I’ve Just Seen A Face
By Kala Phoenix
A big thank you to my beta-extraordinaire, Felina
Black! This fic was inspired by the song I’ve Just Seen A Face, by a certain
sixties group. Oreo fudge bars to anyone who figures it out. This is potentially
To Be Continued, but I’m not sure. Disclaimer: JK Rowling fully owns the
characters included in this story. I’m just playing with them. The lyrics at
the end are copyrighted to Northern Songs and their respective authors.
Harry couldn’t recall having ever felt this
perplexed before. It was as though he was reliving the difficulty of the egg
riddle, a prelude to the second task back in fourth year. But now he was in
sixth year, and the riddle he was trying to solve could end up having much more
importance to his life than the earthshaking tournament had.
What exactly were his feelings for Ginny? Did he
feel any different for her than he had, say, a year ago? This was why he found
himself sitting on a rock by the lake, which was almost frozen by the spurt of
cold winter weather in the area recently.
He began to regret his choice of seating as a
frigid wind blew about the valley, attacking his uncovered hands and head with
marrow-chilling accuracy. He subsequently pulled the hood of the Muggle sweater
he wore under his cloak over his head, and dug his hands deep into his warm pockets.
Then he thought. And thought. And thought.
What were the things that had attracted him to
Ginny in the first place? The first one he thought of was her smile. More
specifically, the way she looked at him and smiled whenever someone said or did
something funny, making it seem as though they were both sharing a special
connection, their own private joke.
He remembered the first time he’d really noticed
her smile. It had been the summer before fifth year, before his world had
fallen even further into chaos.
He saw Ginny, standing in the upstairs hallway
of Grimmauld Place. Her face was flushed with anticipation, and her eyes seemed
rather shifty for his liking. Ron suddenly came bounding up the stairs, then
entered the room that he and Harry shared. Suddenly, Ron yelled and swore.
There were a great many thumps and bumps, which finally came to a stop as Harry
approached the door carefully. When he entered the room, he saw Ron hanging
upside down in the middle of the room, seemingly caught in some sort of magical
net with glowing ropes. Behind Harry, Ginny began to giggle uncontrollably,
increasing her brother’s ire.
“GINNY! LET ME DOWN RIGHT NOW, OR I’LL…I’LL!” he
bellowed, face rapidly going red because of gravity and the violent Weasley
temper. “Or you’ll what?” she choked out. Fred, George and Hermione came up the
stairs to see what the heck was going on. Upon viewing the spectacle, they all
“Brilliant, little sis. You’ve put us to shame!”
the twins patted her on the back.
“Can’t believe we haven’t tried this
before…Perfect idea, really.” George was shaking his head.
“Oh Ron!” Hermione silently convulsed in giggles
at his miffed appearance, though she thoughtfully tried to hide them. And Ginny
had finally stopped laughing; she turned towards Harry with an impish smile,
lighting up her mirthful eyes and showing white teeth between pink lips…
Ginny had eventually been forced to free Ron by her
mother, who had been “terribly disappointed in her delinquent behaviour”. Harry
still laughed when he thought about it.
What else about her was attractive? A great many
things, he thought to himself. But he decided to focus on her eyes. They were a
burnished golden brown, a warm colour that reminded him of his Firebolt. When
she smiled, her eyes lit up and he could see the tawny highlights more clearly.
He thought them truly beautiful.
Then he pondered the rest of her. Her adorable
freckles, longs legs, elegant wrists…Harry supposed that he could go on all day
about her physical attributes, but those shouldn’t really be the basis of a
relationship with someone, serious or otherwise.
So why did a warm feeling swirl in his stomach
whenever she came into a room? It couldn’t just be the fact that she was
stunningly beautiful, could it? Harry somehow knew that it wasn’t purely
Maybe it was the way that she gently prodded him to
open up about all the emotions he’d bottled up. He didn’t feel ashamed or
embarrassed when he raged and ranted in front of her. She didn’t have any high
expectations of him, didn’t try to overanalyse his feelings. Most of all, he
was glad that she didn’t look at him with pity in her eyes, like so many other
students he passed in the halls.
It made him feel so angry when people thought that
he was a tragic, brooding hero. He wasn’t a hero! He’d only been in the
wrong place at the wrong time, and then there was that prophecy… He’d told
Ginny about it, even before Hermione and Ron. Harry had known that she wouldn’t
be like Ron, acting all horrified and stressed about it; or like Hermione,
immediately saying that no, he couldn’t possibly be the one, and begin
researching ways of killing the Dark Lord without participation of a teenage
Amazingly, Ginny had not been surprised about the
prophecy. “It figures,” She had said, “Why else would Voldemort always be
after you? He’s been trying all this time to off you before you’re at full
power, and found some sort of spell or potion to defeat him. He truly believes
that you will one day be his equal. I’d say that he’s a bit scared by now, as
you’ve managed to avoid him for so long. But of course you’ve had friends to
help you,” she continued, quelling the frustration that was rising in his eyes.
