Hello! I'm back! So I've had this idea for a looooong time and decided to go for it. Through the course of the story you may see similarities between this and Hazel Lavesque/Frank Zhang/ Leo Valdez. This wasn't intended so I'm sorry for that. I do not own Harry Potter. Only my character. Enjoy. Have a lovely day! Tell me what you think/how I can improve.

"Fred! Pass the quaffle!" George yelled across the snowy yard.

Fred being trapped by Bill and Charlie passed it through the chink between his older brothers to George.

While George raced across the field to the goals, Ginny and Ron wildly searched for the snitch, or rather the golf ball that Arthur was levitating from below.

"Another score for team Fred, George and Ginny."

Bill retook the quaffle while his ginger siblings madly raced after him.

Ginny continued circling until something caught her eye. She subtly flew towards it and snatched it out of the air.

"I've got it! I got the ball!"

"Dad! You rigged that!" Ron protested. He couldn't believe a SIX YEAR OLD beat him.

"Now Ronnie Kins, Ginny won fair and square." George said while ruffling Ron's hair.

"Well winners get to put brooms away" Charlie grinned. "have fun."

"Funny, he said losers put away brooms last game when we lost" Fred grumbled.

Ginny took a hold of the box of balls and pushed with all her strength only going a few centimeters at a time.

"Here Gin Bear let me help you" Fred offered gently, his frustration fading as he watched his little sister.

"No!" She said defiantly eager to prove herself as strong as her brothers. She continued shoving the heavy box foreword towards the shed. After a couple more minutes of fruitless labor, she fell against the box panting.

"Don't worry Gin Bear, you already helped us by winning the game, let us help you." George scooped her up and his broom while Fred grabbed the remainder of the brooms.

They both excitedly chatted to Ginny about her future success on her future house quidditch team. She was instantly cheered up from her failure of pushing the box.

When they reached the shed, George set Ginny down so she could pick the snow flowers around the back. He and George, meanwhile, put away the brooms in the chest. They were just finishing up when-

"George?! Fred?! What's this?"

"Ginny!" They both answered.

They ran around back to their sister to see her pointing to a mess of what looked like tattered rags Laying in the snow.

George stepped foreword to look underneath. He carefully pulled back a scarf shaped cloth.

"Yeaagh!" It was a person.

"Fred! Get mum and dad. Ginny stay here and help me figure out if she's okay."

The girl was paler than all the Weasleys combined. She had dark wavy hair that was tangled around her face. Her eyes were shut and she had a button nose He opened her eye lid to reveal black-brown eyes. Her eyes rolled back up so at least she was alive. He checked her pulse. It was slow but steady. He tried to pull back the rest of the rags but couldn't as they were actually her dress. He pulled off her ragged shawl. She was skinny as if she was starving which she probably was.

"Arthur look!" Molly had arrived. "Carry her in!"

Arthur came and scooped her up.

"Will she be okay?" George was sincerely worried about this girl.

"Time will tell." Arthur answered gravely.

George took Ginny's hand and proceeded through the snow back inside.