A/N: I usually don't post a new book with less than four chapters done, but I wanted to get this on started. Of the three I gave my readers the choice of in the poll, this is actually my favorite idea to write. It came in second in the poll, but it's started now AND will fall into the rotation. As always, thanks for the R/Rs.
Chapter 1: The Meeting in Diagon Alley
15 August 1991, London
A small redheaded girl quickly followed close behind an elderly witch as they walked down the Wizarding section of London. Even though the older witch was walking slowly, the short eleven-year-old girl had a hard time keeping pace with her short legs. She nonchalantly made sure her long red hair was over her left shoulder to hide the lightning-bolt shaped scar on her neck just above her collarbone. Because of that scar, she was famous. Because of that scar, she was the Girl-That-Lived. Because of that scar she had no family other than her great aunt left alive standing next to her. Her great aunt who was currently deep into one of her many diatribes of something the young girl had done or was doing wrong.
For this reason, and many others, Ginevra Molly Weasley was not happy. Despite being in Diagon Alley for the first time that she could remember, her "dear sweet" Great Aunt Muriel was a pain to live with let alone go shopping with. Even the way her great aunt insisted on using her full name agitated her to no end. She much preferred Ginny as the house-elves called her. Usually, her great aunt would just send one of her house-elves to do the shopping, but this was going to be Ginny's first year at Hogwarts and Great Aunt Muriel needed to take her, not that it stopped the endless complaining about how Ginevra was not "lady-like" or how she never listened to her great aunt about anything. It was enough to drive a girl barmy!
Then there was the strict schedule of waking up early every morning at six, eat lunch at noon sharp, tea at two, dinner at six, bed at nine, only to do it all over again the next day. Ginny rarely had any free time. Between meals, she was stuck in the library doing prep work for Hogwarts. Great Aunt Muriel expected nothing less than perfect scores from her, unlike Ginny's mother who had been a modest student as far as grades as Great Aunt Muriel loved to point out. She loved to tell Ginny what a lowly homebody her mother had been. How lowly a job in the Ministry her father had worked, barely making enough gold to support the large family. How her brothers were all miscreants and troublemakers. How her uncles had fought in a drunken stupor one night and now none of the three of them were around to take Ginny off her hands.
Ginny had found a photo album once. By the look of the pictures, her family had been happy, despite not having much money. Her parents looked like kind, loving people. Her brothers looked like they were just boys, except maybe the twins. They did look mischievous, but good-natured. Her twin had a stubborn look to him, but nothing about them seemed untoward. Her three uncles were in the pictures, but none of them seemed to be drunkards.
That's why Ginny never listened to her Great Aunt because all she did was complain about everything. Whether it was true or not, all that matter to her great aunt was her own point of view. Even now, Ginny was pointedly not listening to her as they walked down the Alley, because all that was coming out of her mouth were criticisms that were unfounded and unsubstantiated. Ginny turned a deaf ear to her as she looked around in awe of all the shops and people. Despite being brought up as being a witch in a Magical family, she never realized or knew any of this existed. That was thanks to Great Aunt Muriel not letting her go anywhere for the last ten years. The only place she knew was Prewitt Manor and its grounds.
Too distracted by all the sights and smells, Ginny wasn't looking where she was walking. She collided with someone, sending both of them falling to the ground. Ginny had closed her eyes as they fell, not wanting to see the ground coming at her face. They stopped abruptly, Ginny still not hitting the ground. When she opened her eyes again to look at what had stopped her fall, she realized she was only a few inches away from the most strikingly, gorgeous pair of emerald eyes she had ever seen. They were slightly obscured by a round pair of glasses and a shock of jet-black hair hanging over his forehead. Ginny's breath hitched as a bright smile lit up his face, making those wonderous eyes sparkle like real emeralds in sunlight.
"Um…Hi," he breathed nervously. Ginny saw his cheeks redden and couldn't help the giggle that escaped her as she blushed crimson.
"Uh…Hi," Ginny answered weakly. Ginny saw his eyes flick to her neck, then widen.
"Harry, are you alright?" a man called from above.
"Er…ye…yeah, ju…just fine, dad," he stuttered out. He lowered his voice. "Are you really…?"
Ginny was relieved and curious as to why he had not hollered out who she was. Before she could answer, strong hands were helping her up. She remained still, staring as a redheaded woman pulled this Harry to his feet with a sly smile. Ginny wondered just who this Harry was? He looked around quickly before stepping away from the older redhead.
"You are, aren't you?" he whispered.
