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"Let's go to Harrods," Harry said, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Ginny's eyes sparkled with amusement as she smiled knowingly. She realized that Harry was recreating their first date, and her heart swelled with affection.
The taxi driver, a middle-aged man with a bushy mustache, raised an eyebrow as he glanced at the young couple in his rearview mirror. "Harrods, eh? You two celebrating something special?" he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
Ginny leaned into Harry's shoulder, feeling happy and content. "Just a special day out," Harry replied, smiling at Ginny.
As they arrived at Harrods, Harry helped Ginny out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk. He took her hand, leading her toward the iconic department store. As part owners, the Potters had invested in Harrods, and Harry felt a sense of pride as he walked through the doors.
"This time, I want to buy you a different dress," Harry said, his eyes scanning the racks of designer clothing. "Something you can wear on our date today. Not purple, though - something new."
Ginny's eyes sparkled with excitement as she nodded eagerly.
As they entered the store, the shopkeeper's eyes widened in surprise. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter! We haven't seen you since...well, since last year, actually."
Harry smiled politely, unaware of the shopkeeper's curiosity about his previous visit. After all, only he and Ginny knew that it had been their first date.
Ginny playfully tried to protest, "Harry, you don't have to buy me a dress. It's not necessary." But Harry was insistent.
"Last time, you weren't even my girlfriend, and I still bought you a dress," Harry said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now that you are my girlfriend, how can I not buy you a dress?" He even made puppy eyes, his eyebrows rising in a comically pleading expression.
Ginny couldn't resist Harry's charming persuasion. She laughed and nodded in agreement. "Okay, fine. But just something simple, okay?"
Harry grinned triumphantly and took Ginny's hand, leading her through the racks of designer clothing. With the help of a stylish sales associate, they found a beautiful, elegant dress that perfectly suited Ginny's taste and the occasion. The dress was a soft, silky blue that complemented Ginny's bright smile and sparkling eyes.
After purchasing the beautiful dress, Ginny insisted that Harry go and check with the manager about sales and other matters related to his family's investment in Harrods. Harry initially resisted, saying "I don't care, let's just go," but Ginny persisted, reminding him of his responsibilities as a part-owner.
"You should check in, Harry," Ginny said firmly. "It's only polite, and besides, you might learn something new."
Harry relented, and after a brief meeting with the manager, they spent about half an hour discussing the store's performance and future plans. Finally, they bid farewell to the manager and left Harrods, hailing another taxi to take them to their next destination.
"Where are we off to now?" Ginny asked, snuggling into Harry's side as they settled into the taxi.
"Mrs. Whistle's Tea Room," Harry replied, smiling. "I thought we could have a nice cup of tea and some biscuits."
Ginny's eyes lit up. "That sounds perfect."
At Mrs. Whistle's Tea Room, they were greeted by the warm aroma of freshly baked scones and the gentle hum of conversation. They found a cozy table by the window and spent a delightful hour sipping tea, nibbling on biscuits, and chatting about everything and nothing.
As they lingered over their tea, Harry's eyes sparkled with nostalgia. "You know, this is the place where I first told you that I loved holding your hand," he said, his voice low and gentle.
Ginny's face softened into a tender smile. "I remember," she whispered.
Their eyes met, and they shared a tender moment, the air between them charged with affection. "I love you," Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I love you too," Harry replied, his eyes never leaving hers.
Ginny glanced down at her dress, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. "You didn't praise me when I first put it on," she teased.
Harry chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You look beautiful, Ginny," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm just glad I get to spend the rest of the day with you."
After their leisurely lunch, Harry and Ginny hailed another taxi and headed to Big Ben, one of London's most iconic landmarks. As they stepped out of the taxi, Ginny's eyes sparkled with nostalgia. "We were here last time, too," she said, her voice filled with memories.
Harry smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I know. Our first date, remember?" he said, his voice low and gentle.
Ginny nodded, a soft smile on her face. "How could we forget?" she whispered. "We weren't together then, but it was still a date, wasn't it?"
As they walked hand in hand towards Big Ben, the sound of the city faded into the background, and all that was left was the gentle hum of the clock tower and the warmth of each other's presence. They stood together, gazing up at the majestic clock face, the afternoon sun casting a golden glow over the scene.
"I'm so glad we're here together," Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry turned to her, his eyes shining with affection. "Me too," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."
As they walked through the bustling streets of London, Ginny's eyes widened with wonder at the sights and sounds of the Muggle world. She would point excitedly at everyday objects, marveling at their simplicity and ingenuity.
"Harry, look! A telephone box!" Ginny exclaimed, tugging on Harry's arm.
Harry chuckled and smiled, happy to see Ginny so carefree. However, he also glanced around nervously, reminding her to be discreet.
"Ginny, remember, we're trying to blend in," Harry whispered, his eyes scanning the surrounding crowds.
But Ginny's enthusiasm was infectious, and she couldn't help but gawk at the unfamiliar sights. A few times, passersby gave her odd looks, clearly puzzled by her wide-eyed wonder.
