A/N So I decided to work on the second chapter today because there is still snow on the ground and I have nothing else to do. Did I mention that I love snow days but hate the snow? I really hate driving in it. Ugh.

Disclaimer: hello! This is fan fiction!

Ginny went to Harry's trunk and opened it. Harry had snuck into the Dursley's house a few weeks after he had defeated Voldemort and collected the rest of his stuff, including his other books and his trunk. Now it was in a corner of the room collecting dust. Inside, she found all of his old books, (Hermione would be mad if she knew how Harry was treating the books) pieces of parchment, quills and a whole bunch of other odds and ends including a couple pairs of mismatched socks that she had no clue why he kept them. Taped to the lid, Ginny found the next clue.

Ginny,

I love the way you treat me like a normal person. You don't think of me as The Boy Who Lived or The Chosen One. You think of me as Harry, your Harry. This trunk reminds me of the first time I saw you. Remember? I asked you mum how to get on the platform. The only other major things I remember about that day besides meeting you are becoming friends with Ron and getting sorted into Gryffindor. For the next clue, head downstairs. Hint: Think about the first time I saw you here at the Burrow.

Harry

Ginny thought back. The first time she saw him at the Burrow had been just before her first year. Fred, George, and Ron had flown the car to the Dursley's, where Harry was staying and rescued him. Ginny laughed, mum had been so mad. She remembered waking up to her mother screaming at them. Then she groaned. Did he have to bring up the part where she freaked out when she saw Harry sitting at the table eating a huge plate of breakfast? That was one of her more embarrassing moments. Not the most embarrassing, but it was pretty high up there.

Ginny headed downstairs while she thought about the first part of the note. Well of course I think of you as a regular guy, she thought to the imaginary Harry she was having a conversation with, why shouldn't she? All you've ever wanted was to be normal. It's the least I could do.

She was also touched about what he had said about seeing her for the first time. She would have never guessed that he felt the same about that very important moment in her life. It was all very romantic and out of character for him to do stuff like this, but she was loving every minute of it.

Ginny walked into the kitchen. Where would he hide a note? Ginny replayed the moment she saw him in her mind. She was running down the stairs to ask her mum a question, and then she saw him at one end of the long table eating…

"Ah-ha, now I know where it is!"

A/N I know they are short chapters, but they are kinda supposed to be. Don't worry I will be updating frequently. I promise! Oh, and please review! Thanks!

Shandra