Just That Girl Called Ginny

Ginny's first year is a mix of complete chaos, and it's definitely NOT something an eleven year old girl would want to put up with! Hogwarts is an incredible place, fun, magical, and definitely safe! Well . . . That is until Ginny's first year. The Chamber Of Secrets has been opened again, and no student is safe, especially not Ginny, who is an inexperienced young girl, thrust into a dangerous and deadly adventure, with only one way out. Not only does she have to battle with the darkest wizard of all time, she also has to fight with a broken heart, because the boy she loves could not possibly love her . . . Will Ginny survive? Or will she disappear like those thrust into the chamber before her?

Cover by: MissQuirky


1. Meeting Harry<3

"Why can't I go, mum?", I whinged. It was so unfair! All my brothers were in Hogwarts already, I was the only one left. I had to suffer each and every time that my six brothers went. First it was Charlie, then Bill, then Percy, then the twins and then Ron! It was torture knowing that I wouldn't be going until I was eleven. And that was ages away! I couldn't wait that long!

Alright, I know I hadn't gotten a letter yet, or any school books, or a wand, or anything like that . . . But I had experienced it all, (sort of) watching all my brothers get their letters and their books and their wands! Hogwarts was so cool! I wanted a go as well! So I kept begging Mum during the year, and hoping that somehow I would get my letter a year early, but it didn't happen.

We drove to the station in a hurry, fearing that we were going to be late, like every year. My brothers were all talking about Quidditch, apart from Percy, who was polishing his shiny new Prefect badge and looking very proud. I, on the other hand, was arguing with Mum, trying to convince her to let me go as well, although I knew she probably wouldn't give in. It was so unfair!

Ron, who was listening into our conversation, smirked and I felt the urge to burst out crying. Ron was always so mean to me. In fact, all my brothers were. I was the youngest in the family, so everyone made fun of me and Fred and George (my twin brothers) were always trying to trick me into doing something stupid. But obviously, I could always sense something was up, because they always tried to do it when Mum was out and the house was peculiarly quiet, so I'd immediately run in the opposite direction, because that was the easiest way to get out of trouble, even if it seemed cowardly.

When we parked near the station, everyone poured out onto the car park and started grabbing their things. Fred had tried to smuggle a white rat into his suitcase, while tried to do the same with a black one, but both were confiscated by Mum when they bit their way out and tried to escape, causing Percy to squeal in surprise when one ran over his shoe! We hurriedly ran into the station and Mum relaxed a bit, seeing that for once we weren't actually late.

She even told us all to slow down and walk normally, which seemed like a miracle, as she was always telling us to run faster! So there we were, pretending to be normal, until we were out of sight. Mum seemed very annoyed, saying "It's like this every year! Packed with muggles! Where do they all need to go at this time of year? It makes things much harder!" Dad had to tell her to quieten down a bit, we weren't completely alone after all.

Percy was just about to cross the barrier between nine and ten, when a boy with green eyes and messy black hair turned up with his trolley. He smiled at me and I immediately felt a strange feeling. He had the most beautiful eyes . . . And the most handsome face. . . I stared at him but he wasn't staring back, because he had been distracted by the rest of my family, which was glancing at him and back at the clock, which said the train  would be leaving in ten minutes. "Excuse me", he asked Mum politely. "Could you please tell me how to get to Platform 9 and Three Quarters?"

Wow, this boy wasn't very informed. Maybe he was muggle-born? Mum smiled and said it was Ron's first time too, and that he had nothing to worry about. I nodded in agreement, wanting to be noticed, but feeling shy at the same time. She then told Percy to go first and show the green eyed boy how to do it. Percy immediately jumped to the opportunity, proudly puffing out his chest to show off his badge, and the twins, Fred and George, went next.

Ron was grinning at the boy and started chatting to him about Hogwarts. It was obvious he'd taken a liking to him, which was annoying, because I was the one trying hard to be noticed! They then ran through, and I was left with Mum and Dad. We casually walked through (well, I grumpily stormed through) and I noticed Ron and the handsome boy getting on the train, leaving their trunks behind to be collected later. The boy had a snowy white owl, she was truly gorgeous! I tried to go up and stroke her, but Dad held me back, thinking I was going to try and board the train. Fred then ran into a carriage too, closely followed by George. To my amazement, they ran straight back after a minute or two, grinning from ear to ear. As far as I knew, when you got onto the train, there was no going back, everyone was so desperate to get to Hogwarts! I certainly wouldn't, not with such a bossy mother like mine.

"Hey, Mum! You know that boy who didn't know how to get on the platform? Guess who that was! Harry Potter!", George called.

I started picking up my stuff, when I stopped rapidly. Wait, did he say HARRY POTTER?! THAT BOY WAS HARRY POTTER?! Omigod, I couldn't believe it! I ran up to George and called, "No way! You guys are joking, right?!"

He rolled his eyes and said in a mock serious voice, "Well yeah, we're joking. It was Merlin, sure. Or Godric Gryffindor. Who else do you think it was?! Yes, I did say Harry Potter! I saw his scar!" Fred came up and said, "Correction, WE saw his scar."

"Poor boy", mum said. "So that's why he was alone. I'm glad I helped him! But don't you dare make him feel any worse by staring at him and questioning him! It must be so traumatizing for him, with the whole situation he's in!"  Dad wasn't listening. He had just spotted somebody changing muggle money for galleons and was rushing up and asking if he could hold it. Dad is a giant fan of anything the muggles created to help them without magic, although I've no idea why. I, myself, found their objects quite useful, but I wasn't obsessed with taking them apart and seeing how they worked!

While Mum was lecturing the twins and Dad was counting money, I rushed up and was about to climb onto the train to see if Harry Potter really was on the train, when Fred pulled me back and said "Hey, litle sis, you still have time! Leave Harry to the big boys!" before handing me back to Mum. We started arguing again, of course. She said I wasn't old enough to go yet and that I was acting very irresponsible, while I was saying that I wanted to see Harry and that it wasn't fair. We stopped, but only because the train had started moving and Mum concentrated on waving goodbye to Ron, Percy, Fred and George. I ran after the train, laughing and waving as well, until it was too fast, and I was out of breath.

I then sat down on a bench, looking at all the children waving to their parents. I wasn't really interested in my brothers any more, (I had seen just about enough of them!) until I saw Harry. He was waving too, at ME! I couldn't believe it! He was definitely waving at me, because his enchanting green eyes interlocked with mine, and I could tell it was a wave especially for me! I frantically waved back and my heart began to race. I felt this wasn't going to be a very ordinary year . . . Not after I had met Harry Potter.


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