Chapter 1: The Day I Saw Your Face.

The day I saw you, I had no idea you would become what you have in my life. The day I saw you, I had no clue what feeling that swoop in the stomach meant. Oh, the day I saw you, I never knew I would fall so hard, Ronald Weasley.

Name: Ronald Bilius Weasley, but prefers to be called Ron.

Born: 6th March, 1980.

House at Hogwarts: Gryffindor.

Siblings: Bill- the eldest. Charlie. Percy, then the twins, Fred and George. And finally the youngest and the only sister, Ginerva.

Ginny. Ginerva. My lone friend.. We had first met in the train compartment. I seem to remember that I had read that article on Fudge, our Mister of Magic, actually being a female, Renee Fudge, in the Quibbler. It was a very interesting article and one I wouldn't have doubted, not then anyway. The eleven year old Luna believed everything the Quibbler wrote. But anyway, I was saying something about when I met Ginny? Oh yes…

'Hey, erm, Ginny Weasley here. Of course, sure, come in come in." Ginny Weasley smiled at me and then opened the compartment door of the Hogwarts Express. I struggled in with my bags that bore the proud logo 'The Quibbler'. Nobody was letting me in their compartment; I suppose that they were rather put off by my bags. But I have digressed again…

"Oh, err…thanks," I mumbled.

"Hey, I am Hermione Granger. What's your name?" And I had laid my eyes for the first time on the person that I would soon come to envy the most. She had everything, yet, by physical standards, nothing much. What others might not consider 'pretty', I guess. But I had come to know that physical world hardly matters. After all, our outer selves are just a hollow shell. An empty, hollow shell. Does it matter if it's attractive? You should be beautiful in your soul. Now, that's beauty, I say.

"I am Luna Lovegood."

"Lovegood? I have heard that name…" Hermione said thoughtfully.

"You might have. He is the editor of the Q—" I spoke up proudly but I was interrupted by "Inventor of broomsticks? Zelga Hufflepuff? Are you related to her?"

"Erm, well, yes. She was my father's I don't know how many great-grandma. But my father is the editor of the Quibbler!" I nodded enthusiastically and pointed toward the bags.

"The Quibbler?" came the blank response.

"You don't know the Quibbler?" I gasped in disbelief.

"No, Luna, she might not. She is a bit new to the magic world." Ginny spoke up hastily as she saw Hermione open her mouth furiously.

"I will give you a copy later. It's a good magazine." I offered and opened my own Quibbler to page…. You expect me to know the page number after so many years?

OK, sorry, I realize I was rude with you but I feel indignant even now when I think of Hermione's attitude. Oh, she was rather snotty, wasn't she. Or is it just the green monster rearing in me?

Whatever, we spent the rest of the journey peacefully enough; there was no bloodshed.

And that is how I met Ginny and Hermione.

Now, just to clear your confusion, I had not seen Ron fr the first time in my second year. I had seen him not long after I met Ginny. Not too long, in fact the very next day…

"Hey, Loony, you heard about Ron Weasley and Harry Potter? Zachary Smith, a rather obnoxious Hufflepuff drawled at me.

"I have heard about Potter. I mean, who hasn't. You know he is actually Dumbledore's son? Yeah, James and Lily just adopted him. And I met Ginny Weasley. She would be his sister?" I replied, trying to hide my hurt at 'Loony' reference.

"Good grief, Loony, they named you right. No. I mean, YES! Yes, she is his sister but, oh good grief, that is not what I was gonna talk about!" he threw up his hands and actually stomped his feet.

"What did you mean then?"

"Ok, OK, Listen to this…They flew a car to Hogwarts and then crashed it into the Whomping Willow. Would you believe that?" he shook his head in amazement.

"Well…" I spoke up, hesitant; he might not like my response, "well, actually I can. I believe they were attacked by the parasites, Cockershars. They, you see, make the brain lose the ability to think straight, as we can see. I heard Cockershars are quite common around here, "I concluded, my tone thoughtful.

Zachary looked at me for a moment. The expression on his face was hard to read. H then finally spoke up:

"You were joking, right?"

"No I wasn't."

"Oh, dear Merlin. Now I know why they call you 'loony'. Oh, Rowena's Eyes, oh!" He stomped away.

I tried, you know, not to feel hurt but can anybody stop tears from welling up in their eyes? My mother…she used to say that different ideas have always been ridiculed first. I knew I spoke the truth, and that mattered.

Someday, I told myself, someday, they will realize that I was not mad; that I spoke the truth…

I gulped and turned my tears filled eyes toward the entrance where someone's entry was earning them lots of applause.

And that is when I saw him first. I need not describe the moment. No, I cannot describe the moment. I looked at him silently as a foreign sensation of swooping occurred. My breath hitched in my throat.

He looked at me.

Right in my eyes!

And…oh sweet Merlin, what a moment it was…

The triumphant smile disappeared from his face and a concerned frown flashed on his face as his blue eyes met my tear filled ones.

I think that the brief concern just…hooked me. Sealed my doom.

I was in love with a stranger.

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What's gonna happen now? Chapter two is waiting for you, sweetest people.