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Description: Ginny should have known that the day she crossed paths with Harry again, her world would turn completely on its head. Maybe if she¡¯d known it was coming, if she¡¯d been mentally prepared, then this mystifying run-in wouldn¡¯t have revealed her to be such a madwoman.

Characters: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsHarry Potter/Ginny Weasley Hermione Granger/Ron WeasleyHarry Potter Ginny Weasley Hermione Granger Ron WeasleyAmnesia

Summary: Summary:

Ginny should have known that the day she crossed paths with Harry again, her world would turn completely on its head. Maybe if she¡¯d known it was coming, if she¡¯d been mentally prepared, then this mystifying run-in wouldn¡¯t have revealed her to be such a madwoman.As it was, he’d just thrown her out of a pub, so there was that.

Notes: Notes:

I shouldn¡¯t be posting this as I¡¯ve yet to finish writing it. I¡¯ve planned for eight chapters and only just started the fourth, but whatever. It¡¯s Monday, I hope this brings someone joy.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter Text

Thursday,

Dec 27, 2001

Ginny Weasley should have known that the day she crossed paths with him again, her world would turn completely on its head. Maybe if she¡¯d known it was coming, if she¡¯d been mentally prepared, then this mystifying run-in wouldn¡¯t have revealed her to be such a bloody madwoman.
As it was, he’d just thrown her out of a pub, so there was that.
¡°What are you doing here? What did you see?¡±?
Harry Potter ran an aggravated hand through his already mused hair, his eyes sweeping up and down the busy street. His other hand was still clasped tightly around her arm. Ginny wrenched herself from his grip, and finally, he turned to look at her.
¡°Nice to see you, too,¡± she said, unable to suppress the sarcasm lacing her tongue. She tucked her gloved hands into the crooks of her elbows because fuck it was cold out here, and glared up at him. ¡°What¡¯s it been? Eight years now? Proper greeting, that.¡±
Harry had the decency to look sheepish. He dropped his hand from his hair to rub the back of his neck. ¡°Right. Sorry. I- how are you?¡±
¡°I was fine a second ago,¡± she said, and momentarily glanced up at the sign above them. ¡°But then you kicked me out of the Leaky Cauldron. I was hoping to thaw out my miserable, frozen heart, you see.¡±
Her ¡°miserable, frozen heart¡± (deemed so in the last letter she¡¯d received from her brother Bill when she¡¯d decided to forgo Christmas at the Burrow for the third consecutive year) was also ballooning at the sight of Harry, filling up her chest and reminding her of things she¡¯d rather not think of. She had to cut this short, move on with her life as she¡¯d been doing just minutes previous. Harry, as beautiful as she remembered, all wild hair and radiant green eyes, was forcing her brain to extract too many repressed feelings, far too quickly.
He gave her a quizzical look, then said, bless him, ¡°Er, it¡¯s closed.¡±
¡°Closed?¡± She¡¯d barely gotten to glance around, and there had been an awful lot of lurid purple smoke lingering in the air, but the general din she¡¯d been immersed in was enough to dismiss his lie. ¡°It sounded to me like the pub was packed. And why else would the door be open, anyway?¡±
¡°It¡¯s-we¡¯re having a meeting,¡± he explained after a brief pause. ¡°No outsiders allowed. Sorry.¡±
As he fidgeted under her hard stare, Ginny came to notice what he was wearing; scarlet robes with three buckles stretched over his chest, heavily scuffed working boots, and a thick, black cloak. What the hell kind of meeting was he going to in such a garb? Harry looked as if he¡¯d just walked out of a sci-fi novel.
And it dawned on her. ¡°Oh my god.¡±
She burst into unrestrained laughter. It would prove her theory correct as to why he¡¯d pulled her out of that pub borderline frantic and terrified. Of course, of course, he¡¯d have such a ridiculous hobby. Blimey, what a perfect fool.
¡°Please tell me Ron¡¯s in there,¡± she said through her hysterics. ¡°Please tell me he role-plays, too.¡±
Harry blinked owlishly, and she doubled-over, unable to contain herself. ¡°Ron¡¯s running an errand with Hermione.”
Ginny managed to suppress her laughter into giggles and stood up straight to face him again.
¡°I dunno what you mean by role-play, though,¡± he finished.
¡°Good one.¡± She waved away his mock-confusion with a flutter of her hand. ¡°Star Wars, right?¡±
Harry gaped at her like a fish out of water, eyebrows knitted together. He held up his hand, surely to argue this hilarious revelation she¡¯d come to.
¡°Look,¡± she went on, hoping to mollify him, ¡°you don¡¯t have to lie to me. It¡¯s nothing to be ashamed of. LARPing seems like fun! And your costume is really well done. I like that you went with red. You¡¯re like a standout Jedi.¡±
There was a beat of silence, and a car rushing past them. The bottom of Harry¡¯s cloak flapped with the burst of air.
He slowly began to nod. ¡°Yeah, yeah. Er, thanks.¡±
¡°Can I really not go in?¡± said Ginny, stomping her feet to get some feeling back into them. ¡°It¡¯s freezing out here.¡±
Harry jerked as if physically assaulted and whipped off his cloak in one sure motion. He draped it over her shoulders without preamble, and when she started to protest, he said, ¡°No, don¡¯t. It¡¯s all right. I brought you out here. Are you¡­ er, do you want lunch?¡±
Ginny tried not to sound tongue-tied as the heat of his cloak and the smell of him washed over her. She tugged the cloak more firmly around herself, and hitched it up, too; it was so long that the hem pooled over her feet, and she’d hate to get it filthy.
¡°Well, yes, but¡­ the other Jedi- Jedis? They¡¯re waiting for you, aren¡¯t they?¡±
¡°It¡¯s fine. They can get on without me.¡±
The remnants of her eleven year old self began to cheer before Ginny could stuff her back into the deepest recess of her mind, and she strained to push away the swift elation that gushed into her chest. But then Harry smiled at her, and she was bowled right the fuck over.
¡°Okay,¡± she said.

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