Little Ginny Weasley watched in awe as her big brothers flew around the sky on their brooms. She loved sitting below them as they played Quidditch together in their yard. Her other little brother, Ronnie, walked out to her from the house with a basket of goodies their mother had put together for her seven children. Ronnie sat down beside his little sister and put a pumpkin pasty in her lap. She looked down from admiring her brothers and squealed at the little treat in her lap. She looked over at Ronnie and grinned. "Tanks Wonnie!" She said in her high 3 year old voice. Ronnie simply shrugged as he devoured his treats. He tried to hide his smile as he had just turned 4 so he was a big boy now. And big boys didn't smile or giggle at their little sisters. Ginny frowned before looking back at her other brothers.
She cheered them on as Ronnie also began to watch. He tried calling out plays he had heard on the wizarding wireless. The older boys rolled their eyes at their baby brother before finishing up their game. They all flew down and swarmed the basket of goodies. Ronnie and Ginny had to squeeze through the mass of hungry boys and ran to the orchard to sit in the shade. Ginny looked towards the sky. "One day I be bes' flyer 'round." She said seriously. Ronnie nodded in agreement. "Me too! We'll be better flyer than even Charlie!" He exclaimed in awe of his brother's skills.
The two small children heard chuckling from above their heads. They looked up to see the twins grinning at them from above. "Silly Ginny! You're a girl. Girls can't fly!" George said. Fred nodded in agreement. "And Ronnie's the baby!" He added. The boys hadn't meant to but they had hurt Ginny and Ronnie. The two youngest Weasley's glared at them. "Ginny be better than you! You wait and see!" Ronnie said stomping on the ground for emphasis. Ginny smiled happily at her big brother in awe before glaring back at her twin brothers.
The twins looked down at their youngest siblings in shock before racing away from the angry munchkins.
Many years later George grinned as he saw that same little girl flying for the Holyhead Harpies and heard as well as saw her biggest fan. Ronnie. George looked up to the sky and smiled. "They told us Freddie. And they were right."
(I know its short but let me know what you think. Thanks! I do not own Harry Potter no matter how many memory charms I use. It belongs to JK Rowling.)