Disclaimer:

I do not, I repeat DO NOT own any Harry Potter characters and or the Harry Potter series. It all belongs to J.K Rowling! That lucky girl! Just to make that clear OK! This plot is just a figment of my imagination and felt like writing it before I lost my nerve to post it up!.

Beginnings

The story begins as it always does. With the girl that pines for her one true love and the boy that seem to be, to this girl, just a regular resident of her imagination, not knowing that he holds a heart that will serve as key, to his own. She has given up on the reality that she and he will ever be together. By no means is she the type to quit, but she has come to the conclusion that it is perhaps better this way, to sit back and to dream the impossible, or is it? Many of us will say she is a fool, but those who say that is not more than a fool themselves, she more or less knows what she is doing, but who can help a healthy romantic brain from doing what its supposed to do?

This is a story of a girl that loved a boy from a far, not letting anyone know of her feelings, but kept it so hidden that she fooled herself into believing her love only existed as a getaway for her imagination. Her heart, on the other hand has a mind of its own.

This is a story of Ginny Weasley……………..

Ginny rolled in bed with her headphones still attached to her head. She hit the snooze button ten minutes ago but refuse to get up from the comfort of her own bed as she listened to soft mellow music coming from her radio. A smile cracked in her face and she decided 'now or never'. She got up very slowly as to decipher if that's what she really wanted to do.

"Hmmmm……..?" she mused.

"GINNY!!!" her mum bellowed from downstairs.

'Right' she thought, 'I guess that settles it'. She got up from her bed to the mirror, to brush her very long hair that seemed to get redder every morning. She liked it though and wouldn't have traded it for the world. For the twenty years on this earth that she was blessed to live, she always cherished everything she had, even her hair that seemed unruly sometimes for it was dead giveaway of her Weasley-ness, but that's what she loved about it. She loved everything about being a Wealsley, her brothers, the burrow, her dad, and her mom. She has always counted herself lucky to have such a big family, with all the love, and joy, and closeness that this one had.

She smiled at her sudden realization and…..

"GINNY, ARE YOU AWAKE??" her mom called out once more.

"YES MUM, I'LL BE RIGHT DOWN". Her train of thought interrupted as her smile broadened, 'well even if I was asleep, I wouldn't be after that.' She said to herself. She was very glad to be home again, even for only a week. Oh to be back in her old room again, to sleep in the bed she had since she was just a little girl, to be called down for breakfast just like old times and soon enough be joined by the rest of the people who used to share the house with her. She was looking forward to it, yes, yes she was, 'this will be a reunion to remember' she thought, as she made her way downstairs, her grin wider than before.

The smell of bacon, sausages and eggs, permeated her senses as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"MMmmm, it is good to be home." she said

"Oh and we're glad that you're here dear" molly said, as she greeted her youngest daughter. "How was your sleep?" asked her mum as she kissed her on the cheek.

"I slept like a baby." she replied while being served breakfast, "that radio dad enchanted was great, although I forgot to not set my alarm clock to go off. Force of habit I'm afraid." She said.

"Right, I thought I heard something of a buzz" her mum said peeking out the window. "Best up now than later, you know, we have a big day ahead of us ." Molly said with no doubt a spring to her voice. Ginny smiled at the reminder.

"Mum?"

"HMMmm"

"Where's Dad?"

"Oh, he's giving the gnomes a bit of a talk, asking them if they wouldn't mind staying clear for a while this week. Can you believe that? Your father is asking those little buggers to stay away, as if it is their garden!" her mum said with obvious disdain.

Ginny just smiled, for this is what she missed. Life at the burrow.

Just then a man with a pleasant and triumphant look on his face entered the kitchen and smiled at Ginny. She smiled back and got up to give her Dad a hug. She thought her dad had nothing but a pleasant look in his face all the time, but this time she thought it was probably from the talk he had with the gnomes, guessing it had gone well.

"How's my girl?" Arthur asked as he sat down with his daughter.

"Great Dad, yourself?"

"Aah, well, since you asked, I am pleased to tell you that the talk went well and they have agreed to stay out of our way for the week." Her dad replied as if to be speaking about a treaty made between warring countries instead of annoying gnomes in the garden. Arthur gave Molly a proud look that broke into a wide grin. All she said was while shaking her head and returning his grin, "Oh Arthur Weasley."

The rest of breakfast was uneventful, they talked about Ginny's new career as a junior editor for Witch Weekly magazine and how she is constantly surrounded by the Wizarding world's most famous stars, day in and day out. But that fact alone does not faze her, she liked her job because it allowed her to be creative, to be outspoken and most of all to write, not because she was star struck. She loved to talk, she loved to mingle and she loved to be around people. Probably owing to the fact she belonged to a big family and wanted to extend it in her work field. They also talked about the plans for later that day, the preparations of everything and the things left to do until everybody started to make their way to a place they once and still call home.

At around 2 in the afternoon, she chanced a look at the clock, which held a few more names to it having Bill and Charlie both married and Hermione and Ron engaged and a certain someone who is by any means a part of the family. Her family was getting bigger by the year. But the more the merrier. Just then, two figures the clock held pointed to 'traveling', her heart gave a little jolt and she wheeled around and saw her twin brothers standing there by the kitchen table. She smiled at the sight of them and ran over to give them a hug. "GINNY!!" screamed Fred and George. Returning her hug quite enthusiastically.

"Oh boys! I have missed you!" Ginny said with delight.

" Ah sis, we have missed you too! You are quite the busy bee yourself!" Fred said smiling down at his younger sister.

" Oh, you know…." trailed Ginny, gesturing with her hand as if she was trying to wave off a wondering fly. Just then Molly Weasley came in the kitchen and gave her sons a hug then sent them out to help their father make preparations outside. She sat back at the stool and thought of how the biggest jokers at school, who got 3 O.W.L 's a piece ended up being one of the most successful business men in the wizarding world. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was a booming industry and her brothers were quite the bachelors. She had had the opportunity to do an exclusive for Witch Weekly's ' 25 Most Eligible Wizards'. She smiled at the thought and was interrupted out of her reverie by somebody prodding her back. She had a right mind to turn around and give the prodding finger something to think about when she saw whom the finger belonged to, she smiled…

" Harry"