Hinny, A Beginning (BOOK 1 OF HINNY THROUGH THE YEARS)

The Attack

I don't own any of the characters. All credit goes to the Epic J.K. Rowling of course and always.

Harry

I put on my coat as the Sun started to descend. Hermoine and Ron had gone out to run some chores for Mrs. Weasley and I was left by the door, staring at the golden ball that flew around my head. Before I could catch it down, Ginny took it from behind and I looked at her smirking figure walk to me. She nudged my shoulder with hers and looked at the ball.

"Do you know why the Minister waited for something to happen when he handed you the ball?" She asked, looking up at me. I shook my head.

"Snitches are known to have flesh memories." She handed me the ball with a smile, "If Dumbledore left that to you, there is something about that ball that is meant to lead you to the end of your path." She crossed her arms.

"You sound just like him." I put it in my pocket.

"What can i say? The old man rubbed off on me." She smirked. I chuckled, "Come on." She asked me to follow her in the kitchen. There were two mugs sitting on the table and she handed one to me, with a strand of ginger hair in the other. I sighed. I couldnt show my face. She was right.

I put it in and groaned at the fume that came out. She, then, picked up the other cup and put in a blonde hair. When her fume came out, she raised the cup to me. We cheered and gulped the potion in. Smacking the cups down on rhe table, we dropped on seats, holding our stomachs and groaning. I watched her through the nausea as she turned from her gorgeous red hair to a different blue eyed, blonde girl. That was cute, but nothing like Ginny herself. I straightened when the pain was over. She giggled looking at me. Taking me by the arm, she led me to the full body mirror in the lounge. I groaned.

I was a slightly chubby, red curly haired boy. I was a little shorter than her and gave her giggling figure a straight eye.

"Welcome, Mr. Barry Weasley. Cousin to the Weasleys." She tapped my stomach.

"Who're you supposed to be?" I asked.

"Adeline. A student from Beaubaxton and Fleur's friend." She tossed a blonde curl behind her back.

"Careful, you might be appraoched by a Weasley tonight." I teased.

"That sounds... unpleasant, Harry." She grimaced and then we snickered as we headed out to the field, towards the lit tent in the evening sky, with music blasting out. The marriage was ready to be taking place, so Ginny and I just headed for a round table where some random people sat, just by the entrance of the tent, near the isle with Hermoine. A couple girls in golden satun dresses walked down the isle, seemed to the Veela cousins of Fleur's. A woman with raggedy hair and perfectly messy dress sat in front if us.

"Oh, look at that. The entire Weasely family except that little one, Ginerva." The woman leaned back speaking to me, "Who are you?" she turned to look at me.

"Barry Weasley." I introduced.

"Another Weasely." She chuckled, "Well it must've been sad for this lot when Ginerva passed. Oh, thick in the head but sweet girl." I looked back to find Adeline's face turning grim, "But they don't even seem to care. Beautiful child." She shook her head, "Gone too early."

"Aunt Muriel." Ginny whispered in my ear as she giggled moving back to Hermoine.

The reception was booming. When we entered, everyone was gathered around, watching Bill and Fleur dance between. Ginny laughed as the people clapped and danced. In a distance we found Hermoine ans Krum dance.