Holaz people of Earth and Connecticut! I know I have stories to work on, but one-shots are so fun! And there's no commitment to keep going. Review or I shall hunt you down and pull your spleen out through your eye socket! Enjoy!

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I was standing in a familiar looking house, but I wasn't sure where. I didn't think I'd been there before, but I got the feeling I'd seen pictures of it. But it was different.

"Like it?" an unfamiliar voice asked from behind me. I whirled around to face a beautiful woman with bright green eyes and red hair. I'd seen her somewhere before…

Pictures. This was Harry's mother. And this was the house she died in.

I shook my head. No impossible.

"Ginny, my name is Lily Potter. Do you know why you're here?" she asked, smiling softly.

I shook my head, too confused to speak.

"You're marrying my son tomorrow. You're nervous, aren't you?" she asked kindly, stepping towards me.

I nodded.

"And why is that?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Because he's Harry Potter," I said without thinking. She nodded, urging me to continue. I did. "He's famous, and rich, and handsome. And he chose me. Me, Ginny Weasly. Poor, plain Ginny Weasly. I don't know why."

She smiled. "He loves you," she said simply.

"I know that," I said. "But what if…it's just that…there are so many other girls, more beautiful girls, who would love the chance to be with him."

"But he chose you," she said, still smiling. It was a little eerie. "When James and I were in school, I'm sure you know that ha would often ask me out?"

I nodded. Where was this going?

"I was sure he did it because I said no the first time. Girls didn't say no to James Potter. But he was pigheaded and arrogant, and so I did. So he asked me again and again. And eventually, he started changing. Little things at first, but after a while, he was a completely different person."

"I started to like the new person James was becoming. That was about sixth year. He asked me out less frequently. Do you know why I said no?"

"Because there were so many other girls," I said.

She nodded. "Yes. And then, seventh year, we were Head Boy and Girl. And girls were practically throwing themselves at him. Rich, handsome, Quidditch captain, Head Boy. And he ignored every single one of them. And that's why I said yes."

"I'm sure glad you did," I said. If she's said no, the love of my life wouldn't exist.

She laughed. "Do you know why I told you that?"

"So I won't be nervous?" I guessed.

"Partially. It was so you would realize you don't have a reason to be nervous. These Potter men," we both laughed, "they fall hard. And Harry's definitely fallen for you."

I smiled, and suddenly, I wasn't nervous. At all. I don't think I had ever really been. Unconfident would be a better word. But Harry had chosen me. And he wasn't leaving me.

"How did you know I was nervous?" I asked.

"You tell me."

"What?" I asked. Then the image started to change. I was standing on a dark street, alone, staring at the house. A hooded figure walked up the steps and blasted the door off it's hinges. I followed desperately. I saw James fighting with everything he had. He wasn't going to let the figure get to his family without dying first.

"Ginny!" James cried. "Take care of him, alright?"

I nodded wildly. "Ginny!" he cried again. "Ginny!"

"Ginny wake up!"

I realized that I was in someone's arms.

"Ginny, dear, are you alright?" my mother asked.

"I-I had a dream," I said.

"A nightmare," Mrs. Weasely said.

"No," I replied. "A dream. And I'm ready for tomorrow."