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Author: mysty Story: Harry Potter and the Mystery of Myrddin's Torch Rating: Teens Setting: Pre-HBP Status: WIP Reviews: 0 Words: 40,548
A/N: Thank you, Hollow Godric for beta reading! Ginny Weasley finished writing with a pretty flourish and a small sketch of a snitch. It was her turn to send a check-up-on-Harry note. She was glad to have the chance, but knew she couldn't show her brothers how she felt. Ron was shameless about promoting Harry Potter to Ginny. All summer he had been dropping hints about how well suited they were. How Harry deserved someone more cheerful than Cho. He had also been dropping hints about how unsuitable Dean Thomas was. If Ron wasn't so thick, he'd realize that Harry was the love of Ginny Weasley's life. She had been star struck when she met him, dazzled by his reputation and his handsome face. Then he saved her life. She'd felt like she belonged to him ever since. Even in the most awkward phase of her crush, he was always kind and considerate. Her brothers made fun of her, but Harry always had a kind, softly spoken word. As the years went by, her crush had become much more. Now that she knew the real Harry Potter, she admired everything about him. He was brave, handsome, honest, modest and self-sacrificing. Hermione said he had a "saving people thing," but to Ginny that noble attitude was just a part of his personality; he always had to do the right thing even if he wasn't sure what that was. He had to try. She'd do anything for him, including setting aside her deeper feelings and befriending him. That is what Harry wanted from her so that is what Harry would get. Life at the Burrow had been sweet this summer. Homework and chores had been broken up by Quidditch practice with Ron and helping Fred and George. She heard a loud series of knocks on her door. Had to be the twins. "How is the new Gryffindor Queen of Pranks today?" asked George as the two burst into her room. Fred gave her a swift peck on her cheek. "Don't you two ever wait to be invited into my room? What if I'd been getting dressed?" Ginny asked with her hands on her hips. She released Pig out the window. The two looked at each other. "We just never think. Do we, Fred?" mocked George with a fake look of contrition and slow shake of his head as though he was reconsidering his actions. "We should have thought of thinking years ago, George. Might have saved us some trouble," added Fred. "Enough," cried Ginny as she dropped back onto her bed. "Show me what you brought. What have my genius brothers concocted today?" "First tell us who you were writing to," said George, waving his hand at the window where Pig had disappeared. "Was that a secret message for the lucky Dean that Ron keeps complaining about?" "How can I become a woman of mystery, if my older brothers know all about me?" Ginny replied with a giggle and a small smile, making George and now Fred even more interested in what she may be up to. "How can we defend your honor, fair sister, if you won't tell us any of the juicy details of your love life?" Fred asked. "Love life? Stop with the big brother stuff. On with the pranks. What have you brought me?" demanded Ginny. The twins turned her around to face her mirror. She had blue hair. "Check it out. A new hair color. Did you even notice the kiss on your cheek? That's how you apply the charm. It lasts for one hour and doesn't affect the prankster unless they forget to put the protective undercoat of lip gloss on first." Ginny squinted at Fred. "I thought your lips looked especially shiny and moist today, but I didn't want to say anything." She laughed. "Better not let Mum see what you did to my hair. She will have something to say about this! On second thought, better hurry down to breakfast." With a grin she slipped out of her out of her door with the twins chasing her. Screaming with delight, Ginny raced down the stairs looking back to see Fred and George gaining on her. Smack. She ran into a solid object and tumbled down the last few steps. The object turned out to be none other than her hero, Harry Potter. She landed on top, straddling him with his arms pinned at his sides. She was breathless, still wearing her white summer nightgown, blue striped dressing gown and sporting long blue locks. Staring up at her blushing and laughing face, Harry said quietly, "Surprise." She let out a loud laugh and said, "Surprise, yourself." With that she released him and helped him up off the ground. As she gave Harry a hand to help him up, Ginny's expression changed from merriment to reflection as she took in his new height and appearance. She recovered enough to say, "I haven't hurt you. Have I? Fred and George are trying to keep me from showing Mum my new hairstyle." She leaned in and whispered, "A word to the wise, don't kiss Fred this morning." She stared at him as though lost in thought for a moment, then quickly ran into the kitchen in search of her Mum. Harry and Fred exchanged manly grunts as if to say that neither would be requiring a kiss. Fred and George were both looking at Harry as if considering what to say. 'How's your summer been?' just didn't seem the right thing to say. They knew he must still be upset about losing Sirius. Harry broke the ice with, "How's the Wheezing business? What's it like to live in Diagon Alley?" The twins were living above their new store in Diagon Alley this summer. Soon all three boys were busy discussing their best new jokes. The twins told stories about the Hogwarts students that had been in to see the store over the summer. A few minutes later, Mrs. Weasley poked her head out from the kitchen and said, "Anyone for some breakfast? C'mon, Harry, I know you must be hungry. Come tuck in." Harry had eaten well at the Dursleys, but he was still quite lean. All three boys went into the kitchen. Tonks and Moody were sitting at the kitchen table with Ron. They had been Harry's guards on the broomstick ride to the Burrow. Tonks' hair was the same blue as Ginny's. The two of them were laughing at Mad-Eye, who was telling them a story about an old partner who unfortunately kept an extra wand in his hat. It was meant to be a cautionary tale, but the girls were amused. Harry's move to the Burrow had been a big secret. Dumbledore decided that it would be safe enough there since the Weasleys had the Fidelius Charm placed on them. Oldest brother Bill was their Secret-Keeper. He was still working for both Gringotts bank and the Order of the Phoenix, living in London and going out properly with Fleur Delacour. Harry wanted to surprise the younger Weasleys by showing up for breakfast, but now he thought Ginny was the bigger surprise. Not just because of her landing on top of him with blue hair. Watching her eyes sparkle as she laughed at Moody's story, he thought, ‘She's definitely different and it's not the hair color. She's not a little girl anymore. Why didn't I ever notice how much fun she is before? She's like a female Fred and George, only beautiful and sexy. Whoa… Where did that come from?' Aloud he said, "I took your advice, Ginny, and avoided kissing Fred. It's working for me so far. Thanks." He was a little curious about why she gave him such absurd advice, but mainly he just wanted her to talk to him. Any subject would do. He just wanted her talking to him, looking at him. "Kissing advice, Ginny, for young Harry? You can do better than just telling him to avoid me," teased Fred. Then he grabbed at his knee under the table as though he'd just been kicked. As they settled into a noisy and cheerful Weasley breakfast, Pig flew back in the window and straight to Harry. He snatched the wildly fluttering little bird from the air with ease of a Seeker and detached the note. He read it quickly and smiled at Ginny. "I'm fine. Thanks. Nice Snitch, Ginny. You draw so well." He held up the note for everyone to see her little Snitch sketch. George frowned and turned to a grinning Fred, handing him what looked like a Galleon.
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