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As Harry waited outside Flourish and Blotts, he noticed a young girl with striking features. She had long, curly red hair that cascaded down her back like a fiery waterfall, and sparkling brown eyes that shone with mischief. Her skin was a smooth, porcelain doll-like complexion with a smattering of light freckles across her nose, adding to her natural beauty. She wore a bright yellow sundress with white flowers, which complemented her hair perfectly, and had a matching ribbon tied in her hair, completing her adorable look.

Harry's eyes widened as he remembered her as the girl from his dream, surrounded by a large, boisterous family. He couldn't believe that the girl from his dream was standing right in front of him.

"Wow, you're...you're the girl from my dream," Harry thought to himself, his mind racing with excitement.

Ginny's beauty and attire had left Harry speechless, and he couldn't help but stare at her in wonder. He felt a strange connection to her, as if he had known her before, even though they had never met.

As Harry approached the girl, he noticed that she looked worried, her brow furrowed in concern. He walked up to her, and she looked up, their eyes meeting for the first time.

Harry was struck by her eyes, sparkling brown orbs that seemed to hold a deep sadness. He gazed into them, taking in their shape, their color, their sparkle. He noticed the smattering of freckles across her nose, the curve of her cheeks, the shape of her lips.

Ginny, too, was struck by Harry's eyes, bright green orbs that seemed to bore into her soul. She gazed into them, taking in their shape, their color, their sparkle. She noticed the messy black hair that fell across his forehead, the curve of his nose, the shape of his lips.

Both of them stared at each other, taking in each other's features, remembering the face from their dreams. Neither of them knew that the other had also had the dream, but they both felt a strange connection, as if they had known each other before.

The air was thick with tension as they stared at each other, neither of them breaking eye contact. It was as if time had stood still, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other's eyes.

As they broke eye contact, both Harry and Ginny blushed, feeling a strange sense of shyness. Harry, still feeling a connection to her, asked, "Hey, what's wrong? You look worried."

Ginny looked up, her eyes welling up with tears. "I was with my mom and brother Ron, but Ron was teasing me about...about someone, and I got upset and ran away. I didn't mean to get lost in the crowd."

Harry's curiosity was piqued. "Who was Ron teasing you about?"

Ginny hesitated, looking around nervously. "Just someone I...admire, I guess. But Ron says I'm too young to have a crush on him."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "What's so special about this person?"

Ginny's eyes sparkled. "He's just so brave and amazing! I've read all about him. I wanted to know where he was, how he was coping alone with the Muggles."

"Really? What do you mean?" Harry asked, his voice low.

Ginny nodded enthusiastically. "Well, I've read all these books about him, and I just can't believe what he's been through. I mean, his parents died, and he's been living with his horrible Muggle relatives...I just can't imagine how hard that must be for him."

Harry felt a pang in his heart, touched by her concern.

"I was worried that...that his family wasn't mentioned much," Ginny continued. "I mean, doesn't he have any other relatives who care about him?"

Harry's eyes welled up with tears, deeply moved by her words. No one had ever cared about him like that before.

"I...I think he's just trying to protect them," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ginny nodded understandingly. "Yes, that makes sense. I just wish...I wish I could meet him someday."

Harry's heart skipped a beat, feeling a connection to her that he couldn't explain. He felt seen, truly seen, for the first time in his life.

As they talked, Harry felt something deep within him stir. He felt a sense of belonging, of being understood, that he had never felt before. He knew that he wanted to spend more time with this girl, to get to know her better, to tell her his secrets.

As Harry's feelings for Ginny deepened, he finally asked, "What's your name?"

"I'm Ginny Weasley," she replied, her eyes sparkling.

Ginny sighed, looking down. "I don't know why I'm even talking to you about this. Maybe my brothers are right, I'm just a silly little girl with a crush on someone I don't even know."

"Hey, don't say that," Harry said, his voice gentle.

Ginny shook her head. "No, it's true. I'm just a freak, and no one would ever want to be friends with me, especially not...especially not someone like Harry Potter."

Harry flinched, feeling a pang in his heart. "Don't call yourself a freak, Ginny. You're not a freak."

