress with his Prefect badge positioned perfectly on his sweater vest. "Lovely day." Ginny hardly believed his cheerfulness because her cheeks were still pink and she didn't believe it was hardly lovely at all. She whiped all the butter off her arm with her napkin.

She was lost in her own little world, thinking of how wonderful it was going to be at Hogwarts, and hope maybe she could work up her courage to actually SPEAK to Harry when she heard Ron reading a letter he recieved from his friend Hermione.

"'...and we're going to London next wednesday to buy my new books. Why don't we meet in Diagon Alley?'" Ron was receiting the letter out loud.

"'Let me know what's happening as soon as you can. Love from Hermione.'" Ron folded the letter and turned to his parents.

"Well, that fits in nicely, we can go and get your things then, too," said Mrs. Weasley, clearing the table. "What're you all up to today?"

Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were all going to the paddock to practice quidditch. Percy was going to his room to do his homework. Ginny wondered how much homework he had. The twins, Ron, and Harry hadn't done an ounce of homework but Percy seemed to do it all day long except for meals and sleeping, and she didn't know if he even slept at all.


Author's Note: This one has been revised too!