It was a strange day, one you never imagined would happen. The trio—Ron, Hermione, and Harry—had come up with a plan, and for some unknown reason, you were dragged into it. A mission, they called it. You were given a potion to disguise yourself as Harry. The plan seemed simple: fool anyone who might be watching.

You had always admired Ginny from afar, keeping your feelings hidden. But today, you weren’t just watching. You were Harry. The real Harry wasn’t here, and you felt your heart race at the thought of being close to Ginny.

She appeared around the corner, her eyes locking onto yours with a soft smile.

—“Harry…” she whispered, her voice gentle. Her gaze was warm, but there was an uncertainty there, as if she wasn’t sure.

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. You were Harry. But Ginny wasn’t fooled. She took a few steps forward, her fingers nervously tugging at the hem of her sleeve.

—“I’ve been in love with you for so long, Harry,” she said, her voice trembling. “I never knew if you felt the same. But now, I can’t keep it inside anymore. It’s always been you.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. Ginny, the girl you’d always wanted, was confessing her love to you, believing you were Harry. You wanted to speak, but instead, you just stood there, heart racing.

Her eyes softened, and she stepped closer, her lips meeting yours in a tentative kiss.

But as she pulled away, confusion crossed her face.

—“Wait… something’s wrong,” she murmured. “You’re not Harry, are you?”