Disclaimer: This story is 100% Alternate Universe and most, if not all, of the characters in this story, are out of character as well. Also, I don't own anything by J.K. Rowling and I am not trying to steal her characters, plots, or moments within the books that she has written. This is my own story and I also claim to not copy off of anyone else's work either in the process.

Please note that throughout this story, the characters will occasionally break the fourth wall. These sections will be represented in bold lettering.

Summary: Multiple POV. Ginny is about to be left alone without any of her brothers at home, when a surprising young man comes into her life and changes everything. See how this new friendship evolves into something more, and the trials that the both of them must take in to live a great life together. Contains moments from all the years at Hogwarts, is AU, and has some character bashings.

Last Updated: 4/20/18

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

(Ginny P.O.V.)

Ever since I was 6 years old I have been in love with the Boy-Who-Lived, or at least I thought I was. My Dad used to tell me stories every night before I went to sleep about his life and how special he was. I often headed to bed early just to hear more about his personal life, imagine who he was, and wonder whether or not I would meet him someday.

Harry James Potter was the only person alive who has survived the killing curse at the hands of You-Know-Who and lived to tell the tale. The night that evil man vanished, the entire Wizarding community was joyful that he was gone. None of that mattered to me at the time, but it was one of the reasons why everyone loved Harry Potter. Me personally? I just wanted to talk to him at some point in my life. Every night it would be a different story about Harry and all the adventures he has gone through. Slaying dragons, fighting off werewolves, saving people from a horde of vampires, made it all so enthralling to hear. How I wished I could be like him and go off on a fantastic adventure as well.

My Mum was more realistic on the views of that Harry Potter and why it was not such a great idea to be around him. She claimed that only dark wizards could ever survive a deadly curse because there was enough evil in their souls to block them from certain peril. I personally believed this was a load of hogwash.

How could someone who lost their parents at such a young age be filled with that much evil? There was no possible way that Harry could be a dark wizard. Even though I had never met him, I'm sure Harry Potter was a true hero in every sense of the word. Besides he was only one year old when he defeated You-Know-Who. Explain to me how a baby could have that much evil in their souls! I can't find a sensible reason. One day I would show my Mum that Harry is a good person, but I never could think of anything to prove it.

My family was split on the views of who Harry truly was. My Dad and I, of course, believed Harry was good, while my Mum, brother Percy, and brother Bill thought differently about him.

Percy was just too stuck up for his own good. He claimed that Harry Potter only survived on pure luck because You-Know-Who was a truly powerful, yet evil wizard, who only vanished because of accidental death. I simply refused to believe the nonsense that was coming out of my brother's head. To think that Harry lived because You-Know-Who screwed up the killing curse was laughable.

Bill liked to look at things logically, but thank Godric he's nowhere near as bad as Percy. Normally my older brother would agree with Mum, but not every single time. Bill thinks that only someone with dark powers could have lived against the brutality that came from "You-Know-Who". I wasn't completely upset with Bill because I had a feeling that he would eventually change his mind about Harry. For now, I simply shrugged off my concerns about my brother's ideals.

The twins were thankfully smart enough to realize that no one in the family has ever met Harry and therefore couldn't judge him just based off what was written in the Daily Prophet. They would prank him though if they ever got the chance and see if he was a good sport about it. It figures the only way those two jokers would see if someone was of "good character" was if they liked pranks or not.

Charlie didn't have time for the fabled hero as he was always so concerned with his dragons at the reserve in Romania. If Harry Potter was ever brought up in conversation at the house while he was there, Charlie would usually not comment and prefer to not speak his mind. That was fine with me though. I didn't want more of my family believing Harry was no good, but I have a feeling Charlie will see things my way. I have a lot of dirt on him.