Ginny looked up, her eyes welling up with tears. "Why would anyone want to be friends with me? I'm just a weird, awkward girl who can't even control her magic."

Harry smiled, his heart going out to her. "Maybe you're wrong, Ginny. Maybe Harry Potter would want to be friends with you."

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Harry took a deep breath. "I mean, I'm Harry Potter, and I would very much like to be friends with you, Ginny Weasley."

Ginny's face lit up with a radiant smile. "Really?"

Harry nodded, smiling back. "Really. So, will you be my friend, Ginny?"

Ginny's eyes sparkled with tears. "Yes, yes, I'd love to be your friend, Harry!"

As they stood there, Ginny and Harry again found themselves lost in each other's eyes, their gazes locked in a deep connection. They stood there for several minutes, forgetting about the outside world, their hearts beating as one.

Finally, Harry broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ginny, how old are you?"

"I'm 10 years old," Ginny replied, her eyes sparkling.

"Wow, you're so young," Harry said, smiling. "Where do you live?"

"I live in the Burrow, it's our family home," Ginny said. "It's a bit crazy sometimes, but I love it."

Harry's curiosity was piqued. "Tell me more about your family."

Ginny's face lit up. "Okay, well, there's my mom, Molly. She's the best mom in the world. She's always taking care of us, making sure we're okay."

"What's she like?" Harry asked, his eyes wide with interest.

"She's warm and loving, always putting others before herself," Ginny replied. "She's got curly red hair and a big smile. She's always cooking up a storm in the kitchen, making sure we're all fed and happy."

"Does she have any hobbies?" Harry asked, curious.

"Oh, yeah! She loves gardening and knitting," Ginny said. "She's always making us scarves and hats, and our garden is full of the most beautiful flowers and vegetables."

Harry smiled. "That sounds amazing. I can see why you love her so much."

Ginny nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, I do. She's the best mom in the world."

As Ginny continued to describe her family, she moved on to her father. "My dad, Arthur, is a bit of a eccentric," she said with a grin. "He loves Muggle things, and he's always tinkering with stuff."

"What kind of things?" Harry asked, curious.

"Oh, all sorts of things," Ginny replied. "He's always fixing broken objects, or inventing new gadgets. He's got a whole workshop in the garage full of weird and wonderful things."

"Sounds like he's a bit of a genius," Harry said, impressed.

Ginny laughed. "Yeah, he is. But he's also a bit forgetful sometimes. He's always misplacing things and forgetting important dates."

"Like what?" Harry asked, amused.

Ginny giggled. "Like my birthday. He forgot it once and had to make it up to me with a really cool present."

Harry chuckled. "I can imagine. What's he like as a dad?"

Ginny's face softened. "He's great. He's always supporting us and encouraging us to be our best selves. He's a bit quirky, but we love him for it."

As Ginny continued to describe her family, she moved on to her brother Bill. "Bill is my hero," she said with a smile. "He's brave and adventurous, and he's always looking out for us."

"What's he like?" Harry asked, curious.

"He's tall and dark-haired, with a big smile," Ginny replied. "He's always been my role model, even when I was little. He's got a great sense of humor and is always making us laugh."

"Where does he work?" Harry asked, interested.

"He works as a Curse Breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank," Ginny said proudly. "He's really good at it too. He's always traveling to different places and dealing with tricky curses."

"That sounds amazing," Harry said, impressed. "I can see why you look up to him."

Ginny nodded. "Yeah, Bill is just the best. He's always there for us, no matter what."

As Ginny continued to describe her family, she moved on to her brother Charlie. "Charlie is so much fun," she said with a grin. "He's always laughing and joking, and he's got a real way with animals."

"What does he do?" Harry asked, curious.

"He works with dragons in Romania," Ginny replied. "He's always been fascinated by them, and he's really good with them too. He's always sending us letters and photos of the dragons he's working with."

"That sounds incredible," Harry said, impressed. "I can imagine him being great with animals."

Ginny nodded. "Yeah, Charlie is just amazing with them. He's got a real gift. And he's always been my partner in crime, even when we were little. We'd always get into mischief together."