"Yes," Ginny sighed.
"Hi, I'm Harry Potter. These are my parents, Lily and James Potter," he extended his hand.
"Harry," his mother spoke in a warning voice.
"Oh, and my little sister, Erica," Harry pointed at a younger redheaded girl standing beside their mother. "You're a red girl…"
"Oh, well spotted, dear brother," Erica giggled. Ginny giggled too but blushed more.
Harry shook his head. "I mean, a gorgeous hair…er…beautiful red girl…erm…"
"Harry!" Lily scolded him with a smile.
"Take a breath there, pal," James chuckled. "Sirius and Remus are gonna love this!"
Harry took a deep breath, running a hand through his messy hair. "You are a beautiful, gorgeous young redheaded girl." He finally got out.
All the time, Ginny was giggling and blushing the color of her hair. She looked up into his green eyes again. The only thing she saw was honesty and intrigue. "Why, thank you, Harry," she gushed shyly.
"Oh Merlin, Potters and redheads. Will the curse never end?" Lily sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Muum!" Harry murmured his complaint at her comment. This only caused Ginny to giggle more. This Harry Potter was funny, intriguing, and, if she was honest with herself, very handsome. Not that she was going to admit that to anyone.
"There you are, child!" Great Aunt Muriel frowned as she walked back to them. Ginny hadn't realized her great aunt hadn't even stopped when she fell. It was then her great aunt noticed the people she was with. "Oh, my! Lord Potter, Lady Potter, how nice to meet you." Ginny could tell her great aunt's smile was less than genuine as she curtsied slightly, but then Ginny suddenly remembered her manners.
"Great Aunt Muriel, may I introduce Lord and Lady Potter and their children, Harry and Erica," Ginny hurried out, with a quick blushing smile at Harry as she pointed to him. "My Lord and Lady, this is my guardian and great aunt, Muriel Prewitt."
"Madam Prewitt," James nodded as he extended his hand. "A pleasure to finally meet you. I knew your nephews very well."
"Did you now?" Muriel raised an eyebrow. She glanced at Ginny, who was staring quite unabashedly at the young Lord Potter. "School shopping, I presume?"
"Yes," Lily smiled at her.
"It is Ginevra's first year as well," Muriel stated. "I wonder? I have some other business besides school shopping to do. Could I impose…?"
"Oh, no imposition, at all," Lily waved it off. "They seem to be making fast friends anyway. We would be happy to escort her."
"Thank you so much," Muriel smiled with a sickly-sweet tone that made Ginny want to vomit. Ginny could tell this was just another false pretense to get rid of her. Ginny narrowed her eyes slightly but said nothing. Strangers' company was better than her great aunt's any day. "Ginevra, mind your manners. Here is your key to your vault. I shall see in…three hours?"
"Sounds about right," James nodded, looking at his watch. "How about we meet you at the Leaky Cauldron?"
"Very well, milord," Muriel nodded. "Until then." Without so much as a second look at Ginny, she shuffled off.
"What a piece of work!" Erica blurted when the old witch was out of earshot.
"Erica!" Lily scolded with narrowed eyes.
"It's alright, Lady Potter," Ginny waved it off. "It's true, and that's not the half of it."
Lily Potter turned a scrutinizing look on Ginny. She looked thoughtfully at her for a minute, then turned to stare at the retreating back of Muriel. Ginny could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she tilted it slightly. Lily turned back to her husband with an unreadable look and just the slightest nod. If Ginny hadn't been looking at Lily, she would have missed the look and nod they exchanged.
"It's Lily, Ginevra," she smiled gently.
"Please, call me Ginny," she shuddered.
"If that's what you want," smiled Harry. "I think Ginevra is a beautiful name."
"Harry has a cru-ush," song Erica, making both Harry and Ginny blush.
"Erica, leave your brother alone," James told her. Harry looked at his father but knew he was in for some major teasing from his father and uncles later. Then his father looked at him with a quick glance. "Besides, it's a natural male Potter thing to be with redheads."
Harry groaned. He was wrong about the later. He covered his face with a hand. "Daaad!"
Ginny looked at the elder Potters, who were smiling at each other. They weren't giggling or laughing, just smiling. This confused Ginny slightly. She leaned over to whisper to Harry. "What are they on about?"
"It's true," Harry whispered back with a shrug. He looked up into her chocolate brown eyes and took a deep breath. "Potter men for hundreds of years have fallen in love and married redheaded women."
"Uh…" Ginny gulped as she straightened.
