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Whispers of a Boy
By Anneliese

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Category: Pre-OotP
Characters:Albus Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy, Harry/Ginny, Hermione Granger, James Potter, Lily Potter, Luna Lovegood, Minerva McGonagall, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Sirius Black
Genres: Action/Adventure, Comedy, Drama, Fluff
Warnings: Death, Violence
Rating: PG
Reviews: 11
Summary: *** The author has been reminded via the e-mail address on file that this story is listed as incomplete and has not been updated since 2004 ***

Ginny Weasley has grown up hearing the name of a boy. As a little girl she imagines him, what his life must be like, what it would be like to be part of that life. Following Ginny from the beginning of the Harry Potter series, this story will eventually go all the way through her fourth year. As she grows, Ginny's impressions of Harry Potter change from those of a romantic little girl to those of a strong and tender woman.
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I held that day in my memory for another whole year. When Mum and Dad and I visited Charlie in Romania for
Christmas, I imagined Christmas at Hogwarts, with my brothers, and Harry Potter. When I flew around the paddock on
Charlie’s old Shooting Star, I thought of playing Quidditch at Hogwarts, and of Ron’s last letter, in which he had said
that his best friend Harry Potter had been drafted to the Gryffendor team. When I helped Mum prepare dinner, I thought
of having my brothers home for the summer. Maybe he would come, too.



The stories of my childhood having been picked over so many times that I knew them by heart and soul, I now depended
only on my contact with Ron to give me news of Harry. Ron was decidedly vague in this vein of conversation. He told
me of classes that I would have, who the teachers were, how confusing things were in his first days, the excitement of
watching Quidditch, but he only mentioned Harry Potter to me in passing, though I knew that he was Ron’s best mate.



Ron and I have always been as close as a brother and sister can be, since we’re only a year apart. When the twins went
to Hogwarts for the first time, Ron was my playmate. Even when all of our brothers were in the house, Ron was the only
one who didn’t tease and taunt me. In fact, I came to look at him as my protector from the antics of my older siblings.



When Ron went to Hogwarts, his early letters were full of information, lively descriptions of everything he saw, from the
ghosts to the mail. As the year went on, I could tell that he was getting more comfortable in his new environment, and
didn’t need me to confide in anymore. His correspondence was more to keep me happy than anything. I was saddened by
this, but hoped that summer would bring me my same brother, not a stranger with more important things to do than toss
the Quaffle with his little sister. I also hoped that summer would bring a certain dark haired, green eyed boy, but I
couldn’t get my hopes up. Too high, at least.

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When the Hogwarts Express chugged into the station, I was greeted with a bone-crushing hug from Ron, who had
obviously not grown too big for that sort of thing. When I was released, I saw Mum speaking with a girl with bushy
brown hair and large, friendly eyes. Standing next to her was Harry Potter. He looked almost the same as he had when I
had first seen him, but a little better nourished, and certainly much more confident and happy. He was thanking Mum for
the sweater and the fudge she had sent for Christmas. I was glad to hear that he liked them, as it was I who had selected
the wool for the sweater and suggested the fudge.



While I was greeting the twins and Percy, trying not to gape too much at Harry, a shadow fell over me. When I turned
around, I thought that somehow a troll had gotten onto the Muggle platform. Standing right behind me was a huge man,
with shoulders wider than I was tall and a head stuck right on top like a pumpkin. He had a large amount of mustache,
coal black and quivering with some pent up emotion. Behind him I could see a blonde woman who reminded me of a
mule that lived in Ottery St. Catchpole. She too looked as though she had never in her life seen anyone like us, and
hoped that she never would again. Cowering behind her was a fat blond boy who was clutching his trouser seat, looking
at Mum in pure terror.



“Ready, are you?” The man’s voice was deep and unpleasant. I looked around to see who he might be talking to, and
saw Harry’s face fall and his shoulders droop dejectedly.



“You must be Harry’s family!” Mum smiled, but it was forced, not the easy cheeriness that usually lit her face.



“In a manner of speaking.” The huge, frightening man turned as he said this and went to wait with his wife and son,
glaring back at us.



I glared back at him, forgetting that I was all of eleven years old, longing to throw at those horrible people one of the
furious diatribes that Mum used so effectively. Ron saw the fury in my eyes and quickly took my hand. He held it firmly
as he said goodbye to Harry and the girl he called Hermione, then we stood and watched Harry walk away with his aunt
and uncle.