Harry chuckled. "I can imagine. You two sound like quite the pair."

Ginny laughed. "We were. We still are, even though he's always off traveling now."

As Ginny continued to describe her family, she moved on to her brother Percy. "Percy is...Percy," she said with a roll of her eyes. "He's always trying to be perfect, and he can be a bit of a know-it-all sometimes."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, curious.

Ginny sighed. "He's just always trying to follow the rules and do everything exactly right. He can be a bit bossy sometimes, and he loves to tell us what to do."

"Sounds like he's a bit of a handful," Harry said, amused.

Ginny nodded. "Yeah, he can be. But despite all that, he's still our brother and we love him. He's just...Percy."

Harry chuckled. "I think I know what you mean. So, what's he doing now?"

Ginny shrugged. "He's wish is working in the Ministry of Magic, of course. He's always been ambitious, and he's determined to make a name for himself."

"I can imagine," Harry said, smiling wryly. "He sounds like the type who'd do well in the Ministry."

As Ginny continued to describe her family, she moved on to her brothers Fred and George. "Fred and George are the best," she said with a grin. "They're always getting into trouble, and they're so much fun to be around."

"What kind of trouble do they get into?" Harry asked, curious.

Ginny laughed. "All sorts of things. They're always playing pranks on people, and they're constantly inventing new jokes and tricks. They're really clever, and they're always making us laugh."

"That sounds amazing," Harry said, impressed. "I can imagine they're a lot of fun to be around."

Ginny nodded. "They are. They're always up to something, and they never fail to make us smile. And they're really brave too - they're always willing to take risks and stand up for what they believe in."

Harry smiled. "I can see why you're so fond of them. They sound like really special brothers."

Ginny's eyes sparkled. "They are. I'm so lucky to have them as my brothers."

As Ginny continued to describe her family, she moved on to her brother Ron. "Ron is my best friend," she said with a smile. "He's always been there for me, no matter what. He's brave, loyal, and really clever in his own way."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, curious.

Ginny thought for a moment. "Well, Ron's not always the best at school, but he's got a real knack for solving problems and thinking on his feet. And he's always willing to stand up for what's right, even if it's difficult."

"That sounds great," Harry said, impressed. "What about his fears?"

Ginny's expression turned serious. "Ron's got a lot of fears, to be honest. He's afraid of spiders, and he's always worried about not being good enough. But he's also really afraid of losing the people he cares about."

Harry nodded understandingly. "I can imagine. It sounds like he's got a lot of pressure on him."

Ginny nodded. "Yeah, he does. And lately, he's been getting really distant. I think it's because of his insecurity - he's always feeling like he's not good enough, and it's making him push people away."

Harry's face set in determination. "Don't worry, Ginny. When I meet Ron, I'll make sure to be friends with him and convince him otherwise. I know what it's like to feel insecure, and I know how much it helps to have good friends by your side."

Ginny's eyes sparkled with gratitude. "Thanks, Harry. That means a lot to me. And it's perfect timing - Ron will be in the same year as you at Hogwarts, so you'll have plenty of chances to become friends."

Harry asked Ginny to describe herself, and she hesitated at first, looking down at her feet. "I don't know...I'm just me, I guess," she said with a shrug.

"Come on, Ginny," Harry encouraged her. "I want to know more about you. What are you afraid of?"

Ginny took a deep breath before answering. "I'm afraid of failing," she said. "I'm afraid of not being good enough, of not living up to expectations."

"That's understandable," Harry said. "We all have those fears. But what about your strengths? What are you good at?"

Ginny thought for a moment before answering. "I'm good at flying," she said. "I love it, and I'm really talented at it. But it's not just that...I'm also good at magic, especially spell-casting and dueling."

"Wow, that's impressive," Harry said. "I can see why you're so confident on a broomstick."

Ginny smiled, looking up at him. "Thanks...I guess I just have a natural talent for it."

"But there's something more, isn't there?" Harry asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Something you're passionate about?"