“You don’t understand!” He yelled, “Everyone
thinks that I’m so great and wonderful and all of that, but it’s just LUCK! All
those things that I’ve done at school, most of them wouldn’t’ve worked out if
it weren’t for luck, and all the help my friends gave me! Why can’t anyone
“You are so oblivious!” Ginny retorted, “ Stop
putting yourself down. You have so much power and potential, but you just don’t
see it! I remember reading about the Patronus charm in my Defense Against the
Dark Arts textbook. That Slinkhard bloke commented that a Patronus was N.E.W.T.
Level magic. Despite that rating, you were capable of casting a corporeal
Patronus in third year. Doesn’t that tell you anything?”
At this point Ginny took his hand and looked
into his eyes, “You are a powerful wizard Harry. You’ve got to believe it! I
don’t mean that you should go shouting from the rooftops. Just believe it,
that’s all it will take. Just because you’ve lived with those foul Muggles who
told you that you were worthless and bothersome all these years, doesn’t mean
you are, Harry. Your friends treasure you, others look up to you…Maybe some
people aren’t that encouraging, but they’re just jealous.” After that last
statement, she abruptly stood up from the stone bench and strode off. Harry,
perplexed, watched her leave. He was even more confused when she came to him
after dinner with a pack of Exploding Snap cards.
“Will you accept this Peace Offering?” she’d
asked with hope in her eyes.
“Sure,” Harry had haltingly replied, “This
afternoon, what you said. I- It’s true. Thanks.” She simply smiled, and the two
began their game.
She had helped him get through his grief and guilt
after Sirius’ death. She was the only person willing to dig down and snap him
out of his deep depression, when he’d come to the Burrow after a very short
stay at the Dursleys, punctuated by lethargy and melancholy.
His friendship to Ron and Hermione was valuable,
but they were hard to approach, as wrapped up in each other as they’d become.
During the Christmas holidays Hermione was going to help Harry and Ron to write
their job applications for the Auror Academy. Harry was looking forward to that
and Christmas at the Burrow in a few days, but was rather worried…
He was specifically worried about the Burrow, and
Ginny. What would happen if she rejected him? His stay would probably be plagued
with awkwardness and silences whenever she came into a room. There could be an
odd tension between them, making his visit very uncomfortable. Would he be able
to handle it?
Well, Harry had certainly been in uncomfortable
situations before, such as the Truth-telling Potions project in October, in
which he’d unfortunately been paired up with Draco Malfoy. Harry had had to
practice a full half-hour of Occlumency meditation before the allotted time he
had with Draco in the library and potions laboratory, just so he wouldn’t try
to strangle him in anger and frustration.
There were also the numerous times that he’d had to
talk to Cho during the reinstated DA, now an official school club. There were
so many new members that a second night per week was necessary, to prevent the
total chaos in the Room of Requirement that had been the first meeting of the
year. Instead of the original 30-odd students, there were now at least eighty
members, including several second and third years, wanting to learn defense.
Putting those prickly thoughts aside, Harry thought
of something quite possibly worse - gulp! Ginny’s numerous brothers, all of
whom were much taller and stronger than he was, and all willing to protect
their Ginny from evil lecherous MEN! Fred and George didn’t really seem to
care… or did they? And even though Ron had been trying to set him and Ginny up
for years, would he really accept Harry having a romantic relationship with his
Oh, come off it! He berated himself, and
you call yourself a Gryffindor! If you can’t face the Weasley brothers, how do
you expect to battle a room full of Death Eaters? You have done it before…
With that thought in his head; Harry stood and
walked purposefully towards the castle. He wanted to tell Ginny as soon as
possible, before he lost his nerve, or worse, someone else asked her out to the
upcoming Hogsmeade weekend.
Suddenly he saw the front doors open. All Harry
noticed was long, brilliant red hair, and he knew it was Ginny. He sensed
unexpected butterflies in his stomach. “She’s just a girl,” he told himself,
“Albeit, the girl that you think you might love. It’s okay, it’s okay.” He
repeated this in his mind like a mantra several times as she approached.
“Hello, Harry!” She greeted him with a brilliant
“Hey Ginny,” he replied, “I-er…have something to
tell you.” She grinned yet again, a knowing grin, and led him off towards the
lakeside, her hand slipping into his. “You’d better tell me right away, then.”
Harry felt a warm feeling spread from his hand, up his arm, and straight to his
heart. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all.
I have never known the like of this
I've been alone and I have missed things and kept out of sight
But other girls were never quite like this
Da da n'da n'da'n'da
She’s just the girl for me…