“Bit of a scary bloke, isn’t he, Gin?” Ron winked at me as Mum lead us toward the exit.



I couldn’t have agreed with my brother more. As Mum surreptitiously apparated to and from the Burrow with all of the
boy’s school things, I was still fuming. Ron could see that I was upset, and he knew me well enough to guess what
about.



“Don’t worry, Gin. He only has to stay there for a while. I’m going to write first thing tomorrow to ask him to stay.
But,” Ron looked sternly at me as I gasped with excitement, “you can’t behave like a little prat around him, got me? I
don’t care if he’s the only man you’ll ever love...” he rolled his eyes, “you...can’t...act...stupid.”



I wasn’t sure I liked this new, older side of Ron, who was so worried about how his family appeared to others, but I told
him that I would try to behave around his mate if he wouldn’t suddenly morph into Fred and George and start
tormenting me all the time. He smiled at me and ruffled my hair as Mum led us all toward the Leaky Cauldron to Floo
back to the Burrow.

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Ron did write to Harry the next day, with me looking over his shoulder. He expressed some annoyance, but was mostly
happy to see me, so tolerated it. As we watched Errol fly off, I told him that I wanted to know absolutely everything he
had done in exquisite detail, as he had only given me the basics in his letters, and that it wasn’t fair for him to send his
little sister off to a place she knew nothing about.



By the time I was eleven, I had gotten very good at bending my brothers to my will. Though it was sometimes
burdensome to be the youngest, and only girl in my family, it was sometimes a very lucrative position as well. Ron
relented after only half an hour of my pestering, and we set off to the paddock to fly.



Ron told me lots more about Hogwarts. The teachers, he said, were okay for the most part. He succeeded in terrifying
me, however, with tales of the Potions Master, Professor Snape, (“He’s a great slimy git. He’d give you a nasty
detention as soon as look at you.”) and Argus Filch, the castle’s caretaker. (“I tell you, Gin. That bloke’s parents never
hugged him. Angry with the world all the time, he is.”) He told me about the Fat Lady, Nearly Headless Nick, Peeves,
and other characters that inhabited the castle, told me about the classes in more detail. (“It’s great, Gin. They give you
nap time at least twice a week. History of Magic. It’s a real snore fest!”)



When I inquired about Ron’s social life, asking mischievously and only half jokingly if he had a girlfriend, he’d blush and
tell me not to be stupid. He told me about his friends. Neville I knew, having met him several times in Diagon Alley and
elsewhere. I had heard of Parvati Patil, her parents working at the Ministry with Dad.



When I prodded him to tell me about the two I had seen on the platform, he sighed and said, “Never give up, do you,
Ginny?”



When I said no- I-didn’t-ever-give-up-so-he’d-just-bette r-tell-me-or-he’d-be-sorry, he relented and told me about his
two best friends. He started with Hermione Granger, and at that time I thought it was because he was trying to keep
away from the subject of Harry Potter. He told me that she was really smart, but a bit annoying about it sometimes. She
was brave and honest, but terrified of breaking the rules. Her parents were Muggles, but not the terrible kind that Harry
lived with. She...



Hermione sounded wonderful, and I couldn’t wait to meet her next year, but who I really wanted to know about Ron
would avoid talking about at all costs. “You’ll just have to wait and see what he’s like for yourself, Ginny. I won’t tell
my little sister every detail of my best mate’s life just because she has a crush on him. Besides, he’ll be coming later this
summer. That is if he ever answers my letters...”



That was the part that puzzled me. Ron had never received a reply to his first invitation for Harry to come and stay, nor
any of those he sent through the whole month of July. A week into August, and I walked into the kitchen to hear Mum
and Dad discussing the matter in low voices.



“Do you think that we should go and get him? Those horrible people might be confiscating his letters.”



“There’s small chance of that, Molly. Dumbledore says they’re terrified of magic. Maybe its just that Errol never made it
to Harry’s house.



“Then what happened to all of the letters Ron’s been sending? Errol’s never come back with one of them still attached!”