Ginny nodded, her eyes lighting up. "Quidditch," she said. "I love playing Quidditch, the thrill of the game, the rush of adrenaline...it's exhilarating."

"I can imagine," Harry said. "You're an amazing flyer. But there's something more, isn't there? Something you're not telling me?"

Ginny hesitated, looking around nervously before leaning in close. "I secretly fly at night," she whispered. "When no one's looking, I sneak out of the house and fly under the stars. It's my favorite thing to do."

Harry's eyes widened in amazement. "That's incredible," he said. "I can see why you love it so much."

But then he remembered something and Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "But Ginny, you're only 10 years old," he said. "How are you able to do magic?"

Ginny looked around nervously before answering in a whisper. "I've been using my grandmother's wand," she said. "She had a few old wands lying around, and I've been practicing with them in secret."

"Wow, that's amazing," Harry said. "I didn't know you could do magic so young."

Ginny nodded. "I know it's not allowed, but I just can't help it," she said. "I love magic too much. And my grandmother's wands are really powerful."

"What's it like, using magic?" Harry asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Ginny thought for a moment before answering. "It's like...have you ever felt a rush of excitement, like your heart is soaring?" she asked.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

Ginny smiled. "It's like that, but a million times stronger," she said. "When I cast a spell, I feel like I'm tapping into something deep inside me, something powerful and ancient."

"Wow, that sounds incredible," Harry said. "I can see why you love it so much."

Ginny nodded, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Yeah, I do," she said. "I feel like I was born to do magic."

Harry grinned. "I think you might be," he said. "You're definitely a natural."

Ginny blushed, looking down at her feet. "Thanks, Harry," she said. "That means a lot coming from you."

Ginny's eyes sparkled as she described her home, the Burrow, in vivid detail. "It's a bit of a madhouse, but I love it," she said. "There's always something going on, whether it's Mum cooking up a storm in the kitchen or Dad tinkering with his latest gadget."

Harry listened intently, his eyes wide with wonder. As Ginny spoke, he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. He had never experienced a family life like that before, and he realized how much he had missed out on.

"And the garden's just as crazy," Ginny continued. "We've got a big treehouse that Ron and I used to play in when we were younger, and a bunch of old cars that Dad's always fixing up."

As Ginny's words painted a picture of a warm and loving home, Harry felt his emotions begin to overwhelm him. He imagined what his life could have been like, growing up with a family like the Weasleys. He pictured himself laughing and playing with siblings, having parents who loved and supported him.

But Harry tried to cover his emotions, not wanting Ginny to see how much her words had affected him. "It sounds amazing," he said, trying to sound casual.

Ginny smiled, oblivious to Harry's turmoil. "It is," she said. "I feel so lucky to have such a wonderful family."

Harry forced a smile, feeling a lump form in his throat. He couldn't believe how much he had missed out on. He had always known he was different, but hearing Ginny describe her home made him realize just how different.

As the conversation went on, Harry found himself struggling to keep his emotions in check. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of what-ifs, imagining all the things he could have had if only he had a family like the Weasleys.

As Ginny finished describing her home, Harry's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense. Ginny, sensing something was amiss, stared back at him, her expression curious.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Harry's mind began to wander, forming a scenario that he couldn't shake.

"I wish I had a childhood like that," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ginny's expression softened. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Harry's eyes glazed over, lost in thought. "I imagine what it would be like, having a family like yours," he said. "My parents, alive and happy...my mother making lunch outside, laughing and smiling...my father playing Quidditch with me, teaching me how to fly..."

Ginny's eyes sparkled with tears as she listened, her heart going out to Harry.

"And Padfoot, trying to repair his flying motorcycle, making a mess as usual...and Moony, tired but happy, making chocolates in the kitchen," Harry continued, his voice filled with longing.

Ginny's face reflected the sadness she felt for Harry, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "That sounds like a wonderful life, Harry," she said softly.

Harry's gaze refocused on Ginny, his eyes searching for something, anything, that could make that scenario a reality. But deep down, he knew it was just a dream, a fantasy born of his deepest desires.

A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. This Chapter is all about their first meeting and start of conversation. The conversation will continue in next chapter. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!