One woman, clutching her shopping bags, stared at Ginny as she marveled at a street performer juggling clubs. The woman's eyebrows rose in confusion, and she muttered to herself, "Tourists..." before shaking her head and continuing on her way.
Ginny, oblivious to the curious glances, continued to explore the Muggle world with childlike wonder, Harry by her side, smiling and trying to keep her enthusiasm in check.
As they walked along the bustling streets of London, Ginny's eyes landed on a iconic double-decker bus rumbling down the road. She gasped in amazement, her hand flying to her mouth.
"Oh, Harry! Look! A... a... a 'big-belly bus'!" Ginny exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder.
Harry chuckled at Ginny's misnomer, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's called a double-decker bus, Ginny," he corrected, smiling.
Ginny's face lit up with excitement. "I don't care what it's called! It's amazing! Muggles are so clever!" she said, her voice filled with awe.
As they watched the bus rumble by, Ginny turned to Harry with a puzzled expression. "How do they make it stay up? Magic?" she asked, her brow furrowed.
Harry laughed, delighted by Ginny's curiosity. "No, it's just engineering, Ginny. No magic involved," he explained, smiling.
Ginny's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well, it's still magic to me!" she said, her voice filled with wonder.
Harry's heart swelled with affection as he gazed at Ginny's radiant face. He loved the way she saw the world, full of wonder and magic. And he especially loved it when she said things wrong, her misnomers and misunderstandings making him chuckle with delight.
As the day wore on, Harry and Ginny hailed another taxi, this time bound for an amusement park on the outskirts of London. Ginny's eyes sparkled with excitement as she bounced up and down in her seat.
"We're going to the 'Laughing Park'!" Ginny exclaimed, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Harry chuckled once more at Ginny's misnomer. "It's called an amusement park, Ginny," he corrected, smiling.
As they entered the park, Ginny's eyes grew wide with wonder. The colorful lights, the cacophony of sounds, and the enticing aromas of sugary treats all combined to overwhelm her senses.
Ginny's gaze landed on a children's ride, and she grasped Harry's arm excitedly. "Oh, Harry! Let's go on the 'Spinny-Teacups'!" she exclaimed.
Harry chuckled again at Ginny's mistake. "It's called the 'Tea Cups' ride, Ginny," he said, smiling. "And it's really for small children."
Ginny's face fell, her excitement momentarily dampened. "Oh," she said, her voice tinged with disappointment.
As they strolled through the amusement park, Ginny's eyes darted from one attraction to the next, her curiosity and wonder evident on her face. She would often point at something that caught her attention, exclaiming over it with a mispronounced word.
"Harry, look! A Fellytone!" Ginny exclaimed, pointing at a public telephone booth.
Harry chuckled at Ginny's mispronunciation. "It's called a Telephone, Ginny," he corrected, smiling.
Ginny's face lit up with a bright smile. "Oh, right! Fellytone!" she repeated, giggling.
As they walked further, Ginny spotted a food vendor selling cotton candy. "Ooh, Harry! Look! Fluffy clouds!" she exclaimed, tugging on Harry's arm.
Harry laughed at Ginny's whimsical description. "Those are called cotton candy, Ginny," he said, smiling.
Ginny's eyes sparkled with delight. "Fluffy clouds sound so much more magical!" she said, her voice filled with wonder.
As they walked through the amusement park, Ginny's eyes grew wide with wonder at the sight of the roller coaster. "Wow, Harry! Look at that... that... thing!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement.
Harry grinned, feeling a thrill of anticipation. "Want to give it a try?" he asked, already knowing Ginny's answer.
Ginny nodded eagerly, and they made their way to the roller coaster. As they sat down in their seats, Ginny pointed at the tracks, her eyes shining with excitement. "Look, Harry! The 'squirmy lines'!" she exclaimed.
Harry chuckled at Ginny's mispronunciation. "Those are called tracks, Ginny," he corrected, smiling.
Ginny's gaze then fell on the seatbelt, and she struggled to pronounce the word. "We have to wear the... the... 'safe-strap' thingy?" she asked, looking at Harry uncertainly.
Harry helped Ginny fasten the seatbelt, and then they were off. The roller coaster lurched forward, accelerating to incredible speeds in a matter of seconds. The wind whipped through their hair, and the roar of the coaster filled their ears.
But despite the intense thrill of the ride, neither Harry nor Ginny felt a hint of fear. As Quidditch players, they were accustomed to flying at breakneck speeds on broomsticks, and the roller coaster seemed tame by comparison. They laughed and screamed with delight, enjoying the rush of adrenaline as the coaster twisted and turned through its tracks.
After the roller coaster, Harry and Ginny made their way to the ghost house, eager to experience the spooky thrills within. As they walked through the creepy corridors, Ginny clutched Harry's arm, but it wasn't out of fear - she was simply excited.
