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Sleep, me? Not a chance, especially at six years old, that’s when you become as awake as an owl. The only way I get to sleep at night is a bedtime story or else I get scared. But Mummy and Daddy can never find out-they’d laugh. So would Fred, George Ronnie, and Percy would think I was still a little girl and if I was going to Hogwarts in five years I needed to grow up fast. Mummy thinks I need a bedtime story because of all my ramblings and when I play with the chickens in their pen but she doesn’t know. Well no one does really because I only sneak out when no one’s watching. When I was playing adventures in the shed I found some old broomsticks that looked all old and dusty. I picked the fasted one and I pretended to fly. Then WOOSH! I was high in the sky and I was controlling the broom really quickly! When I go to Hogwarts I’m going to be the quidditch hero, They’ll all love me and everyone will want to be my friend, I don’t want to be all alone and have only the books that I never wanted, as my best friends.
These winter nights have been the best because Ronnie’s afraid of the dark you see he thinks that the spiders will get him, so it’s the only time he’ll cuddle me and hold on tight because I’m not afraid of the dark or spiders. Mummy says I’ll be a Gryffindor for definite because I always defend Ron when Fred and George make fun of him, I push them away and shout really loud so mummy and daddy have to tell the twins off. I don’t think they mind too much but Mummy does because she says she can’t allow anything to happen to me. But never mind that I think I can hear someone coming up the stairs, I wonder what book he’ll bring up this time, tale of the Beadle and the Bard, or maybe Charlie will come up with his favourite books about magical beasts and where to find them. He has his thoughts on if Nargles exist but Ronnie thinks he’s stark raving mad. Now the door handle is about to turn and I hear a long, heavy sigh. That means it’s dad. He’s hurt his back because he said he’s been helping Santa Claus load up the presents for all the muggles and one was a bit too heavy; I think he might be telling me porky pie lies. Now all he does is sigh because he can’t reach the stairs without running out of breath. I bolt up as the door opens in case it’s someone else, like death from the Beadle and the bard. I’m not scared of him but I’d like to be ready to fight, just in case! Instead it’s my dad but with no book, I wonder what’s going on, he must be getting one from my bookcase, the muggle ones.
“Hello Princess I hope you’re ready for another magical story.” Dad smiles and sits on my bed gently so that he doesn’t hurt his back.
“Yes I am but Daddy, where’s the book?” I ask him innocently. He sighs,
“I may have forgotten it dear. No matter we’ll just make one up instead.” He scratches his head trying to think about what wonderful fairytale he will concoct. It doesn’t look like he’ll be coming up with anything super fantastical at the minute so I have a little idea of my own,
“What about when I was born Daddy? Mummy said that fairies came and did a little dance for me! Tell me how it happened please?!” I beg and he sighs agreeing to the situation again scratching his head but also clearing his throat as if it was buying him time to remember what had happened on the most special day in the world (my birthday!).
Arthur Wondered what his daughter was talking about fairies dancing for her? He wondered if Molly was exaggerating a little too much. But then he remembered what she meant. So as he told her a wonderful story that was a little more magical than the true event. Arthur recalled that lovely day of when he first saw his daughter and the food fight with the Cornish pixies of course.
1981 August 11
After only three short hours of labour a small child with bright red hair and a scrunched up face was born in the Burrow; Molly hated hospitals, she preferred a home birth. Arthur’s face lit up with joy for a small moment as his seventh child had joined the world and he knew his child would be brilliant! Then he noticed something very different and his smile dropped. Above the child’s cry molly shouted,
“Arthur what’s wrong with him? Arthur!?” Her voice had a sharp tone of worry there, all their children had come out healthy so she wouldn’t know what to do if something happened to one of them.
“It’s not a he.” He said as if in awe of the child. Molly also looked stunned.
“What do you mean Arthur?! The doctor said,” but she was cut off.
“The doctors were wrong, this one’s a girl!” He smiled his cheeks going rosy with excitement.