The only one I could never really figure out was my other brother Ron. Where did his views on Harry Potter stand, and what kind of person did he think Harry was? Most of the time my brother felt jealous that Harry got all of this attention that "should" have been directed at him. I never understood until later on that my brother always felt insecure about himself and therefore always craved attention for what he thought was an accomplishment. It's understandable after all considering he's the youngest male Weasley, but he's not the youngest child in the family because that role was for me: little Ginny Weasley.

Godric I hate being the baby of the family. Every single member of my family never seems to let me forget that I'm the youngest, and I'm the only girl of the Weasley clan. I'm actually the first girl in the last seven generations, so I guess that makes me pretty special. So you'd think that since I'm so unique, I'd get more respect right? Wrong. I am absolutely frustrated by their overprotecting natures. I think my Mum is the worst because she constantly makes learn things that women should know. I have to learn how to cook things, sew, do chores, and a lot of other things. What about my brothers? They don't learn any of this shite!

Oh. Um. I'm sorry for swearing. Actually … No. I'm not. This is a load of shite! I don't think it's fair at all that I have to learn this just because I'm a girl. Well, I don't care what happens cause my Mum's teachings are just going to go out the window. If my brothers don't have to learn this, then neither do I. Also I'm not cooking for my future husband if I ever do get married. He can do that himself.

Phew. I really needed to get that off my chest. I'll continue now.

I guess I can't complain too much about my family members though. At least I have a family. There are some people out there who don't have anyone. My hero is one of them. I feel really bad about that actually.

When I turned eight my Mum's views on Harry Potter completely changed overnight. Every time the boy was mentioned, she would go on and on about how great he was and why we should all think of him as a good wizard. To think my Mum would ever start preaching Harry Potter as the purest boy alive was just unthinkable to me. There had to be some kind of reasoning behind it.

The family, of course, was flabbergasted because my Mum never changed her mind about anything in her life; when she put her mind to it, that was final. It's probably where I get my stubbornness from.

Before my Mum changed her views on Harry, I noticed that Professor Dumbledore would come to the house often and spend hours at a time with my parents while us kids played outside. I managed to hear bits of their conversations through one of the side walls of the house that had a hole into the kitchen. While their voices were almost always muffled, I could usually hear Harry Potter's name being mentioned. What could that mean? What does he have to do with my parents or Dumbledore for that matter?

I never could get much more from their conversations because my hiding spot was not the greatest for eavesdropping. Whenever I got frustrated by not finding out more, I would head out to the padlock shed and fly one of our brooms without my brothers noticing. Flying always seemed to clear my head and I was getting really good at it too. I've been flying ever since I was five years old and can easily outmaneuver any of my dimwitted siblings except for Charlie of course.

Charlie was the seeker at Hogwarts for the Gryffindor team for a few years and was even offered the chance to play pro-Quidditch. He reluctantly turned it down claiming that dragons will always be his true passion in life. I honestly wish I was there when he turned those scouts down so that I could slap him upside the head. Who honestly turns down professional Quidditch? That's my life's dream! Maybe someday I will be able to play for the Hollyhead Harpies: the only all-female Quidditch team. They're amazing players and none of them take any kind of crap from any of the other teams.

Two years later, Ron was finally given his letter to Hogwarts. This, unfortunately, would mean that I would be by myself with Mum and Dad for the entire year. Even though I was happy for Ron getting his letter, I was also extremely sad that he would be leaving. Since my other brothers were either out of school or still in school, Ron and I relied on each other for support. He was … is … my best friend. I knew as soon as he left I would miss him dearly. The night before we took him to the Hogwarts Express, I cried my eyes out.

The next morning was the same as every year in the Weasley household: chaotic. Every year on September the 1st, my family would always be behind schedule and forget something or would misplace items needed for Hogwarts. It also didn't help that Ron refused to pack anything until the very last minute and more than likely forgot a lot of clothes. Next year I would be part of that chaos, but pack my things at least the night before. I chuckled at that thought and began getting ready to leave. Today I would be saying goodbye to my four brothers: Percy, Fred, George, and now Ron.