Harry, was utterly unimpressed by the ghost house's attempts to scare him. He strolled through the haunted halls with a confident smirk, Ginny by his side.
As they encountered various ghostly apparitions, Ginny would often whisper to Harry, pointing out things that she knew were wrong. "Harry, that ghost is doing it all wrong," she'd say, or "We should tell them to use a proper Impedimenta Curse."
Harry would wisely shut her mouth, reminding her that they were in the Muggle world now. "Yes, ghosts are real, Ginny, but we can't just go around telling Muggles that," he'd whisper back, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Despite the ghost house's best efforts, neither Harry nor Ginny was scared. They laughed and joked their way through the haunted halls, enjoying the cheesy thrills and spills. As they emerged into the bright sunlight, Ginny grinned up at Harry. "That was fun! But next time, can we go to a real haunted house?"
Next, Harry and Ginny boarded the Walking Dead train ride, eager to experience the thrill of the zombie apocalypse. As they chugged along the tracks, surrounded by gruesome scenes of carnage and chaos, Ginny and Harry were thoroughly entertained. They weren't scared, but they did jump occasionally when a particularly loud or sudden effect startled them.
Ginny, still fascinated by the Muggle world, would sometimes point out various objects or attractions, mispronouncing their names and making Harry chuckle. "Look, Harry! A 'Zom-bie-bee'!" she'd exclaim, or "What's that thing called? The 'Flappy-bird'?"
Their fellow riders would often look at the pair oddly, confused by Ginny's mispronunciations and Harry's amused reactions. But Harry and Ginny didn't mind; they were too busy enjoying each other's company and the thrill of the ride. As they disembarked from the train, Ginny turned to Harry with a grin. "That was so much fun! What's next?"
As they walked towards the Drop Tower, Ginny's eyes widened in alarm. "Harry, how are we going to get down?" she asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
"We're going to have to board a broom mid-fall, obviously," Ginny said, her voice matter-of-fact.
Harry chuckled at Ginny's misinterpretation. "No, Ginny, we don't need brooms. We'll be harnessed in securely," he explained, smiling.
Ginny looked skeptical, but Harry reassured her, and they climbed into their seats. As the safety harnesses clicked into place, Ginny took a deep breath.
The countdown began, and the floor dropped out from beneath them. Ginny's scream of delight was lost in the rush of wind as they plummeted towards the ground.
But despite the intense thrill of the drop, Ginny's face was alight with joy. "That was amazing!" she exclaimed, as they stepped out of the ride.
Harry grinned, happy to see Ginny having so much fun. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, putting his arm around her shoulders.
After a few more thrilling rides, Harry and Ginny made their way to the River Rafting ride. As they waited in line, Ginny's eyes sparkled with excitement, anticipating the adventure ahead.
As they climbed into their raft, a park employee handed them each a life jacket. Ginny took hers, examining it curiously. "What's this called again, Harry? A 'lifesavey'?" she asked, looking up at him with a questioning gaze.
Harry chuckled at Ginny's mispronunciation. "It's called a life jacket, Ginny," he corrected, smiling.
Ginny grinned, unembarrassed. "Oh, right! Lifesavey makes more sense, though," she teased, making Harry laugh.
With their life jackets securely fastened, they pushed off from the shore and began their journey down the river, ready to face whatever rapids lay ahead.
As the sun began to set, Harry and Ginny made their way to the Ferris wheel, its colorful lights twinkling like stars against the evening sky. Ginny's eyes sparkled with delight as she gazed up at the wheel. "Oh, Harry! Let's ride the 'Spinny-circle'!" she exclaimed.
Harry chuckled at Ginny's whimsical name for the Ferris wheel. "It's actually called a Ferris wheel, Ginny," he corrected, smiling.
Ginny's face scrunched up in concentration. "Fer-eez wheel?" she repeated, mispronouncing the name.
Harry laughed. "Close enough, Ginny."
This time, Ginny insisted on buying the tickets herself. She took some Muggle money from Harry's pocket, marveling at the paper notes. "Wow, Muggle money is so... fluffy!" she exclaimed.
As Ginny approached the ticket counter, Harry watched with amusement. She mispronounced several words, but somehow managed to convey her intentions to the ticket vendor.
"I'd like two tick-its for the Fer-eez wheel, please," Ginny said, holding out the money.
The vendor smiled kindly at Ginny's mispronunciation. "That'll be £10, please."
Ginny handed over the money, took the tickets, and turned to Harry with a triumphant grin. "I did it, Harry!"
As they settled into their cozy box on the Ferrurbation wheel, Ginny's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I'm having the best time at this... this... Amoo-zement Park!" she exclaimed, still struggling to pronounce the name correctly.
Harry chuckled at Ginny's mispronunciation, but she didn't seem to notice. She was too busy bubbling over with enthusiasm, launching into a breathless explanation of all the things she loved about the park.
"I love the Spinny-Teacups and the Fluffy-Clouds and the Laughing-House!" Ginny rattled off, using her own special names for the various attractions. "And the Fer-eez wheel is my favorite! I feel like I'm flying on a broomstick!"
