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Category: Post-OotP Characters:Harry/Ginny Genres: Fluff Warnings: None Story is Complete Rating: G Reviews: 2 Summary: What happens when the enchantment from childhood goes away? Hitcount: Story Total: 4227 |
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Disenchantment…..its funny word right? I always thought so. It is one of those words that sound like you are getting older. Growing up. Like you’re getting over all enchantments that your younger self always saw. Yes, many things in life go through a disenchantment stage, but in fact it is not only things but also people. So I am here to tell you how I got over a guy named Harry Potter. Yes, the boy-who-lived and later defeated Voldemort. And who am I you may ask? Why I am Ginevra Weasley, Ginny actually, and I am here to tell you why and how the disenchantment happened on Harry Potter. When I was young I grew up to the story of the little boy named Harry Potter. He was the bedtime story nearly every night, and the only nights that I didn’t hear the story was because my brother, Ron, wanted to hear stories about Quidditch. Yes, this is how I got my first crush. I fell into enchanted thoughts on how Harry Potter was this knight in shining armor, and how he was going to marry me. I grew up wishing that I could one day meet the great Harry Potter. About a month after my tenth birthday I was with my Mum and we were taking Percy, the Twins and Ron to King’s Cross to deposit them on the train to take them to Hogwarts. I wanted to go so badly as well, but I was too young. While we were walking to the barrier, a boy timidly asked Mum how to get through. I thought I recognized him, but the one thought I had in my head had been how cute he was. Mum helped him get though and my time Mum and I crossed the barrier, the cute stranger was gone. Then when we were saying good bye the Twins told us who the guy was. It was Harry Potter. All my dreams came back to me and I just wanted to meet the hero again. Alas, my Mum said no. Then the train left, leaving me sad. Luckily for me I had a year of getting letters from the boys telling me about Harry Potter, so my enchanted thoughts grew as the year went on and finally escalated when I heard about the end of the year fight. Yes, Harry Potter was truly a hero. During the summer before my first year, I pretty much spent the whole year thinking of how I was going to look and what I was going to say when I finally met Harry Potter. I was planning to look really cute and walk up and say something really witty. I wanted to knock Mr. Potter off his feet. Unfortunately for me, my dear brothers decided to go and get Harry Potter from his prison…I mean, house in the middle of the night and not bother telling me. So the first thing he saw me in was my nightgown and the first words were asking my Mum wear my jumper was. Yep, that surely knocked him off his feet. That year I was excited that I lived in the same “house” as Harry Potter, but for some reason I couldn’t speak to him. Then some stuff happened involving a possessed diary and me getting influenced by Voldemort and finally me almost dying. Those where no big deal to what happened at the end of the year, Harry Potter saved me. It was a total knight thing. Well actually there were some differences, no horse, no dragon and no kiss. But there was a poisonous snake and a bejeweled sword. So I guess you could say that the enchantment that I have surrounding Harry Potter escalated a little bit more. Second year didn’t really involve me with Harry in any way, so basically it was my year to sit back and watch my hero in normal life. Well if you call thinking a murderer is after you normal, then it was normal life. Nothing really happened this year to make my enchantment over the boy hero soar, so it was a plateau at the end of the year, and from then the enchantment started to wean. Third year…..man that was a big year. First we got to go to the quidditch World Cup, and we had a blast. Ireland won, and I could tell that Harry Potter was having the time of his life. Then it all sort of came crashing down. But there was still an air around Harry Potter that made me memorized about him. He got picked as the forth Tri-Wizard competition. Then he had to go a couple of months without Ron. Then here is when the disenchantment process happened. Harry Potter found out that he had to have a date for the Yule Ball; he went and asked Cho Chang. She turned him down, which was unfortunate for him. But then when he and Ron were pouting, Ron came up with the brilliant idea that I should go with Harry. I was giddy inside; it was almost unbearable to keep myself from jumping up and down. Then I remembered that I was a second choice, and I wanted to be first. I told him that I was going with Neville and then scampered off to find Neville and ask him if I could go with him, thankfully it all worked out. But at the Yule Ball I saw a different side of Harry Potter, he was not paying attention to his date, Pavarti, and he was staring at Cho Chang all night. But there at the Yule Ball I met a boy named Michael Coroner, and I realized that I should try to move on from Harry Potter, because he was not showing any interest in me. I later started to go out with Michael and I realized that I did not need to have Harry Potter to feel special. I told Hermione, who I became really close with, that I was over Harry. But little did she know that in fact that my enchantment with Harry Potter was just curbed a fraction of it actually. Forth year involved a big Harry Potter break through. I could actually talk to Harry Potter with out blushing or making a fool of myself. I also found out that Harry Potter is extremely loyal. When Malfoy was making fun of Ron, it was Harry that defended him and got thrown off the quidditch team. I replaced him, but I never could fill Harry Potter’s shoes. Harry Potter also started an illegal defense group that was called Dumbledore’s Army. Which I privy myself in coming up with the name. It was enchanting to see Harry at work. He really was superb at defense and it showed while working with all of us. I was growing smitten again, until Christmas that is. Harry Potter started to blame himself for the attack on Dad, but I sure did set him strait. The year went on and I won the quidditch cup and dumped Michael, who got mad at me for beating his house at quidditch. Then Harry Potter needed to get to the Department of Mysteries and was going to leave me, Luna and Neville behind, I told him otherwise. I can’t really remember what totally happened that night, but in the days after Harry Potter started to look almost human because of his loss of Sirius. Fifth year was almost as uneventful as my second year. I dated a couple of people and I helped Harry Potter get Hermione and Ron together. There was great sadness happening all around, but we tried to keep ourselves together. The best was Harry Potter; he never showed emotion on his face. It intrigued me sometimes. Yes, I wanted to know what Harry Potter was thinking. Oh boy sixth year, where to start. This year started with Harry Potter, Hermione, Ron and I trying to figure out a spell to help rid of Voldemort. We found one the day before Halloween and good thing we did because Voldemort attacked on Halloween. I never saw a look of determination on someone’s face as I did on Harry Potter’s. It was frightening; luckily I remembered that I was on his side. Thank god. The enchantment of him started to grow while watching him fight. He ultimately defeated Voldemort and after when he went up to one of the towers and I followed I saw something I thought that I never would have before, Harry Potter was crying. Then I realized that Harry Potter was not quite a hero, he was human. Suddenly all the enchanting thoughts disappeared. When I got down to his level I just put my hands around him and held him for hours. A couple of weeks later there was a ball to commemorate all the fallen and all the heroes. I was Harry Potter’s date. When joining him before we departed for the ball he whispered in my ear, “You look enchanting” So there it is I grew out of my enchantment for Harry Potter and I felt a new enchantment grow, one for a man named Harry. Yes, Harry the man that loves me, not Harry Potter. He is human with faults and aptitudes. He can be thick-headed and romantic, and all in all he is not perfect. But he is mine. So in a couple of minutes I will make my girlish fantasies come true and I will marry my enchanting knight. |
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