"We just met," Harry smiled reassuringly. "Just because of that doesn't…"
"Or maybe it does," Erica piped in. She leaned over to Ginny, whispering loudly to her. "He's had a crush on you for years!"
"Erica," Harry groaned blushing as red as Ginny's hair.
Ginny took this all in. She did like Harry, but he was right. They had just met. Time would tell. Ginny would settle for a friend for now. She caught another strange look from Lily to James.
"Why don't you take Harry and Erica into QQS," Lily spoke to James. "We'll join you in there in a few minutes after we chat for a minute, then we'll head to Gringotts."
"Sounds good," James nodded. Harry looked hesitant at first, but a look from Lily caused him to sigh and nod. Erica just smiled, giving her a little wave. Ginny looked at Lily a little confused and apprehensively.
"Relax," Lily reassured her with a calming hand around Ginny's shoulder. "I just want to have a short talk with you."
Lily led Ginny into an alcove just off the main Alley. Once they were there, Lily drew her wand. She cast three silent spells around them. Ginny looked surprised at the slight blue shimmer that covered the alcove from a few feet above their heads, all the way down to the ground. Lily replaced her wand, turning to Ginny with a kind smile as she knelt down to her level.
"Just some useful Privacy Spells, that I'm sure Harry will teach you at some point," Lily continued smiling. "Now that we're alone and won't be seen or overheard, there are a few questions I would like to ask you. And I would like to tell you a few things, and maybe answers some of yours as well."
"Like what?" Ginny asked unsure. Ginny looked at her feet. "It…it may depend on what it is."
"No need to be nervous with me," Lily lifted her chin. She was still smiling that kind smile at Ginny. "If you don't want to answer, you don't have to. Alright?"
"Okay," Ginny agreed, still apprehensive about this.
"Tell you what," Lily soothed. "I tell you exactly what the subjects are, then you can tell me if you want to talk about them?"
"That sounds reasonable," admitted Ginny with a nod.
"Good," Lily nodded. "First, is your parents, second is Harry, and last is your aunt."
"Alright," Ginny spoke a little more calmly. "What about my parents?"
"I knew them, not well, but I did know them," Lily answered with a sad smile. "I don't know what your aunt has told you about them, but they were some of the kindest and loving people I have ever met. They even gave my in-laws a run in respect."
"Really?" Ginny asked. "That's…that's not what my…aunt said…" Ginny swallowed visibly, "at all." A tear rolled down her cheek but was quickly wiped away by Lily.
"That's what I thought," Lily sighed. She gave Ginny another appraising look. "You don't like your aunt much, do you?"
Ginny snorted a laugh. "That's an understatement!"
"I thought as much," Lily nodded. "I'm a pretty good judge of character most of the time. She doesn't seem genuine."
"You saw through her act?" Ginny asked in surprise.
"My husband and I are trained Aurors," Lily grinned. "It's part and parcel of the job."
"What about my uncles?" asked Ginny after a few moments. "Were they drunkards like my aunt tells me?"
"No," Lily shook her head. "I didn't know them as well as James, but no, they were not drunkards!"
"That lying…" Ginny's anger was visible as tears start to well in her eyes.
"Hey, shh," Lily hugged her quickly. "Take it easy. You know the truth now. That's all that matters." Lily pulled back looking at her with a kind look. "James and I will do anything we can so you can know about your family, and you can trust that what we tell you is the truth."
"Thank you," sniffed Ginny. She took a deep breath. "I'm okay now."
Lily nodded. Her smile changed from kind to something akin to teasing, but Ginny could tell it was all good-natured. "Now, about my son…"
Ginny gulped as she blushed. Lily couldn't help but laugh at the red spreading across the young girl's face.
"Just say yes or no," Lily told her. "You already like him?" Ginny hid her face in her hands with a small nod.
"Is really that obvious?" Ginny asked, muffled by her hands.
"Oh, yes!" Lily giggled. "Now, I'm going to tell you a little story."
Ginny looked up. The blush receding to be replaced with a curious look. "A story? About what?"
"A little raven-haired boy who has had a crush on a certain redhead since he was five," answered Lily. Her tone wasn't teasing or disapproving. It was like she was reading a story from a book to a child. "There was once a little boy with black, messy hair and glasses named…"
"Harry?"
"Yes," Lily smiled. "Harry was so curious at that age. Well, still is. Anyway, he was in the library at our house when he came across a book, I had just bought about you and your family. It was the story of the end of the war, of how you got your scar and survived when Voldemort didn't."