As Ginny chattered on, Harry gazed at her, a warm smile on his face. He loved watching her like this, her eyes shining with excitement, her words tumbling out in a joyful jumble.
But as they reached the top of the Ferris wheel, Ginny suddenly stopped talking, her mouth snapping shut as she gazed out at the breathtaking view. The lights of the park twinkled below them, and the stars shone brightly above. Harry followed her gaze, and for a moment, they just sat there, taking it all in.
As they began their descent, Ginny launched back into her enthusiastic explanation, hardly pausing for breath. "And then we rode the 'Roundy-Swing' and the 'Bouncy-Castle' and I ate a whole bag of 'Sugar-Puffs'!" she exclaimed, mispronouncing and renaming various Muggle attractions and treats.
Harry listened attentively, a warm smile on his face, as Ginny's words tumbled out in a joyful jumble. She was on blabbering mode, and Harry was happy to just sit back and enjoy the show.
But as Ginny glanced over at Harry, she suddenly stopped talking, her face falling. For a moment, she thought she saw embarrassment in Harry's eyes, and her heart sank. But as she looked closer, she saw something entirely different.
"Ginny, I love everything about you," Harry said, his voice low and sincere. "The way you pronounce things wrong, the way you get so excited about Muggle things... everything."
Ginny's face lit up with a radiant smile, and she felt her heart swell with love for Harry. She leaned over and kissed him, the Ferris wheel's gentle rocking motion cradling them as they sat together, lost in their own little world.
As the Ferris wheel came to a stop, Harry and Ginny stepped out of their box, hand in hand, into the warm glow of the setting sun. The sky was ablaze with hues of pink and orange, casting a romantic light over the entire scene. Ginny squeezed Harry's hand a few times, sending shivers down his spine and making him feel weak in the knees.
As they strolled out of the park, Ginny leaned against Harry, her head on his shoulder. Harry wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close as they walked. They stood together at the zebra crossing, waiting for the lights to change, the sounds of the park fading into the distance.
"I had the best day ever, Harry," Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry smiled, his heart full of love for her. "I'm so glad, Ginny. Me too."
As they stood at the zebra crossing, Harry gazed ahead at the bright golden arches of McDonald's, a popular Muggle eatery. "We'll have dinner there," he said, nodding towards the restaurant. "Just need to cross the road first."
Harry told Ginny to wait, knowing that her enthusiasm for the Muggle world might lead her to dash across the road without caution. As they stood there, Harry began to count the Muggle money he had, making sure he had enough to pay for their meal. He hadn't converted much of his wizarding money to Muggle currency, so he wanted to double-check his funds.
Meanwhile, Ginny stood beside him, her eyes wide with wonder as she watched the cars and vehicles zooming by. "Harry, look! So many 'Speedy-Boxes'!" she exclaimed, her term for Muggle cars. Harry smiled, amused by her creative names for everyday Muggle things.
As Harry was busy counting his money, Ginny's attention was caught by something across the road. Her eyes widened in amazement, and without thinking, she started walking towards it, forgetting all about waiting for the green sign to cross the road.
Harry's head jerked up, and he saw Ginny stepping off the curb. His heart skipped a beat as he realized she was walking right into the path of oncoming traffic. He tried to shout a warning, but it was too late. He watched in horror as he ran towards her, his feet feeling heavy, as if stuck in slow motion.
A car was bearing down on Ginny, its tires screeching as the driver slammed on the brakes. Ginny screamed, her eyes wide with fear. But just as all hope seemed lost, a stranger lunged forward, grabbing Ginny and pulling her to safety. The car whizzed by, mere inches from where Ginny had been standing.
Harry reached Ginny's side, his heart still racing with fear. "Ginny, are you okay?" he asked, shaking with relief.
Ginny nodded, still looking pale. "Y-yes, Harry. I'm so sorry... I wasn't thinking."
The stranger who had saved Ginny smiled and nodded. "No harm done. Just be more careful next time, okay?"
Harry's eyes widened in shock as he took in the stranger's appearance. The girl, around 11 years old, had messy, dark red hair that fell in tangled locks around her pale face. Her hazel eyes, flecked with green and gold, seemed to sparkle despite the dirt and grime that smudged her cheeks. Her small nose was slightly upturned, giving her a pert, pixie-like appearance that reminded Harry of his own mother's mischievous grin.
But it was more than just her physical appearance that left Harry stunned. The combination of her red hair, hazel eyes, and facial features was uncannily similar to how he had always imagined his unborn sister, Daisy, would look. Since the Dream Reality Convergence, Harry had dreamed of Daisy, envisioning her as a bright, lively presence who would have been his partner in crime and adventure. And during the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, he had relived the memory of his mother telling him he would soon have a little sister.