After flooing to King's Cross with ten minutes to spare, we finally all made it to the platform. I thought I would always remember this day because of all my brothers leaving me for the first time, but something completely unexpected happened instead. Whenever I'm feeling upset, I think back to this day and smile because this was the day I met a very special boy who changed my life.

I remember Mum was panicking and rushing us all towards the hidden wall that led to Platform 9 and 3/4. As Percy stepped through the barrier, I saw a small boy with piercing green eyes looking at us with a shocked expression. He was somewhat scrawny, had black hair, oversized clothes, and glasses that were in need of repair, but something about him seemed out of place to me.

As Fred and George ran through the barrier at breakneck speed, I noticed the boy was still not believing what was happening. Is he a muggle? No, he can't be. I remember my parents telling us that only witches and wizards can see people going through Platform 9 and 3/4. So why was he so scared? I noticed that Mum was about to get Ron ready when the small boy asked for help in order to get on the platform. So he's a first year too? He was nervous to approach us as if he did something wrong by watching.

"Oh not to worry dear. Everyone gets nervous when trying to get on to the platform. It's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well!" Mum said while pointing towards her youngest son. Mum then explained to the boy that all you have to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. I could tell he was nervous about walking into a wall, so Mum let Ron go ahead. Since Ron was used to this by now, he took off at full speed to the wall and was gone in a second. After watching, the poor boy was still nervous about going through, so I offered to go along with him.

"Hey. Don't be scared. It's perfectly normal to feel this way." I said while taking hold of his right hand. The boy instantly seemed at peace and nodded his head. I thought his parents would have told him about this procedure, but he didn't seem to have anyone with him. I wonder what happened to his guardians? Did they assume he would just figure it out? It's not right for someone this young and inexperienced with magic to go at it alone. So I did the only thing that seemed right.

"Do you want to go with me?" I asked the boy. His only response was to nod. While still holding his hand, the two of us started running at the wall between the two platforms. Just before we hit the wall I noticed the boy had shut his eyes. I silently chuckled to myself as we went through the barrier. Seeing him wince made him incredibly cute in my eyes. It also helps that he was already cute to begin with.

Ok, Ginny, that's enough of that. Get a grip and focus now.

Once we were through, the boy took into his surroundings of amazement.

"I love magic!" He exclaimed.

I'm guessing he's a muggle-born because seeing the hidden station is not as surprising to me or my family anymore. Not that I have a problem with him being a possible muggle-born. I like all people unless they're my brothers because they can get quite annoying.

The boy turned to me and gave me a sudden surprising hug. I only did what I thought was right. I didn't think he would be this grateful to be honest. Despite those feelings, I realized that I've never received a hug from a boy before. It felt quite nice. My brothers don't count. I never consider them when it comes to boys.

After letting go of him, I blushed a serious shade of Weasley red that did not seem to let up. The boy thought this was funny and so I decided to playfully smack him in the arm.

"What was that for?" the boy asked while still laughing.

"For being a prat." I said while winking at him and started laughing again.

"What's your name?" the boy asked. "I've never had a friend before and I would love for you to be my first friend."

I was really surprised. How could he not have any friends? He seemed nice enough, and I already mentioned the cute thing, so what was it about him that people didn't like? Well, I guess I can't judge him too harshly considering my brothers are my closest friends. I'm only ten after all. Realizing that I was thinking too hard about this, and was keeping him on his toes at the same time, I decided to answer him back.

"My full name is Ginevra Molly Weasley, but please don't call me that. I hate my full name and usually hex anyone that says it. Please just call me Ginny." I said whilst extending my hand.

The boy smirked and shook my hand rather firmly.

"My name is Harry James Potter. I don't mind you calling me Harry, but please don't use my full name either. It just reminds me of my parents." said a quickly sad looking Harry.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. My eyes bulged out of my head and I'm pretty sure my heart stopped beating for a few minutes. I couldn't believe I had just met Harry FREAKING Potter! Oh my Godric I can't believe it! The savior of the Wizarding World, conqueror of the Dark Lord, and survivor of the killing curse is standing right in front of me! Wow! I am so starstruck right now!

