AN: So I just want to thank anyone that commented or followed because let me tell you I was jumping on my bed squealing out of happiness for like 5 minutes straight. Also let me just get something off my chest... I absolutely HATE writing. There I said it. I've always been told that I'm a great writer but, honestly I don't think I am. I also very much enjoy reading reviews.. just putting that out there.

DISCLAIMER: Ahh so that's what I forgot to write last time. Huh. Anyway, I OWN NOTHING! IT ALL BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING! Sadly...*sniffle*

Ginny's POV:

My mum (or mummy as I called her then) had to work, witch meant gran was the one to drop me off at school that morning. After I got off the car, gran kissed my cheek and tried to convince me that today was bound to be a good day. I didn't believe a single word she said...yet. I was sitting on the swing-set all by my lonesome when a boy with messy, jet-black hair, brilliant green eyes, and round glasses came up to me and said the most unexpected thing I could have ever possibly imagined at the moment.

"H-Hi my names' H-Harry James Potter. W-Would you like to be friends with me? I mean, I-I get it if you don't, b-but I'm not gonna lie it would be nice" I know what you're thinking, but yes this stuttering, green-eyed, black-haired, half-blind, unconfident mess, was Harry Potter. Shocking, I know (that was me using sarcasm, in case you didn't catch that).

I was in completely shook that anyone wanted to be my friend. I was in so much shock that I had forgotten that Harry had asked a question. I only came back to reality when I realized Harry was walking away with his head down looking at the ground. I quickly got off the swing-set and chased after him.

"Hey wait up!" I called

"Huh?" he said confused.

"I said; wait up." I repeated.

"Why?" he asked.

"Well you always have to wait for your friends, that's the rule." I informed him

"Well I wasn't aware that we were friends." he said in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Well now you do." I sassed

I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Oh how rude of me!" I exclaimed as I extended my hand "My names' Ginevra Lilly Petten-Kaster." He reached out and shook my hand.

"So how old are you?" I asked curiously.

"6, why do you ask?" He questioned.

"You look a bit tall to be 5." I told him.

"That makes sense." He stated.

When I was 7, Harry and I had been friends for 2 years when I found out he lived with the Dursleys'. I had all but yelled at Harry for not telling me sooner. And when I was done yelling at him, I rambled on about what I was going to do to Dudley,Vernon,and Petunia for hurting my Harry. And when I was done with that I then practically dragged him over to my house, and made him tell my mum that he wasn't living in the best of conditions. And of course gran being, well, gran gave Harry the biggest hug I had ever seen her give someone (and that's saying something).

It had been a week since Harry told me about his living situation. Harry was still living with the Dursleys' but, only because we had dedicated the entire week to interrogating Harry for court if worse came to worst and the Dursleys' refused to give up custody of Harry. the next day mum went to pay the Dursleys' a visit, and to everyone's surprise,(not Harry's) the Dursleys' handed Harry over like he was a piece of trash (which hes' not).

It had been 2 (almost 3) years since Harry was liberated from being as free as-a-house-elf-with-a-master. It was July 29 and Harry's 11th birthday was in three days. We were having breakfast when the post got here. I got out of my seat and went to pick it up. I was looking through the post when I saw something addressed to my brother (Harry had lived with us about 4 months before he considered me his sister and my mum his mum as well).

"Uhh Harry, you have mail." I said in astonishment.

"Is that so hard to believe?" He answered in faux hurt.

"Well, yes but that's not what I meant."

"Well what did you mean?"

"I mean that it's directed to your room specifically; that's what's weird."