Disclaimer all characters, settings, etc, are the copyright of JK Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing.

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The Grey haired old Lady

A/Note One of the reviewers asked if one of the Potters in the last chapter was Albus Severus… Now I had thought it obvious that the H/Hr ship would in no way contain a Potter with such a totally stupid name… but as it seems I was wrong let me just make my opinion clear. I can see no way that anyone would name their child after people who subjected them to years of abuse. I care not what JKR wrote in the crapilogue of book seven, the entire idea that Harry would even contemplate using the names of the two people most responsible for the pain he suffered as a child is stupid in the extreme…

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Chapter. Seven. My First Girlfriend.

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It had been four days and Mrs Potter's picture had not woken up yet, I was beginning to wonder if it had all been in my imagination, maybe it had all been a dream I told myself as I dressed to go down for breakfast. I had just pulled on my jeans when I heard the faint sound of the door bell, then I heard my mother talking to some one down in the kitchen, feeling nosey I decided to find out who the early caller might be so I trotted down the stair and on into the kitchen. My knees went weak as soon as I entered the room, there standing talking to my mum was the most beautiful girl I knew. Ginny turned and smiled at me, making my heart flutter, should a fourteen year old feel like this I asked myself, I seemed to be getting good at asking myself silly questions I noted.

"I called to see if you felt like taking a walk with me, show me the village life," Ginny said as I stared at her open mouthed like a fish out of water.

I stood there telling myself to answer but not a single word seemed to be available to my gaping mouth, giving up on trying to speak I nodded vigorously, I noticed the sideways look my mother gave me, then realised she was looking at me in a way I have never seen before. I actually think she knew how I was feeling, as my emotions and hormones all went into overdrive.

Ginny walked over to me and kissed me on my cheek as she said a quiet "Hi," instantly I could feel the heat in my skin as the blood rushed to fill my cheeks, I think I may have blushed right down to the ends of my toes. My head lost control of my feet, as Ginny took my hand and my brain shut down all but my eyes, I stared at her, I don't know how long for.

Eventually my senses started to return, starting with my hand, it was tingling from the sensation of her holding it, I suddenly realised I was staring again and then felt her give a gentle pull on my hand, my legs slowly responded to my silent screams for them to follow her. By the time we reached the garden gate I had regained most of my faculties, I stopped before opening it, "I have something to show you, before we go for a walk, if you don't mind going up to my bedroom with me," I blurted out.

I knew as I finished speaking I had not phrased what I wanted to say properly, I began to trip over my words, I ended up mumbling something about her great grandmother as I pointed toward my room. I think she could tell from the bright crimson colour of my face that I had meant nothing sordid, because she turned back toward the house, that's when I realised she was still holding my hand, suddenly it felt warm and tender in mine, I wanted to give it a squeeze, just to prove to my self I was actually holding hands with a beautiful girl.

"Am I your first girl friend?" Ginny asked before we reached the kitchen door.

I stupidly said "No… that's not really… well I mean… I never… yes… are you my girlfriend?" I can't tell you just how stupid I felt with just the odd disconnected words escaping my treacherous mouth that simply refused to speak properly.

"I meant your first female friend, but I will be your girlfriend if you want me to be, I had thought by the way you looked at me…" Ginny answered trailing off and turning nearly as red as I was.

I had made her feel awkward and I now felt awful, "Sorry Ginny, I just never, I mean, I'm not too bright around girls, I mean, oh heck I think you are lovely," once again I felt myself blush to the tips of my hair.

This time I saw Ginny blush even more, "What was it you wanted to show me?" she asked.

"Just follow me," I told her as we walked back into the house, passing my astonished mother as I led the way up to my room. Entering my bedroom I saw that Mrs Potter was awake, I nodded toward the picture as Ginny moved to stand along side me.

"Hello Andy, I thought I heard you coming up the stairs, oh and hello Ginny, I see you have met my young friend," Mrs Potter smiled at us.

"Hello granny, yes I met Andy at the hospital, he's now my boyfriend, I know you don't mind, him being a Muggle and all," Ginny answered with a cheeky grin.

"I don't think you could do any better my girl, he reminds me of your great grandfather, whether your mother will approve I don't know, as for your father I know you can wrap him around your little finger, so I don't think he will mind, now Andy did you get my wand?" Mrs Potter said as she sat down in the large armchair again.

"Hello Mrs Potter, yes Mr Weasley gave it to me at the hospital, though I must admit I had forgotten about it, the surprise of finding you here, and then dad going crazy trying to pull you off the wall, and mum has been acting a little odd lately," I looked at her wondering why she asked.

"So you haven't tried to do any magic, or anything with it yet?" she asked and she looked just a little disappointed.

I must have looked bewildered because Ginny spoke, as I just looked at the picture with my mind blank, "Do you think he's a wizard granny?"

"Well he did say he could not resist trying to do some magic, after he saw what I did," Mrs Potter replied, "and he has my wand and portrait."

As the two females discussed me, I walked over to my bedside cabinet and took out Mrs Potter's wand, I had no idea how it was supposed to be used even though I had seen Mrs Potter do some amazing things, she had never once used any words, so I stood there and waved it around, I gave it a few swishes and swirls but all that happened was I tripped my self and fell face first on to the bed. They both looked at me and started to giggle, as I once again blushed. "Seems I'm not too good at this," I said as I stood up.

The two ladies, decided that they would spend some time showing me some simple spells, just to see if I had a little magic in me, they were both very patient as I tried and failed at all they told me to try. I was soon losing my temper with myself, but at the same time I was becoming more and more determined to get it right but I kept completely losing my concentration. An hour later Mrs Potter declared she was feeling tired and asked if we would mind if she took a nap, Ginny and I decided it was time to take our walk around the village.

"Wonder why your Granny thinks I can do magic?" I asked Ginny as we walked toward the village church.

"Well, first of all, I never heard of a Muggle getting a witches magic portrait before, they usually go to a close wizard family member, second you tried to do magic and were serious about it, you did not find it frightening or unbelievable, third you still have the wand, it should have gone to the closest relative if given to, or stolen by a Muggle"

Ginny gave me a lot to think about on that walk, we spent the entire day together, when the time came to take Ginny home, I found the thought of parting company and not being together with her a little saddening. I was no longer mumbling or stuttering or blushing, I was totally comfortable in her company, it was as if we had always been a couple, like we were meant to be a matching pair, though I was no longer nervous in her company I did not know if I should try to kiss her goodnight, not that I really knew how, the only women I had ever kissed were my aunts, and then it was usually on the cheek and under heavy protest with a rather loud yuck thrown in for good measure.

I said goodnight then turned to leave, "Goodnight Andy," Ginny said quietly as I began to walk away, then on an impulse I turned and gave her a quick kiss full on the lips. Then I ran down the path, leaving her standing there staring after me, watching as I leapt in the air and tried to click my heals together which of course I failed at spectacularly. I walked home feeling about as good as I had ever felt, in fact I don't think I've ever felt so happy before or since, it was as though I was suddenly a complete person, some part of me that had been missing before was now where it should be. I spent quite some time trying to fall asleep that night and my dreams were all filled with a red headed Potter.