Author Notes: Hi guys. I'm back. I don't know if someone has already written a thing like this about this particular moment of HP and HBP. This idea came to me suddenly, and I have decided to publish it. All comments are welcome as always.

The one.

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her... The creature in his chest was roaring in triumph, he grinned down at Ginny and gestured wordlessly out of the portrait hole. A long walk in the grounds seemed indicated, during which — if they had time — they might discuss the match. (J. K. Rowling.)

Harry and Ginny went outside the Common Room. He was very careful not to help her through the portrait hole, but when they were out of it, he took her hand and led her down the stairs, under the gaze of a surprising Fat Lady. Ginny laced her fingers through his. They were both speechless - Harry's face was slightly flushed - but they were both smiling. It was then that the images disappeared.

"I don't get it," said a male voice from very above. "Normally we can only see the most important moments of Harry's life. So why this one?"

"What are you talking about, James?" Asked Lily. "This is important."

"Oh, come on. It's just a kiss and not even the first one because unfortunately, we saw that," he replied. "I still feel sorry for my poor son," he added thinking back at the scene of the crying girl in the Room of Requirement. Lily rolled her eyes.

"James, this is not just a kiss. And that is not just a girl."

"Well, of course, she's not just a girl. She's a redhead girl and even a beautiful one, but not more than you, honey," he added quickly at her dirty look. "Anyway, I still don't get it."

"James, his best friend and brother of her, was in the same room, and he didn't care. Well, he did but only when it was too late. How could you not get it? She is the girl. She's the one."

"What? No way!" But then he remembered the look on Harry's face before and after the kiss. And there was even to consider that she was a redhead Quidditch player. "Oh God, you're right. But he's only sixteen!" He exclaimed.

"And how many years did you have when you understand that I was the one?" She asked.

"Eleven," he said smiling. "It was during our first trip on the Hogwarts Express." Lily smiled too, but then a tear fell from her face.

"Do you know what this means?" She asked him. From the look that she had, it was clear that she was referring back to the scene just saw. James just nodded, hugging his wife sweetly. "Our son grew up."