"I've read that book," Ginny nodded. She chuckled humorlessly. "I lived it."
"I know, sweetie," Lily soothed. "But Harry was enthralled by it. He started asking questions about you, your parents, your uncles, and your brothers. James and I told him the truth as we know it, but some things still don't make sense. But that's another story. Harry took to daydreaming about a pretty young redhead about his age. Sometimes at the most inconvenient times."
"Really?" Ginny asked with a giggle. "About me?"
"Oh, yes," Lily smiled. "He dreamed of meeting you, growing up with you, and, yes, one day marrying you." Ginny gulped again, looking at Lily with wide eyes. Lily only chortled slightly. "James and I have told him, many times, he needed to wait until you two actually met and got to know each other before any of that. We have tried to enforce in him that you are an individual and have a choice in all this."
"But I…do…um…" Ginny's voice was almost a whisper as she blushed with a shy smile, "I do like him."
"I know," grinned Lily. "You're a redhead and he's a Potter. Believe me, I get it." Ginny giggled at that. "Harry may look like James, but he's more like me. James was kind of…immature at your age. It took him a long time to grow up." She paused. "I'll admit he still isn't a full adult at times, but he is better than he was at eleven. Again, that's another story for another day.
"What I'm trying to say is," she paused for a moment, "be patient. You're both young, but I can see something there, something that's growing and needs to be nourished. Be friends, for now, let the other stuff happen when it happens. That's the same advice I gave him, several times before today."
"I'd like that," Ginny smiled.
"Brilliant," Lily winked at her. "Now, come on. Let's go see what those three are up to. If I know them, their neck-deep in Quidditch equipment that they already have, but want to update."
Ginny giggled as she nodded.
Ginny and Lily entered Quality Quidditch Supply to find Lily had been right. James, Harry, and Erica were in three different parts of the store looking at various equipment. James was looking at a very nice pair of Chaser gloves. Erica was looking at a bewitched target for Chaser shot accuracy. Harry was by the front window eying the latest broom on display in the window. Lily sighed, knowing they were not leaving this store without at least the target and broom, for no other reason than James had taught the children how to reason with her too well. Although as they walked in Harry became very distracted by Ginny.
"Hello, again," Harry smiled.
"Hey," Ginny smiled back. "At least this time I didn't run you over."
"Oh, I'm sure he didn't mind," Erica stated with a teasing smile at her brother. Harry turned beet red. "See? Doesn't even try to deny it."
"Erica," Lily warned again.
"Just saying the truth, mum," Erica smiled as she moved off to her father's side. Lily sighed with an eye roll.
"It's fine, Lily. Really," Ginny assured her. "I'm sure if my brothers were still around, they would be doing the same thing. Especially the twins." Lily gave her a questioning look. "I've seen the family album."
Lily nodded. "Sounds like those two would have loved your twin uncles," Lily paused, turning to frown slightly at James. "And my husband and his friends."
"Picked which one you want, Harry?" James asked, ignoring the look from his wife.
"It is a hard choice, dad," Erica started. She held up her hands like scales. "New broom, redhead." She moved her hands up and down. "He is a Potter after all."
Harry blushed more. Ginny was starting to see a pattern here. She looked at Harry teasingly. "Well, in that case, could I outweigh a broom?"
Harry looked at her with a shocked face. Ginny giggled until he grinned. "Why not both?" It was Ginny's turn to looked shocked and blush.
"Dear Merlin, help me," Lily pleaded quietly pinching the bridge of her nose. She turned to James with a teasing look of her own. "You and your genes have corrupted my son."
"How so?" James asked with a smile with mock confusion.
"Potters have three weaknesses," Lily started, "brooms, Quidditch, and redheads!"
"Says the redhead I married," James raised an eyebrow.
"Our daughter got your cunning and smart mouth," Lily pointed out.
"And your talent in potions," challenged James.
"That is a scary thought!" Lily looked at him with wide eyes.
"Are they always like this?" whispered Ginny to Harry.
"Pretty much," Harry sighed.
"It's their way of flirting," Erica piped in. Lily and James turned to her with a frown, but Erica only grinned back at them. She turned back to Ginny with an evil glint in her eye. "Sounded like you two were just doing that, by the way." She giggled as Harry and Ginny both blushed.
"See," Lily told James.
"No," James shook his head. "I think Erica's been around Pads and Moony too much."
"And whose fault is that?" Lily asked with a pointed look.
"Uh…" James stammered.
"That's what I thought," smiled Lily smugly. She turned back to Harry and Erica. "Pick your broom, Harry. And your target, Erica."
