Author's Notes: How many of us wish we could wave our magic wands and make Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all ours? We could have Hogwarts and Zonko's, every piece of the world we like to dream of. Unfortunately, it's not going to happen anytime soon. Everything is J.K. Rowling's.

Ginny's POV:

It was the last D.A. meeting before the holidays, and I was both pleased and slightly-nauseous being there. My wand-work was pretty good, if I do say so myself. It was no secret that after Charms, Defense against the Dark Arts was my best class. Or at least it had been in the pre-Umbridge era. No good toad.

Anyway, I was practicing the Bat-Boogey Hex on my boyfriend, Michael Corner, and I put a bit more oomph into it than I should have. I know, I know, it wasn't a nice thing to do. He had been a bit clingy lately, and maybe in my mind (scary place, you don't want to visit) this was a clear signal that he should leave me alone for more than two minutes a day! But if I was being honest with myself, I was also mad because Harry was over in the corner, laughing with Cho, after she failed to produce a Shield Charm for the fifth time in a row. How could he like her?

I was going off on a pretty good rant about annoying Saviors of the Wizarding World, with gorgeous emerald eyes, who were so much more amazing than people would think from just hearing their famous name. Sure, I had been a Harry Potter fan-girl once, but that was before what happened in the Chamber, before I got to know the real him through both observation and Ron's constant stories. I had watched him play Quidditch, hang out with his friends, stand up to teachers … and all of it made me love him for him, not as the Boy-Who-Lived.

It… he was totally impossible for several reasons. A) I was just his best mate's little sister. Might as well put that on my gravestone so he could tell it's me. B) Right now, Harry was staring into Cho's sparkling black eyes like he's hypnotized and C) that's the same way I'm supposed to be looking at the boy right in front of me. Remember him? That little voice in my head, my conscious, screamed! Brown hair, brown eyes with little flecks of gold in them. Does the whole steering-you-around-puddles thing because he's so sure he can protect you from the world and all the bad things in it. "Not to mention he makes you want to roll your eyes twenty, maybe thirty times a day," I mumbled under my breath, but regretted it instantly. Stop that! Bad Ginny.

Still, this was a fairly normal conversation for me to be having. With myself. And this was a fairly normal day for a kid living-and-learning in a thousand-year-old castle practically exploding with magic that was currently being lorded over by a Ministry hag in pink. So basically, not normal at all. But I wasn't expecting there to be a sudden burst of light in the center of the room.

It was like looking into the sun. Everyone turned their heads away, just out of reflex, but the second our eyes stopped watering, we realized that was a really stupid thing to do considering we could be dealing with Dark magic here. It dimmed, and I made out the outline of a person, with… familiar black hair… familiar green eyes… and a familiar seeker's build.

"H-h-harry?" I stuttered, the first out of a dozen freaked out kids all saying the same thing, "Why is there two of you?"

To give him credit (which I just don't do enough of, do I?), he didn't relax the grip on the wand he was pointing at his clone's chest just because there was this mirror image of him standing three feet away. If anything, he glared more, in that fiercely protective way I recognized from whenever he was defending his friends. "I don't know Ginny."

I tried to force back a chill when he said my name, especially since his attention had already snapped back to the double in question. "You! So you want to tell us who you are and what you're doing here?"

Shock. Shock was the first thing that flitted over the twin's face. Followed by panic as he looked back and forth between Harry and me. By the time he took in the whole room, and everybody in it, his skin had gotten several shades paler, and he said, in a shaky tone of voice, "Oh, you're going to kill me."