I apologize that I have taken so long to update, I have been working on something else and as I told my friend, having a serious case of writer's block and confusion as far as what to do. I am also sorry it took me so long to get around to thanking all the people who have reviewed.
Kaitylen, thank you so much, and I'm sorry it took so long. I am glad you like little Ginny.
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To Anonymous 2007-06-05, I don't have all the answers for those, what I might be having next could disappoint you and it might not. Thank you for reviewing all the same and please review again. I hope you will enjoy the story.
Thank you Honky-Tonks for your question. And here is the answer. They are referring to the future birthdays of Dudley. Next year's birthday, the year after that and so on and so forth. They are just referring to need her to baby-sit at that time, rather than one coming up. It's also sort of a reminder that Harry still isn't one of the family, and not to get a big head.
Thank you to all who have reviewed and may you review again. Thank you very, very much. And sorry for my rambling.
Mrs. Weasley who had been most upset for many days was crying yet again. Her precious little girl, her Ginny, was gone. Gone. Suddenly an owl came and she rushed to the window. When she opened it she started crying again.
Dear Mrs. Weasley,
I, Arabella Figg, have found your daughter; there is no time to explain. She is with me here at Pivot Drive. The address is on the envelope, send someone to come and get her, this is a MUGGLE neighborhood though, so be aware. I shall explain everything.
Yours Sincerely,
Arabella Figg
Arthur came in then.
"Oh Molly don't worry dear, we'll find her." Molly threw her arms around him and showed her the letter. He read it once, and eyes bulging out, he read it again.
"Oh Molly! Molly, she's all right!" she nodded and hugged him crying. Bill and Charlie came in.
"Mum, Dad, we're so sorry, we really are, we can't find her." Charlie apologized for what must have been the fiftieth time. Arthur turned to them with tears in his eyes.
"We just came in for a quick bite," Bill added, "and we'll head right back out." He shook his head.
"Boys, she's been found."
"What?" Bill asked in disbelief.
"Where is she?" Charlie asked.
"She's in a muggle neighborhood, I'm going to go get her, and then we'll all have a very long talk." They both nodded, thrilled with the idea that their little sister was all right.
"Now Molly, I will go and get her. Don't you worry about anything." He kissed her on the cheek and Disapparated.
Harry sighed. He'd been waiting for Ginny to come outside for over an hour. They had made plans to walk to the park. It wasn't that far, but they were going to play, and if they were going to get back in time for lunch. . . . He looked up at the house. Was Ginny sick? Had she run away? Was she tired of playing with him? Had she forgotten? He felt a little upset, she was such a nice girl, and they had seemed to be such good friends. He shook his head. He once again looked in the kitchen window, to check the time. He had made sure he would wake up in time. Had she? He laughed. Of course! She had overslept. That must be it; oh she would be quite unhappy about the matter. He walked up to Mrs. Figg's house and knocked on the door. After a few minutes Mrs. Figg answered the door.
"Hello Harry."
"Hi Mrs. Figg, uh, Ginny and I made plans, is she home?"
"Oh my!" Mrs. Figg shook her head. "I had completely forgotten, Ginny went home yesterday." Harry looked up at her.
"Oh." He said. He smiled. "When did that happen?"
"Oh it was yesterday, she wanted to stay to say goodbye to you, but her father wouldn't let her. He said she needed to go home right away." Harry nodded.
"Did she by chance leave a forwarding address?"
"No, no I'm afraid not." Harry nodded.
"Thank you Mrs. Figg." He said, hiding his sadness at the idea of never seeing her again.
"You're welcome; you'd best run along home now." Harry left, but he didn't go home, instead he walked to the park, where he'd been planning on playing with Ginny."
"Mrs. Figg said there was a park nearby."
"Yeah, why, did you want to go?"
"Oh yes, can we Harry, please, I'll bet there will be tons of hide and seek places, and we can swing and stuff, we can even play football and maybe try Rugby." Harry laughed.
"Yes, all right." Her eyes had sparkled with so much hope, how could he say no, and now they were alight the possibility of visiting a park.
"Yay, thank you Harry, so when shall we go?"
"Well, I'll have chores to do, so how about Thursday?"
"Sounds perfect." She said smiling. "Oh yes, Harry, one more thing."
"Yes." She tapped him on the shoulder. "Tag, you're it." She ran off.
"Hey, you cheated!" Harry called laughing. Ginny just laughed and ran, like she always did.
Harry shook his head and rubbed his eyes. He shouldn't be upset, he knew she had to go home, and yet, it had never really occurred to him. It just seemed to him that he would always have this new friend, she would go to his school, and she would talk to him, and he would finally have a real friend. He sighed. She hadn't even been gone a full day and he missed her all ready. He shook his head. He looked up at the sky. He'd been here for quite some time, he'd better go back home.
Ginny was mad. Mad as a hornet, and her brother was no help.
"Ginny, what's the matter with you?" Ron asked as she went stomping around.
"What's the matter, I'll tell you what's the matter, first, everyone ignores me because I'm the youngest, and then when I finally meet a friend, I can't talk to him because he's a muggle. I thought we liked muggles!" Arthur stood there shaking his head.
"We do Ginny, but we can't very well go about and say well we're witches and wizards now can we?"
"Why can't I use the muggle mail to talk to him, you've always wanted to learn about it Dad, now we've a good reason, he's living in the nastiest house possible, with the meanest people ever!"
"Now, dear," Molly said, enjoying the fits only because they meant her little girl was home safe and sound where she should be, "parents are very different. What may seem mean to you isn't necessarily mean."
"They aren't his parents, his parents died in a car crash. They're his aunt and uncle, and they say the meanest things ever to Harry. They either call him Boy, or You, You there, they may not even address him at all, and if he's in trouble, they just yell Potter, they don't even care about Harry, and they've got him locked up in a broom cupboard for heaven's sake! And don't tell me I didn't see it, it's right under the stairs, they don't treat him at all like a proper person, there isn't a picture or anything. They're so mean to him!"
Ginny turned around and saw her parents and her siblings just staring at her open mouthed.
"Ginny, what did you say his name was?" Bill asked.
"His name is Harry Potter!" She stomped her foot. "Oh you're not even listening! You don't even care!" Ginny ran straight upstairs to her room, with her family sitting there wide mouthed and in complete shock.
Ginny jumped on her bed and cried into her pillow. She wished she'd never left the small strange smelling house on pivot drive, or the sweet boy with glasses, mussy hair, and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. The only person who really seemed to care about her and really notice she existed.
The cuteness will return, I'm sorry.