"Do you fly?" Harry asked Ginny as he picked up the broom in the window.
"Don't tell my aunt," Ginny whispered conspiratorially. "I found my brothers' old brooms when I was six. Been flying since."
"Brilliant," Harry grinned. "We can fly together sometime!"
"That sounds fun!" Ginny grinned back.
After making their purchases, the Potters and Ginny walked the short distance to Gringotts Wizarding Bank. As they entered, a Goblin hurried over to James with a bow. James bowed slightly as they exchanged pleasantries. James introduced the Goblin, Griphook, to Ginny. Griphook gave her a strange look with an odd tilt to his head, before calling for another Goblin. James and Erica left with Griphook, but Harry and Lily stayed with Ginny as they walked to the tunnel carts.
Harry conspicuously chose to sit next to Ginny in the cart, not that Ginny minded. As Lily climbed in behind them, she nudged Harry with a sly smirk on her face. Harry only grinned as he shrugged, making Ginny giggle. As the cart set off a breakneck speed, Ginny gasped at the suddenness of it. She was soon having fun with twists, turns, and drops on the tracks. More than once she shared a happy look with Harry. And more than once, each of them had grabbed the other's hand in excitement. As the cart slowed to a stop, Lily watched the two of them as they laughed happily as the clamored out of the cart. She didn't miss the several looks or hand grabs throughout the ride.
The Goblin took Ginny's key to open her vault. As they waited, Ginny became nervous about what she would find on the other side of the door. She knew her parents were not rich like the Potters and she suddenly felt rather embarrassed standing next to two of the four Potters, one of them the boy she was starting to really like. As if Harry was sensing her thoughts and feelings, he turned to her with a kind smile.
"Money doesn't make a person," he told her gently. "Look at me, my family may be wealthy, but none of us flaunt it. Besides, mum always tells me, 'a person should be judged by what do, not by their blood or the size of their vault'."
"Thank you. I…" Ginny trailed off looking at her feet. Harry placed a reassuring hand gently on her arm, giving her that same kind smile that Lily had given her while they were chatting.
"It's okay," Harry soothed.
Ginny was rather speechless. Harry's words had been comforting and warmed her heart to him even more. Ginny smiled as she accepted the truth of his words. She gave him a grateful smile, placing her hand on his other arm with a gentle squeeze. Harry nodded once, telling her he understood her gratitude.
The Goblin called over that the vault was open. With a deep breath, Ginny entered the vault. Harry walked just behind her for support. Ginny looked around seeing a modest pile of Galleons on one wall, a few family heirlooms on the other. What caught Ginny's attention was a small pedestal in the center of the vault with an envelope on it with her name. Ginny walked over to it slowly. She reached out with a shaky hand to retrieve the letter.
The writing was neat and tidy, slightly slanted to the right. She had seen this handwriting before on the labels to the photos in the album she had found. It was her mother's handwriting. Harry seeing Ginny's trembling wrapped his arm around her waist. When she looked at him, Harry gave her a gentle smile for encouragement. Ginny nodded slightly before opening in the letter to read.
My Dear Sweet Ginny,
If you are reading this, it means your father and I are no longer there for you. I am forever sorry that you will have to endure this. We never had much money; we lived a VERY humble life. What we did have is now yours, use it wisely.
Now as your mother, I have a few words of advice for you: first and foremost, always follow your heart. Find love in a man that puts you and your family above money in life. That will be key in the relationship! Money doesn't buy love. Money can ONLY buy material things, NOT happiness.
When you start your schooling at Hogwarts, DO NOT TRUST ALBUS DUMBLEDORE! He knows things that he will not tell anyone. He has his own plans and schemes in an agenda only he knows. He wanted us to go into hiding but would not tell us why and could not find a place for us to go. We put the Burrow, our house under the Fidelius Charm, but your father and I still don't feel safe. Make friends with good people like the Potters. They have a son only eleven days older than you. They are people you can trust. So are people like Sirius and Marlene Black. Be safe, be happy. Find the love of your life like I did with your father. Remember we will always love you and be proud of you.
Love Always,
Mum
Ginny had tears in her eyes as she finished the letter. Harry didn't say a word, just wrapped her in a hug. Ginny stood there crying on Harry's shoulder for a long time. Harry never spoke, just held her close, stroking her hair and back. Finally, Ginny pulled back giving Harry a very grateful look.
"Thank you," Ginny swallowed hard. She leaned up, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
"Anytime," Harry answered with nothing but honesty in his voice. "Shall we go?"
