Wands, Wishes, and Weasleys

Chapter 1: Seeking the One, and Cooking up a Plan

Ginny POV:

"Race you to the Pitch!" I called to Harry who- being the slowpoke he is- was trailing behind me, trying to catch up. "Last one there's a rotten dragon egg!"

"Hey no fair! You got a head start!" He yelled as he grabbed his broom from against the shed wall.

"You should have seen it coming!" I said as I turned around to face him as I ran to the hill we play Quidditch on. He is usually here most of the time because apparently, it gets lonely at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place with just him and Kreacher. What a surprise.

I completed my years of Hogwarts five years ago, but somehow I'm still living in the Burrow. Whenever Harry comes over and nobody else wants to play Quidditch, we play a game of our own creation called Seekers.

"Why are you so slow, you rotten dragon egg?" I teased.

"Because apparently, my girlfriend is a cheater," He huffed as he got to the top of the hill.

"I'm shocked that you can call me a cheater!" I said with mock surprise. "And anyways, I didn't cheat!"

"Uh-huh," He could barely keep a straight face.

"It's true!"

"Ok, if you say so!" He had the snitch in his hand, ready to release, and he said, "You scared Weasley?"

"I have no reason to be," I replied.

"1..." he started.

"2..." I tightened the grip on my broom.

"3!" We exclaimed together and then flew up into the air as he let go of the snitch.

It was a nice July day, in fact, it was July 30th, the day before Harry's birthday. I flew up and circled around the tree line. I did this for about five minutes before I caught a glimpse of gold. I stealthily went into a dive, Harry not realising it until I was almost within a metre of the snitch. I snatched it out of the air and flew down to the grass before hopping off my broom and laying down on the grass to admire the snitch I had just grabbed.

"Nice catch, not bad for a girl," Harry said as he floated down next to me.

"Shut up," I said as I softly punched him once he was lying next to me, propped up by his arm so he could face me.

"D'you know which snitch that is?" He asked, obviously trying to play it cool, but wasn't hiding his excitement well.

"Um, a snitch?" I said unconfidently, knowing full well that it must be important if he's asking about it.

He laughed at my response, and said, "Not just any snitch, it's the one from my first Quidditch match," he hesitated before going on, "the one I caught in my mouth."

"Ewwww," I groaned as I twisted it around in my hands, but I didn't put it down.

"But I charmed it so that it will open on command, instead of when I'm ready to die."

I stopped fiddling with it when he said that, remembering that awful day when everyone thought that Harry was dead, and when Fred and many others had died.

He took the snitch from my hands but faced the part that opened towards me. He said something under his breath which caused the snitch to open, and inside there was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life, and that was including seeing Ron get a howler from Mum eleven years ago.

"Ginerva Molly Weasley," He said as I clapped my hands to my mouth. I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. "You are the coolest, awesomest, most beautiful girl I have ever and ever will meet. And you aren't terrible at Quidditch either," I laughed as he made this remark, but was a little impatient at how long he was taking, but he continued, "And it would make me the happiest wizard on Earth if you agreed to ma-"