“Molly, I know you’re worried, but...” Dad rubbed his temples as he spoke, “why don’t we just wait? If he hasn’t
written back to Ron by Friday, we’ll ask Dumbledore if we can go and get him.”



Mum didn’t look convinced, but she agreed, as the terms were as lenient as Dad was likely to make them. I walked
through the kitchen and out into the back garden, grabbing an apple on my way. I flopped down under the big oak next
to the pond, reclining against its aged trunk.



Munching my apple, I thought over the conversation I had just heard. It was very probable that Errol had collapsed on
his journey to Surrey, but then there was the fact that he had never returned with one of Ron’s letters. Why hadn’t Harry
replied? Could it be that his time in the wizarding world had opened his eyes to the reality of his life? Was it possible that
he didn’t think he needed Ron? What if he wasn’t the kind and clever boy I had always imagined?



A noise from Ron’s open window drew my attention. I could hear voices talking softly, too softly to make out clearly.
Curious, I scrambled into the lower branches of the tree, which put me level with the second floor. I kept climbing
stealthily until I was hidden in the foliage outside Ron’s room. The voices I had heard were Fred, George and Ron, and
they were speaking in hushed tones, as if they didn’t want to be overheard. You would think they would have learned by
then to close the window...



“They’ve got to be taking his letters. He wouldn’t just blow me off like that...”



“Yeah, they’ve probably got him locked up in a cage or something. Probably don’t even feed him.”



“Come off it, George, you heard what he said at the station. He wasn’t about to tell them he can’t do magic outside
school. That’s his only weapon.”



“Yeah, but what if they found out? Remember Dad said he’d gotten a citation for a Hover Charm. D’you reckon the
Muggles got a hold of the warning letter?”



“Don’t know...but whatever it is, we have to go get him. We can’t just leave him there...what if they tried to keep him
home from school?”



“Oh, right. And how d’you suggest we get there, Fred?”



“The car, little brother! Honestly, sometimes I think you were switched at birth...”



“Shut up. When are we going to get him then?”



“No time like the present, Ron. We’ll go get him tonight. Slip Mum a sleeping draft in her tea this evening.”



“What about Dad?”



“Raiding tonight. Shouldn’t be home till about seven tomorrow.”



Their attention was evidently distracted just then by my branch breaking, causing me to leap through Ron’s window to
prevent myself from breaking my neck. My brothers gaped at me, Ron looking a bit angry, the twins holding onto each
other with silent laughter.



Before any of them could say a word regarding my sudden appearance, I said in my most determinedly wheedlesome
voice, “I want to go too.”



This seemed to draw the twins out of their hysterics. “No way, Ginny. Mum would skin us alive if we took you.” George
would not look at me, trying to spare himself the effort of resisting my pleading eyes.



“She’ll probably skin us anyway, but if we take you...well, it’ll be even worse.” Fred shuddered at the idea of Mum’s
punishment.



“Then I’ll tell her.” I didn’t want to step into the role of supremely annoying youngest sibling, but I desperately wanted
to rescue Harry Potter from those horrible trolls.



Ron was on me in a flash, pinning me to his bed. He had been acting very mature of late, but now that I had really
provoked him, he seemed willing to strangle me. “Listen to me, Ginevra Weasley.” Ron never ever used my full name, so
under different circumstances I might have found it funny. The situation was not humorous, however. “Harry is my best
mate, and I will not let you spoil his coming for the rest of the summer. And think about it. If you tell on us and Mum
doesn’t let us go, Harry might not get to come back to Hogwarts, and there will be not chance at all of him falling madly
in love with you and sweeping you off to France or whatever rubbish you’ve cooked up in your head...”



Ron’s threats were cut off by my kicking him in the shin. I hadn’t told anyone about my crush on Harry, but Ron had
figured it out anyway, and now Fred and George knew. They didn’t seem surprised by this bit of information, however,
and I wondered if I had been as clever as I’d thought in hiding my feelings.



I pushed Ron off of me and stomped to the door. “Fine! I won’t tell on you. Go and save him, or whatever it is you’re
planning to do. Mum won’t hear about it from me, but you owe me big, Ronald Weasley!” And I marched out of the
room with my nose in the air, stomped down the stairs to my room, and slammed the door in what I thought to be a very
convincing tantrum. I flung myself onto my bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering what I would make Ron do to
repay me... ~*~
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