For a moment, Harry felt like he was staring at a ghost, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been. He remembered the feeling of excitement and anticipation he had felt as a baby, waiting for his little sister to arrive. He recalled the way his mother had smiled and stroked his hair, telling him he would be a wonderful big brother. And he remembered the crushing disappointment and grief that had followed, when his parents and unborn sister were torn from him.
Harry composed himself, remembering that Daisy had never been born, that she had died along with his parents on that fateful Halloween night. He took a deep breath, pushing aside the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He looked at the stranger, really looked at her, and saw a young girl who needed help and care.
Ginny's eyes widened in shock as she took in the girl's disheveled appearance. The girl's messy, dark red hair was matted and tangled, and her hazel eyes seemed to hold a deep sadness. But despite her rough appearance, there was something about her that seemed fragile and vulnerable. Ginny's expression quickly changed to one of gratitude as she turned to the girl. "Oh, thank you so much for saving my life!" Ginny exclaimed, her voice filled with sincerity. "I'm Ginny, and this is Harry, my boyfriend," she added, smiling up at Harry and squeezing his hand.
Ginny's eyes sparkled with a sudden idea as she turned back to the girl. "We'd love it if you would join us for dinner!" she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "We were just about to go to McDonald's. Won't us, Harry?" she asked, nudging him with her elbow and looking up at him with a hopeful expression.
Harry came out of his thoughts, still reeling from the resemblance between the girl and his imagined sister. He nodded, smiling, and the girl's face lit up with pure joy. Her eyes, which had seemed so sad just moments before, now shone with a warm, golden light.
The look on her face was unexpected, a radiant beam of happiness that transformed her entire demeanor. Harry recognized the look, having experienced it himself during his difficult childhood. It was the look of someone who had been given a rare and precious gift – in this case, a hot meal and some kindness. Harry's heart swelled with compassion as he gazed at the girl, feeling a deep connection to her.
The girl's eyes shone with excitement as she nodded eagerly, her messy red hair bobbing up and down. "Really? You'd want me to join you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes darted back and forth between Ginny and Harry, as if she couldn't quite believe her luck.
Ginny smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Of course! We'd love to have you join us. What's your name, by the way?"
The girl's eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment, as if she was searching for the right words or hesitant to reveal her name. Then, in a soft voice that was barely audible, she said, "Daisy."
Harry gasped, his eyes widening in shock as he felt like he had been punched in the gut. Ginny's eyes darted to Harry's face, and she could see the surprise, emotion, and a hint of wonder written all over it. She knew about Harry's dreams, about how he had always imagined having a sister named Daisy. Ginny's heart skipped a beat as she realized the significance of the girl's name.
Ginny's eyes locked onto the girl's face, studying her features closely. And what she saw took her breath away. The girl's messy, dark red hair was the same color Harry had always imagined his sister's hair would be. Her hazel eyes, flecked with green and gold, sparkled with a warmth that seemed to radiate from within. Her small nose was slightly upturned, giving her a pert, pixie-like appearance that reminded Ginny of Harry's own mischievous grin.
Ginny remembered the first dream she and Harry had shared on Christmas, six months ago. In that dream, Harry had imagined a happy family - his mum, dad, and sister Daisy. Ginny had seen the dream, had felt Harry's joy and longing. She had seen the way Harry's face had lit up when he talked about his imaginary sister, the way his eyes had shone with excitement. And now, standing in front of her, was a girl who looked uncannily like the Daisy of Harry's dreams.
Both Ginny and Harry composed themselves quickly, not wanting to upset the girl. They could see the sadness creeping into her eyes, the fear that she had somehow upset them. "It's okay, Daisy," Ginny said softly, smiling at the girl. "We're just... surprised. That's all." Harry nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixed on the girl's face.
Harry leaned in close to Ginny, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let's act normal, like Muggles," he reminded her. Ginny nodded, her eyes sparkling with understanding.
Daisy looked at them warily, still sensing that something was off. But Harry quickly dispelled the tension by taking Ginny's hand, giving her a gentle squeeze. He shot her a meaningful glance, reminding her of the potential accident they had just narrowly avoided. Ginny smiled sheepishly, her cheeks flushing pink.
Harry hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. But then he looked at Daisy, taking in her frail appearance and youthful face. He estimated that she was at least a year or two years younger than him, and her worn-out clothes and messy hair suggested that she had been living on the streets. Harry's heart went out to her, and he decided to take a gentle approach.
He raised his hand, and Daisy flinched, her eyes widening in fear. But when she saw Harry's face, she relaxed, taking in the kindness and compassion etched on his features. Harry gently grasped her elbow, helping her balance as they waited for the green light to cross the road.
Daisy didn't protest, seeming to sense that Harry meant no harm. Instead, she looked up at him with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity, her eyes searching for answers. Harry smiled reassuringly, trying to put her at ease.
As the green light flashed on, Harry guided Ginny and Daisy across the road, his eyes scanning the traffic to ensure their safety. Once they reached the other side, he released Daisy's elbow, smiling at her. "Let's get some food," he said, nodding towards the McDonald's restaurant.