“The first Weasley girl for 120 years Arthur! What should we call her?! We said this one would be Gideon.” She said with tears of happiness slowly rolling down her cheeks.
“We could call her Ginerva, it was your Aunts name wasn’t it?” He asked her.
“Yes but my Aunt was as bad as my father! I despised her and she felt the exact same way.” Molly snapped out of tiredness.
“Yes but she’ll be nothing like her, she’ll have you as her Mother showing her right from wrong. We’ll keep her safe, our little Ginny.”
“Fine but I doubt I’ll warm to it.” Then Molly laid on the bed and Arthur passed Ginny to her who had just stopped crying. There was then a knock at the door. The door slowly opened and there was the ten year old Bill Weasley holding his youngest brothers hand.
“I’m sorry Mum but he started crying saying he wanted you two and baby. Where is he? Can I see him.” Bill asked and Ron pointed at his daughter and murmured the word,
“Baby.” Arthur held out his arms and Ron ran to him in a clumsy way and was then shown his sister. Bill ran to see what he imagined to be his brother.
“He looks like a girl.” He remarked looking puzzled.
“That’s because Ginny is a girl.” Arthur told him and Bill gasped.
“Cool.” He said trying not to alarm the newborn. Ron reached out for Ginny’s hand and whispered.
“Baby peeping.” Molly looked as her son seemed to be correct.
“Clever Ronnie.” She whispered and she looked like she was falling asleep too as she was that tired. Then Percy ran through the door panting heavily.
“DADDY! I tried to stop them I promise! Fred and George snuck out to play in the Garden. Then Charlie followed them and tried to tell them off about how they could go missing, but then Fred went and found a nest of Cornish Pixies sleeping in the bluebells-”
“Just get to the point Percy!”
“Now Fred and George have made the Cornish Pixies angry and they’re having a food fight in the kitchen with the Cornish Pixies.” Arthur’s face went from rosy with happiness to dark crimson with anger. Molly was too tired to do anything so she said she’d be there in a moment. Arthur hastily put Ron down and watched him stumble to his Mother’s side trying to clamber onto his Mother. He couldn’t let Ron hurt Ginny or Molly so he told Bill to take Ron back to his room. He then ran past Percy who was eager to follow his Father, then stormed down the stairs and burst the kitchen door open. He saw his two sons, each with a piece of cake at hand, that they must have found from the muggle contraption called the fridge.
“BOYS DROP THAT FOOD RIGHT NOW!” Arthur shouted and they let go of the cake and it splattered all over the floor. Then the Pixies saw the perfect opportunity to attack the twins and got their faces splattered with yoghurt. They then saw Arthur and flew past him and up the stairs. He then pointed his finger at the boys.
“You two are in so much trouble, and don’t even try to answer back.” Again Arthur ran back up the stairs and got his wand out of his pocket ready to fight the pesky pixies. He saw that the door and heard his wife grumbling. No crying from Ginny though. He entered the room and found that Molly had frozen the Cornish Pixie as they were hovering over Ginny’s cot, where Molly must have put Ginny afterwards.
“Arthur I hope you’ve told Fred and George off. Let's pray she doesn’t turn out to be another trouble maker.”
The story that Daddy told me was magical and full of lovely things. He kisses me on the head and now he’s heading for the door and turning the handle.
“Daddy?” I call and he turns to me.
“What dear?” he replies.
“Will you tell me what really happens when I’m older?” I ask him trying to act clever. He lets out a small chuckle and then answers,
“Who’s to say that is what happened though, Ginny my dear.” Now he lets himself out and slowly closes the door filling my head with so many questions that I knew he would most likely never answer.
A/N- So first impressions? I may have made a few mistakes between past and present tense but it's nothing that can't be sorted later! Thanks for reading, I hope you have the time to review. Oh and I would like to give a BIG thank you to MrsJaydeMalfoy and LouiselShere for the summary help-it means a lot! Please Review