(Plan: Seven Potters)

The rest of my school year and much of the time after that was devoted to thinking about Harry Potter. A lot of people would say I'd become completely obsessed with him. It was only one day when we were sitting around the table for dinner that I stopped thinking about him, if only for a while.

"We've decided to go and get Harry tomorrow." Dad said, addressing me. I was miffed because the rest of the family obviously knew and had done for quite a while.

"We meaning.....?" I asked.

"All of us except your mother and you." He answered and then explained the plan to me.

"He'll never let you get his hair." I said as soon as Dad had finished.

"That's what I said." Hermione piped up. She'd been staying with us for a week; ever since she'd modified her parents memory.

"I think Alastor has already planned for that." Dad answered.

"He is gonna be pissed about that." I said. Mum looked at me scornfully.

"Language, Ginny!" She exclaimed. I just rolled my eyes.

We finished dinner with the others exchanging small talk. I however was in a completely different head space. Oh my Godric! I get to see Harry tomorrow, was the one thing that kept running laps through my mind. His birthday was soon as well. What was I going to get him?

That night I went to sleep with excitement boiling in my stomach at the prospect of seeing Harry again.