As they reached the door, the guard's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in Daisy's disheveled appearance. Harry's eyes flashed with annoyance, and he swiftly pulled out his card, flashing it at the guard. "She's with me," Harry said firmly, his tone brooking no argument.
The guard's expression changed instantly, and he nodded respectfully. "Welcome, sir. And welcome, young lady," he added, smiling at Daisy. Harry was part-owner of McDonald's, courtesy of the Smith Assets, which had been left to him as the heir of the Smith family.
Harry motioned to Ginny, but she was already ahead of him. She smiled warmly at Daisy and said, "Hey, why don't you come with me for a minute? We can get you cleaned up a bit." Daisy nodded, looking a bit uncertain, but Ginny's friendly demeanor put her at ease.
Ginny led Daisy to the washroom, where she gently helped her wash her hands and face. As the dirt and grime were washed away, Daisy's face looked even more familiar, though her hair was still a tangled mess. Her clothes were worn and dirty, but her face, now clean, seemed to radiate a quiet beauty.
As they exited the washroom, Harry's eyes met Daisy's, and he felt a jolt of recognition. It was as if he was staring at a piece of his own history, a piece he thought he had lost forever.
Composing himself, Harry turned to Daisy and said, "Thank you so much for saving Ginny's life. We owe you one." Daisy's eyes widened, and she shook her head, "No, I should be the one thanking you. You and Ginny are giving me food. I'm the one who should be grateful."
Harry smiled, remembering the way Daisy had flinched when he had held her elbow while crossing the road. "I'm also sorry for grabbing your elbow back there," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I just wanted to help you cross the road, but obviously, you didn't need it. You're the one who saved Ginny from the accident."
Ginny smiled sheepishly, looking down at her feet. Daisy's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she said, "Well, Harry, you really only need to hold hands with your girlfriend," she added cheekily. But then she gasped, thinking she had said too much.
However, Harry just chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Daisy looked relieved, thinking that Harry might not give her food now. But instead, Harry smiled and said, "Don't worry, Daisy. You're welcome to join us for dinner. We're not going to let you go hungry."
Daisy's face lit up with gratitude, and she smiled, looking more relaxed than before. Ginny smiled warmly at her, and the three of them walked towards the counter to order their food.
Harry ordered their food, insisting that Daisy get whatever she wanted. "Get a big meal," he said, smiling at her. "You must be starving." Daisy's eyes widened as she scanned the menu, and she eventually settled on a large burger, fries, and a milkshake.
They sat down at a table, and Harry and Ginny both encouraged Daisy to dig in. "Eat as much as you want," Ginny said, smiling warmly. "We want to make sure you're full." Harry nodded in agreement, and Daisy hesitantly began to eat.
As they waited for Daisy to finish her meal, Harry and Ginny chatted quietly, not wanting to pry into Daisy's personal life just yet. They asked her light, casual questions, but mostly let her focus on eating. Harry and Ginny also ate, savoring their own meals as they kept a watchful eye on Daisy.
As they ate, Harry couldn't help but steal glances at Daisy. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that she looked so much like the sister he had always imagined. Ginny caught him staring and raised an eyebrow, but Harry just shrugged, unsure of how to explain his feelings.
As Daisy ate her dinner hungrily, Ginny and Harry exchanged a whispered conversation. "She really looks so much like my unborn sister, the one I dreamed about," Harry whispered, his eyes fixed on Daisy's face. Ginny's eyes softened, and she squeezed Harry's hand reassuringly.
"I know, it's uncanny," Ginny whispered back, "but we have to remember, she's not your sister, Harry. She's a different person, with her own story and struggles." Harry nodded, taking a deep breath as he processed his emotions. He couldn't help but feel a deep connection to Daisy, but he knew Ginny was right – he had to separate his feelings from reality.
As they whispered, Daisy continued to eat, her eyes fixed on her food. Harry watched her, guessing that she hadn't eaten in days. The way she devoured her meal, savoring each bite, spoke volumes about her hunger and desperation. Harry's heart went out to her, and he felt a surge of determination to help her, to make sure she was safe and cared for.
Daisy tried to sneak some of her food into her tattered bag, but Ginny caught her in the act. Daisy's eyes widened in fear, and she looked like a trapped animal. Harry quickly intervened, his voice calm and reassuring. "Don't worry, Daisy, there's no need to steal. We're not going to hurt you. But we do need to talk to you about something."
Daisy's expression changed from fear to panic. "No, you're like them!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling. "The man who gave me food the other day and tried to kidnap me... or the lady who tried to send me to the police." She jumped up from her seat, trying to make a run for it, but her legs gave out beneath her.
Harry quickly lifted her up, his hands gentle but firm. Ginny rushed to help, and together they guided Daisy back to her seat. Daisy was crying softly, her body shaking with sobs. Harry didn't know why, but he gently wiped away her tears, his touch soothing.