"Ginny are you okay? Why aren't you saying anything?" asked a very confused Harry Potter.

I couldn't speak because I was just so enamored to meet him. In spite of this moment, I realized that I was also disappointed in myself. I was looking forward to this moment for so long and it didn't go anywhere near what I had planned. In my dreams, I was older and happened to have met him after he defeated some dark wizards. He would spot me in the crowds of those who were watching, and come forward to me to introduce himself. I would be wearing a really nice dress and make my appearance stand out. But now all of that is ruined! He met me too early for my dreams to become a reality.

"Ginny? Is something wrong?" Harry asked once again. I could see he was becoming a lot more concerned about what was happening to me.

I think he was genuinely scared of what was happening, but I couldn't speak! What in the world could I have possibly said to him at that moment? I was just too nervous to move or comprehend anything! It wouldn't matter if a heard of hippogriffs were stampeding in the background, because nothing would tear me away from this moment. All I could do was focus on him and stare blankly with my mouth open.

"Ginny don't be nervous around me. I'm still trying to get used to this myself because I've never been around any witches or wizards before. Can you just go back to thinking I'm just "Harry" instead of "Harry Potter"?" Harry asked with hope.

Using Harry's advice, I quickly regained my composure. Thankfully my voice returned and my blush was not as obvious.

"Yes. I'm fine Harry. I should have recognized you a little from what people have reported in the papers, but considering I've always wanted to meet you, I was speechless for a moment." I said.

"Why did you want to meet me? I'm just Harry." Harry asked.

"Are you kidding? Harry, you're the most famous wizard ever! You've been on so many adventures and done so many great things in your life! Why wouldn't I want to meet you?" I said with some exclamation.

"I've never been on any adventures, Ginny. Also, I didn't even know I was a wizard until about a week ago. Whatever stories you've heard about me are probably not true. I'm sorry to disappoint you." Harry said. I could tell he was not trying to hurt my feelings when he said this to me.

I guess I should have expected this. Harry isn't that much older than me, and to do the things I've heard of was somewhat unbelievable. I guess I just held on to those stories because he seemed like an amazing person who could do anything. The only thing that was true was the defeat of You-Know-Who all those years ago, but I don't care. I met my hero today, and I'm not going to let anything spoil that.

"That's fine, Harry. I should have known a lot of those adventures were not true anyway since you're only eleven. But still, I'm really glad I met you." I honestly said.

Harry seemed a bit more relaxed after I said that.

"Can I see the scar?" I asked.

He lifted up part of his fringe to reveal the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. I gasped slightly at seeing it but turned my attention back to what Harry was saying.

"Yeah, I still don't quite understand all of this. Being a wizard is weird to me because I was never told about my heritage or parents while growing up. It's rather strange to adapt to all of this since I've been in the ... what's it called? ... "Muggle World" for so long." said an unsure Harry.

I nodded and laughed a bit at his insecurity.

"Well don't worry, Harry. I'm sure I can tell you anything you want to know. If you have any questions, I am here to assist you. I mean. If that's ok? Not that it wouldn't be ok, but, still."

"Why am I acting this way? I'm never like this around anyone! When I'm with Harry though, I just can't help it. Maybe it's just because I've met the hero of my dreams and he's right in front of me. Yeah, that's probably it. I've got to stop being so anxious around him or I'll probably scare him away." I thought.

Harry didn't seem freaked about by my response and instead laughed a little. He told me again to just calm down and only see him as just Harry again. This is going to take some time to get used to. Thankfully my family was not around here to see me acting strangely. My Mum and brothers were all heading towards the train and I suppose they forgot about me momentarily. This was completely fine with me because it meant I got to spend more time with Harry.

