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Portions of this chapter are copied directly from Harry Potter.

'Thoughts'

1 September, 1992

Harry walked through the train trying to find an open compartment. Harry opened the door to a compartment, and his heart stopped. There sitting alone was Ginny.

Ginny sat there, her flaming tresses, surrounding her angelic face. Harry looked at her longingly, trying to fight down a blush. Harry cleared his throat.

"Erm- can I sit here," Harry asked.

Ginny looked up in surprise.

"For the measly fee of one galleon," Ginny retorted.

Harry reached into his pocket pulling out a galleon.

"Of course, my Lady," Harry said with a sweeping bow.

Ginny giggled in reply. It was the most heavenly sound Harry had ever heard, causing him to get a big goofy grin.

"I'm Ginny Weasley."

"Harry."

What year are you in?" Ginny asked.

"Second, and you?" Harry replied.

"First."

"So what's Hogwarts like?" Ginny questioned. This caused Harry to go on to in detail, explanation of the castle, classes and the like.

Finally Ginny asked the most dreaded question.

"What house are you in?" she asked curiously.

Harry paled before saying "Slytherin" in disgust.

Ginny's eyes widened a bit before she simply said, "I'm sorry."

Harry and Ginny held conversation, on a wide variety of topics. Just enjoying each other's company for the train ride.

"Do you play quidditch?" Ginny asked.

"I'd like to play seeker this year," Harry responded. "What about you? I would bet you make a fine chaser."

"I want to be a chaser." Ginny replied with a grin. Ginny took another bite out of her chocolate frog before asking her next question. "What's your favorite quidditch team?"

"Holyhead Harpies," Harry said honestly.

Ginny's jaw dropped, "Your Harry Potter," she accused.

Harry couldn't help it he laughed. "Seriously," Harry wheezed. "That's how you recognize me, because I like the Harpies."

Ginny's face turned red. "I'm sorry, Ron spent the entire summer complaining about you. The Harpies were one of the many things."

"Alright, glad to know you pay so much attention to me," Harry teased.

Ginny blushed. "Nope, I just pay attention to Ron."

Harry suddenly turned solemn, "Please- don't hate me, just because I'm Harry Potter. Can we please stay friends?" Harry pleaded.

Ginny's heart broke seeing, the longing on his face and readily agreed.

"I'm going to take a nap, Night Ginny," Harry said with a yawn.

"Night," Ginny replied.

About an hour later, Harry awoke to find Ginny frantic rummaging through her trunk.

"What are you looking for?" Harry asked. Ginny slammed shut the lid of her trunk and, plopped onto the bench across from Harry.

"My Diary, I must have left it at home," Ginny replied.

"Oh," was Harry's eloquent reply trying to force his face to stay neutral. Inside Harry was overjoyed.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Ginny said heatedly.

"Because you're adorable when you're upset," Harry said with a roguish grin. Ginny harrumphed before falling back in her seat.

All previous trains of thought, were interrupted by the compartment door sliding open. A tall lanky redheaded boy, strutted in. He glared at the messy haired boy, before looking over to the girl across from him, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Ginny," he hissed. "What are you doing with Potter?" He said and jerked his thumbs at the messy haired boy. Ginny narrowed her eyes at Ron.

"I'm sitting with my friend Ronald." She retorted angrily emphasizing every syllable of the word friend. Ron's jaw dropped, before turning to Harry.

"Why would you want to sit with a Slytherin, he's evil!" Ron yelled.

"Slytherin means cunning not evil, If I got into Slytherin would I be evil?" Ginny shot back.

"You won't be in Slytherin, you're a Weasley all Weasley's are in Gryffindor." Ron said, thinking that was the end of the conversation.

Ginny's only reply was a sharp "Watch Me."

"POTTER STAY AWAY FROM-," Ron yelled.

Harry waved his wand, silencing Ron in the middle of his tirade, before flicking his wrist and sending him flying back through the compartment door sealing it behind him.

Ginny redirected her attention to Harry, "Is that your wand, what kind is it?" She asked eagerly.

Harry let out a laugh, "It is, 11 inches, holly with a Phoenix feather core."

Ginny's jaw dropped in surprise, "No way, that's nearly the same as mine; 10 ½ inches, holly with a Phoenix feather core." "Ollivander also said it was a brother wand to yours and You-Know-Who's." "Whatever that means."

Now it was Harry's turn for his jaw to drop. "Who?" Harry asked reflexively.

Ginny giggled, "Voldesnort."

Harry chuckled, "I'll have to add that to the list."

"The list?" Ginny questioned.

"Monikers for Voldemort- of course," "We've got: Moldywart, Moldyshorts, Oldie Voldy, Tommy Boy, No-Nose, Snake Face, The Riddler, The I-Don't-Know-Who, The Great Hypocrite, The Dork Lard, and now Voldesnort." Ginny laughed.

"Why, Tommy Boy? The Riddler? The Great Hypocrite?" Ginny asked.

"Oh- he's a halfblood, his real name's Tom Riddle." Harry said with a laugh.

"Anyways," Harry said trying to steer the conversation away from Riddle's diary. "Brother wands mean the feather comes from the same Phoenix, in our case Dumbledore's Phoenix Fawkes."

"Oh- what do you think it means?" Ginny questioned.

"My dear, it means that you and I were just made to be." Harry said flirtatiously.

"I think I'm destined for Voldemort, sorry," Ginny winked.

With that they both dissolved into laughter.

After engaging in normal conversation, for the remainder of the train ride. The train finally arrived at the station where they went their separate ways up to the school. Soon enough they were in the great hall, waiting for the sorting to begin.

Sorting Hat Song taken from "Sorting Hat Songs" by Parsley the Lion.

Be you short or tall,

Large or small;

I am the hat

That is here to sort you all.

I am here to choose the table

Where you will be sat,

I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat!

If you are academically able,

Hardworking, wise and smart,

Ravenclaw is where you fit the part.

If you are crafty and sly;

Always willing to reach for the sky:

Slytherin is where your loyalties lie.

If you are friendly, loyal and true;

Hufflepuff is the place for you.

If you are brave

And adventure is what you crave:

Gryffindor is the home of such a knave.

So put me on and meet your fate.

Make haste; don't be late.

Take care

And begin this adventure if you dare…

The hall erupted in applause, before Professor Mcgonagall called out;

"CREEVEY, COLIN"

"Gryffindor!"

And so went the sorting, finally Mcgonagall called out the last name;

"WEASLEY, GINEVRA"

"Hello there Ginny, where to sort you?" The Hat pondered.

'Not Gryffindor..Not Gryffindor..Not Gryffindor..'

"Not Gryffindor- Eh,"

"Very ambitious of you to try to be different then the rest, you and Mr. Potter will achieve many great things in.."

"SLYTHERIN!"

A/N: I know it's kind of anticlimactic to have Ginny simply forget her Diary at home, but in cannon she did and had to go back for it, this time she simply didn't realize she forgot it. Don't worry though, I have big plans for the COS arc, it's just postponed. If she add the diary this year, Harry would steal it end of that; but now someone else can find the diary.

I went back and edited Dumbledore's scene to show how Fawkes dislikes Harry due to his Dark Arts knowledge. You don't need to reread that scene, it's simply another reason for Dumbledore to act the way he does.

Next chapter we have the first days of classes, a little more Harry/Ginny interaction, mostly filler stuff. The entire second year will probably be only three chapters (four if you count the summer.)