Ginny felt a pang of jealousy, but she quickly scolded herself for it. Harry thought of Daisy as a sister, and Ginny knew that. She looked at Harry, who was uncertain about how to comfort Daisy. Ginny met his gaze and nodded, encouraging him. Instead, Ginny took the initiative and hugged Daisy tightly.
Daisy didn't resist, instead melting into Ginny's embrace. Harry watched, a mixture of relief and gratitude on his face. He was thankful that Ginny had taken the lead, comforting Daisy in a way that he couldn't. As they hugged, Harry realized that Daisy's story was much more complicated than he had initially thought.
Harry's voice was gentle and reassuring as he said, "Daisy, we just want to help you. We're not going to hurt you or turn you in to anyone. We want to make sure you're safe and taken care of." Daisy nodded slowly, her eyes still red from crying, and her face streaked with tears.
Ginny smiled warmly at Harry, admiring the way he handled the situation. She had seen him deal with difficult people and situations before, but there was something especially tender about the way he interacted with Daisy. He had only hesitated before because Daisy was a girl and he didn't want to scare her or make her feel uncomfortable. But now, he was his usual kind and compassionate self.
They made their way out of McDonald's, the cool evening air a welcome relief after the warmth of the restaurant. The sounds of the city - car horns, chatter, and music - filled the air as they walked. Harry and Ginny walked on either side of Daisy, making her feel safe and protected.
As they walked, Harry asked Daisy, "So, where do you live?" He asked the question casually, but Ginny knew he was watching Daisy's reaction closely.
Daisy's eyes dropped, and she looked embarrassed. She fidgeted with her hands, twisting her fingers together. "I...I don't have a home," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. Harry and Ginny exchanged a knowing glance. Their suspicion was true - Daisy was homeless.
Harry's expression softened, and he put a gentle hand on Daisy's shoulder. "It's okay, Daisy. We're here to help. We'll figure something out," he said, his voice full of reassurance. Ginny nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with compassion. She felt a surge of determination to help Daisy, to make sure she was safe and had a place to call her own.
They made their way to a nearby park, the darkness of the evening casting long shadows across the grass. Since it was almost night, the park was almost empty, except for a few stragglers hurrying home. Harry and Ginny guided Daisy to a bench, and she sat down, looking exhausted.
Harry got down on his knees in front of her, his eyes locked on hers. "You've never had a home?" he asked gently, his voice full of compassion. Daisy shook her head, her eyes dropping. "Not for the past six years," she whispered.
Ginny's eyes widened in shock, and she felt a pang of sadness. Six years was a long time to be without a home, without a family. Harry's expression was calm, but Ginny could see the turmoil in his eyes. He was gentle, brotherly, as he asked Daisy, "Why?"
But despite his calm exterior, Harry's mind was racing. He couldn't help but think of Daisy as his own sister, despite telling himself she wasn't the Daisy he had dreamed of. There was something about her that drew him in, something that made him feel connected to her. And her appearance didn't help - she looked so much like the sister he had always imagined.
Daisy took a deep breath before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. "I had a Grandma... I lived with her for five years. She was a good person, kind and loving. But... she died in a car accident." Ginny's eyes widened in shock, and she felt a lump form in her throat. She now understood why Daisy must have saved her earlier - Daisy had lost someone dear to her in a similar way.
As Daisy spoke, her eyes began to well up with tears again. But before she could break down, Harry instinctively reached out and gently placed his hand on her hair. It was a comforting gesture, one that seemed to calm Daisy down. Harry didn't know why he did it, but somehow, it felt like the right thing to do. Daisy looked up at him, her eyes searching, and for a moment, they just locked gazes.
Daisy's voice trembled as she continued her tale. "We used to live in a village... Godric's Hollow," she said, her eyes clouding over. Harry gasped again, his mind reeling with the coincidence. Ginny squeezed his hand, her eyes wide with wonder. How could it be that Daisy lived in the same village where the Potters used to live? And why did she look so familiar? But they composed themselves, not wanting to interrupt Daisy's story.
Daisy's eyes dropped, and she whispered, "After my grandma died, I was alone. I was only 5. I had no one, so I was taken to an orphanage." Her voice cracked, and she paused, collecting herself. "It was run by an old man, but... no one seemed to like me. It was a small orphanage, and the other 4 kids got adopted, leaving me behind."
Daisy's eyes welled up with tears as she spoke of the orphanage. "One day, there was a fire... and the keeper man died. Again, I was left alone." Her voice broke, and she looked heartbroken, her shoulders shaking with sobs. Harry and Ginny exchanged a glance, their hearts heavy with sympathy for the young girl who had endured so much loss and hardship.
Daisy's voice trembled as she continued her story. "I was 6 at that time," she said, her eyes gazing into the distance. "After the fire, I was sent to another small orphanage. I thought... I thought I had finally found a home." Her voice cracked, and she paused, collecting herself.
