Ginny Weasley sat on her bed, her eyes fixed on the posters of the Holyhead Harpies. She had always dreamt of being a part of them.

The war was over, and life was returning to normal, but she felt different, changed somehow. She was determined to make her mark.

Ron looked at Ginny, his little sister, now a war hero. 'You've changed, Gin,' he said, throwing a Quaffle her way.

'I have to, Ron,' she replied, catching the Quaffle. 'There's a lot to prove, a lot to fight for.'

Ginny stood, watching the Prophet's office. She had a story to tell, her own story. She was not just Harry's girlfriend, or Ron's sister.

She walked in, determined. Her journey had just begun.

Ginny walked through Diagon Alley, her article published in the Daily Prophet, receiving nods of acknowledgment. She was making her mark.

Her dreams were within her grasp, and nothing was going to stand in her way.

Ginny soared high in the sky, the cheers of the crowd below making her heart swell with pride. She was a Harpy.

She had made it. She had fought, and she had won.

Ron looked at his sister, now a Quidditch star, and smiled. 'You've changed, Gin,' he said, a sense of pride in his voice.

Ginny smiled back, 'I had to, Ron.' She had found her place, and she was happy.