"Mum! Mum! Can you come tell me a bed time story?" I begged, she sighed, and stepped into the room.
"Which one?" She queried, sitting down beside me.
"Harry Potter!" I squealed excitedly.
"Of course." She smiled, amused, I heard a soft chuckle come from outside the door. Charlie was listening.
He stepped into the room and I glared at him.
"Sorry, Gin, I just knew it…"
"Okay, Charlie." I smiled, and my mum began the story she had told so many times.
"Once upon a time lived two people, they were called Lily and James Potter. They were married, and they loved each other very much. They were very powerful, and had escaped you-know-who 3 times! Then, one day, they found out some exciting news, Lily was going to have a baby! He was born at the end of July, and they named him Harry James Potter. This boy was very special. You-know-who came one night, because of the traitor, Sirius Black, who was later put in prison. You-know-who killed James, and Lily. But when he tried to kill Harry, he couldn't, and his powers broke.
Some people say he died, but no-one really knows. And now Harry Potter lives with his muggle Aunt, Uncle and Nephew, and he is a year older than you. God bless him."
"Mummy, Charlie?"
"What is it Gin?" They asked in unison.
"When I'm older…I'm going to marry Harry Potter! I will! He's going to love me and we'll have kids and we'll be amazing!" I exclaimed, bouncing up and down.
"Of course Ginny…" I sighed, pretending to be asleep to hear their conversation.
"Sirius Black will be innocent and Pettigrew will be guilty when he marries our Ginny." Charlie sighed, and Molly voiced her agreement.
I hoped with all my heart that the ministry had thrown the wrong man into Azkaban, before falling into a real slumber.