"But then, something unexpected happened. I got adopted," Daisy said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "But the same day... my adopted parents died in a London Underground accident. They were shopping for me... and I was left alone again." Tears streamed down Daisy's face as she spoke, her body shaking with sobs.
Ginny's eyes welled up with tears, and Harry's face was etched with concern. They couldn't imagine what Daisy had gone through, losing everyone she had ever known. Daisy's voice dropped to a whisper as she continued. "When I got back to the orphanage... it was closed. I was the last one there, and the orphanage runner had left the city after giving me away."
Daisy's voice was barely audible as she continued her story. "Since then, my story spread... and no orphanage would take me," she said, her eyes downcast. "They told me I was cursed." Her voice trembled, and she paused, collecting herself.
Ginny's eyes were filled with tears, and Harry's face was etched with concern. They couldn't imagine the pain and loneliness Daisy had endured. Daisy's voice dropped to a whisper as she continued. "I was known as the cursed child... because everyone I got involved with died." She looked up, her eyes haunted. "Since then, I've been alone."
The park was quiet, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the wind. Harry, Ginny, and Daisy sat in silence, the weight of Daisy's words hanging in the air. Harry and Ginny exchanged a glance, their hearts heavy with sympathy for the young girl who had been shunned and feared by so many.
Daisy's eyes dropped, and she whispered, "So, I've been living on the streets for 6 years. I'm 11 now... or at least, I think I am." She looked up, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "I'm not really sure, because the Grandma I had... she wasn't my real Grandma."
Ginny's eyes widened, intrigued by the new revelation. Harry's face was etched with concern, his eyes fixed on Daisy. Daisy continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "My Grandma said she found me when I was a baby. She said I was very weak, like I was premature... only a few weeks old. She thought I must have been born in an accident, when a pregnant lady died."
Daisy's eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in thought. "But the strange thing is... I was found under a tree, near the church at Godric's Hollow." The air was thick with tension as Harry and Ginny exchanged a weighted glance. Godric's Hollow, again. The coincidences were piling up, and they couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to Daisy's story than met the eye.
Daisy's voice was laced with a mix of emotions as she continued her story. "My grandma said she took me to the hospital, and the doctors were amazed. They said I was only 9 weeks old, and there was no chance I would survive." She paused, her eyes gazing into the distance. "But they kept me in an incubator, and... I survived."
Ginny's eyes were wide with wonder, and Harry's face was etched with amazement. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. Daisy's voice dropped to a whisper. "I was kept in the incubator for 5 months, and then... I was like a normal baby." A small smile played on her lips. "The doctors called me a miracle child... or a magical child."
But her smile faltered, and her eyes clouded over. "Now, people call me the cursed child." Her voice was barely audible, and her body seemed to shrink, as if the weight of her past was crushing her. Harry and Ginny exchanged a glance, their hearts heavy with sympathy for the young girl who had endured so much.
Daisy's voice was laced with a hint of despair as she spoke, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I think maybe I am cursed," she said, her eyes downcast, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "All my family died... maybe my mother knew I was cursed and left me." Her voice cracked, and she paused, collecting herself as she struggled to hold back tears.
Ginny reached out, placing a comforting hand on Daisy's arm, but Daisy didn't seem to notice. She was lost in her thoughts, her eyes gazing into the distance as she tried to make sense of her past. "Maybe she tried to abort me, but I survived... and was left alone," Daisy continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "But that doesn't explain why I was in a weird basket with a soft blanket." She looked up, her eyes searching, pleading for answers.
Harry's mind was racing, trying to piece together the puzzle of Daisy's past. He felt a surge of determination to uncover the truth, to help Daisy understand what had happened to her. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on Daisy's, his voice gentle. "We'll figure it out, Daisy. We'll find out what happened to you."
Daisy's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "Maybe I should die. Maybe I'm really the cursed child." Her eyes seemed to plead for validation, as if she had resigned herself to the fact that she was indeed cursed.
Harry's face was etched with concern as he reached out and took Daisy's hands in his. "You're not cursed, Daisy," he said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. Daisy looked up at him, her eyes searching for reassurance.
"But people...," Daisy started to say, her voice trembling. Harry interrupted her, his voice gentle but firm. "I don't know about that, but I know you're not cursed." He smiled, trying to reassure her. "I've been in your shoes, Daisy. I lost my parents when I was a baby, and I used to think I was cursed too." Ginny smiled, nodding in agreement.
"But I'm not," Harry continued. "And neither are you. You're just a girl who's been through a lot, but that doesn't mean you're cursed." Daisy's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Harry, and suddenly, she burst into sobs.
Harry instinctively hugged her, holding her close as she cried. As he held her, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was hugging his own sister. The connection he felt with Daisy was strong, and her appearance only added to the sense of familiarity. Ginny watched, a warm smile on her face, as Harry comforted Daisy.
Next Chapter is Helping the Cursed.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors.So this was it. The chapter started all sweet and lovely with Harry and Ginnys date but it took a different turn as they met Daisy. I hope you would like the character of Daisy ahead. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!