"Hey, Ginny are you going to Hogwarts too? I want to hang out with my new friend some more. Maybe you can teach me all about this strange new world to me?" Harry asked.

"He wants me to teach him? Me? Plain Ginny Weasley?! I'm in heaven right? Yes, this is definitely heaven! Oh no, I'm not going to Hogwarts this year so what should I say? I don't want to lose him as a potential friend, but I don't know what to say to him! I guess the only thing to do is to admit the truth." I thought.

"I'm sorry but I'm not old enough to go to Hogwarts yet Harry. To go to Hogwarts, you have to be eleven years old, and I'm only ten." I said with a downcast look.

Harry's face frowned and the saddening look he was giving me was tearing me up inside. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I had no choice to tell him the truth. Fortunately, things seemed to work out.

"Can I write to you?" Harry asked. "I know we just met but I was serious about you being my first friend and I don't want to go without being able to talk to you. I was hoping by writing it wouldn't be as bad and I can send letters as often as I can. Plus, I have a lot of questions on what being a wizard is like. "

I swear I smiled so big that my face hurt.

"Yes! Yes, you may write to me!" I nearly shouted with joy.

Just then the sound of the train's whistle started to wail. The sudden noise caught both of our attention and we realized our time was running out. He looked at the train and stared at it for a moment with such despair. I wish I could have gotten more time with Harry because he seemed so nice and friendly. Plus if he wanted to be friends with me I was not going to deny his request. Harry looked back at me again and his face lit up once more.

"I guess I have to go now. I'm glad we're friends though." said Harry. He then gave me a hug that I quickly returned to him.

"I'll miss you, Ginny." Harry whispered to me.

"I'll miss you too, Harry." I stated while whispering in his ear.

I reluctantly had to let go of him. He had to go to Hogwarts, and I couldn't do anything to stop him. Harry turned away and began heading towards the train, but I followed behind to make it seem like I was with my family the entire time. As someone from the luggage compartment came and took Harry's things, I saw him get on the train and wave goodbye to me. I waved back with another huge smile on my face. Unfortunately, he turned and headed into a compartment that was out of my sight range.

Right near me, I could hear my Mum shouting at the twins. She told them to behave this year and not get into trouble. Yeah right! That's like asking Percy to stop following the rules and lose some points for Gryffindor. I do hope that Ron writes back to me though, but I was not as concerned about him leaving anymore. That spot was reserved for someone else I had just met.

The train started pulling away and my brothers were waving goodbye. I still don't think they knew I wasn't there to say goodbye. What a bunch of blockheads. I turned my head and noticed that Harry poked his head out of one of the windows. His eyes found mine and began waving at me again. I couldn't help but wave back at him, but this time my eyes were misting a little. I know I just met him, but I'm really going to miss Harry. I can only hope that he writes me back because I really wanted to get to know him too.

"Don't worry, Ginny. I am sure your brothers will return for Christmas. It's only a few months away." said Mum. She came up behind me and pulled me into a hug.

Thankfully, Mum didn't notice that I was with Harry the entire time. She was more concerned about Ron going off to his first year of school. Oh well. My brothers would have made fun of me anyways if I had gone over. I decided to play along for now and not let her know I met Harry instead.

"I know. It's just going to be hard now that Ron is gone. I'll miss them a lot." I said.

It wasn't a complete lie. I really was going to miss them.

"Try not to fret over it, dear. This year will go by in a flash and then you'll be off to Hogwarts as well! Now let's go home. Your Father will be off work soon, and we can do whatever you like today. Okay?" Mum said.

That sounded nice to me. I'm glad that Dad had some time off today because I never really get to see him with his long hours at the ministry. I nodded to Mum and then the two of us went back to the burrow via portkey.

A/N: For those who realized, or didn't because you're new here, I changed the title of this story. Originally it was called "The New Beginning" but I decided to change it because it's not just about the beginning anymore. Now it has a new title and this is what it will be called from now on.