"Yeah," Ginny nodded. She picked up a bag, scooping some gold into it before they left the vault.
After another thrilling ride in the cart through the vault tunnels, Ginny, Harry, and Lily met James and Erica in the lobby of Gringotts. James and Lily had a whispered conversation that the children couldn't hear. Erica gave Harry and Ginny a few looks but decided not to tease them for the moment. She could see Ginny was just coming out of an emotional low and her brother seemed to be the only one Ginny was responding to at present. Erica took both of them by surprise when she pulled Ginny into a hug.
"Whatever it is, just know we care," Erica told Ginny in her ear.
Ginny looked taken aback by Erica's statement, but then realized it was true just by the look in the other redhead's eyes. "Thanks. It means a lot."
"Not trying to tease really, but…" Erica paused, "someday we may be related and I want you to know if you need a girl to talk to, you can always come to me."
"Thanks, Erica," Ginny smiled gratefully at her. "It was just a note from…my mum."
"I understand," Erica nodded as she pulled Ginny into another hug. "We lost our grandparents a long time ago. We miss them, but it does get easier after the realization and shock wear off."
"My sister, the philosopher," Harry rolled his eyes. Ginny giggled as Erica stuck her tongue out at him, only to receive the same from Harry. "Feel a little better now, Gin?"
Ginny's heart skipped a beat at the shorting of her name. Harry grinned at her reaction. "Yes, thank you both."
"Anytime," Erica winked at her. She looked up as Lily came over but James was hurrying out the door. "Where's dad going?"
"Just checking something," Lily answered. "Why don't start at Madam Malkin's?"
"Alright, mum," Harry nodded.
Lily and Erica shared a smile as Harry and Ginny headed for the door hand in hand.
After leaving Madam Malkin's, where they found a great sale for new first year students' robes half off, they continued their shopping. Harry and Ginny were laughing and, in their own way, flirting, with each other the whole time. Erica stopped embarrassing them but still teased them from time to time. Eventually, they made it to the bookstore, Flourish and Blots. As they started searching for their books, a blonde girl their age bumped into Ginny. She had spun around to apologize but stopped in shock at seeing Ginny standing in front of her.
"Luna, manners," a man with long blonde hair tried to snap her out of her shock. The girl shook her head before blushing heavily.
"I'm sorry, Ginny," she stated quietly. Ginny looked her questioningly, unable to shake off her own shock of the girl knowing her preferred name. Seeing this the blonde girl giggled. "Sorry, again. We used to be playmates."
"We…" Ginny blinked. "I…I'm sorry, I…"
"It's alright. I'm Luna Lovegood," she smiled. "We used to live in the same village. Our mums were friends. Oh, this is my father, Xenophiles Lovegood."
"It's great to see you again, Ginny," he smiled.
"Mr. Lovegood," Ginny nodded. "Oh, this is Harry and Erica Potter."
Before they could respond, James and Lily came around the corner of the bookshelves.
"Xeno," James smiled as he extended his hand. "It's been a long time."
"James and Lily Potter, well will wonders never cease!" Xeno smiled. "How are you?"
"Very well," Lily answered. "I see the kids have met Luna."
"Yes. Well, in Ginny's case re-meeting," Xeno clarified. "Do you have time for the children to get acquainted?"
James looked at his watch. "As a matter of fact, we do," he nodded.
"Fortescue's?" Xeno asked.
"Five minutes?" James asked in return. They both nodded. Lily rolled her eyes as she hurried the children to finish getting their books.
Ginny sat on her bed in her room at Prewitt Manor going through her books for school. Her mind kept replaying the conversations she had that day with Lily and Harry. Then meeting Luna again. Ginny pulled out her family photo album after stacking her books in her trunk. She pulled out the note from her mother, putting it into the pocket on the inside cover. As she flipped through the album again for the thousandth time, Ginny came across a picture of two little girls playing under a tree. The girl with red hair she knew was her, then she looked at the other girl. She had the same blonde hair and curious blue eyes. It was Luna she realized.
Ginny smiled to herself as she put the album in her trunk. She only had to wait seventeen days to see her friends again. Ginny couldn't wait! Well, it was more seeing Harry again that had her so impatient to go to school. Harry and Luna had promised to wait for her on the Platform. Ginny stood, crossing to her calendar. She marked off the day with a smile. Ginny returned to her bed to go to sleep as it was getting late. She fell asleep with visions of a certain messy black-haired boy with gorgeous green eyes and glasses.