Her

All my life, it felt like...my world revolved around her. 

She was a true friend. My best friend. We used to do everything together.

14th May 1988

Was the day I met her. I remember I was sitting on a bench watching other kids play in the playground. And I also remember feeling left out and sad, I couldn't join in because of the broken ankle I got from a previous shenanigan with Uncle Siri. 

As I watched, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I was shaken from my stupor, and there I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. 

The girl offered me a smile. Her hair, fiery red, was blown by the soft breeze. Her freckles adorned her nose and cheeks, it was cute. She was pretty. 

It seemed like the world had stopped around me, around us.

She asked, "Why are you alone?"  And I told her that my ankle was broken, so I just watched from afar.

I saw her looked down at my feet and her face showed nothing but pure concern. 

To my surprise, she sat beside me and looked over the book I had on my lap, which I gave up on reading minutes ago.

"What's that?"

"A book," I replied dumbly, too caught up admiring her features.

The girl frowned, then laughed at me. "Of course it's a book, silly! I know that!" 

I stammered, embarrassed of my obvious statement, "U-um...I meant uh... It's a muggle fairy tale, 'Jack and the Beanstalk'." 

Then, the girl asked me to read the book for her. Huh. She was always bossy even when she was a child.

I said to her that I wouldn't mind lending her the book, and she could read for herself. But she told me she couldn't read yet, so I taught her how.

And the next day went like that too, except Mum had finally gotten home from her trip with Dad, so she healed my ankle.

I finally asked her name that day. It seemed that I had forgotten the day before. 

She smiled brightly at me. "Ginny Weasley," was her name.

"Harry Potter," I told her mine.

"I know," she said proudly.

And so, we continued reading, or me teaching her reading. I heard my friends calling me over to play on the monkey bars, but I couldn't care less. 

I found myself not being able to move away from her, nor could I look away.

1st September 1992

She had finally entered Hogwarts. I was beyond happy. My best friend had finally arrived! You wouldn't believe how excited and anxious I was during the house sorting ceremony.

I watched very attentively as she sat on the chair for Professor McGonagall to put the Sorting Hat upon her cute, redhead. While her brother was too busy stuffing his face with chocolate frogs he snuck in his pockets. Some things never changed.

"GRYFFINDOR!!!" the Sorting Hat shouted with vigour. 

I stood up to give her a standing ovation. Call me a sap, but I was overjoyed to hear she was in the same house as I that tears welled at the edge of my eyes.