"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Billy, happy birthday to you!" Ginny's four year old voice rang out through the entire house. Bill Weasley turned and looked at the clock next to his bed. 9:16am, it read. Could it be? Was it really his eleventh birthday? After all this waiting had the day finally come? Ginny was the answer to his question as she ran into his room yelling, "Happy Birthday Bill!" and jumping down on her older brother's bed.
"Good morning Billy!" she said, hopping up and down.
"Good morning Ginny!" he replied giving his little sister a hug. "What's the plan of the day?"
"You get bweakfest, then my pwesent, than your Ogwats letta!" She said, smiling up at her oldest brother. "Will you miss me at Ogwats?"
"More than the world," Bill smiled at her.
"Will you wite me?" Ginny said her eyes wide.
"Just so long as you write me," Bill said.
"Every day!" Ginny replied. She hopped off the bed. "C'mon, is time for bweakfest!" she grabbed her brother's hand and pulled him downstairs.
"There's the birthday boy!" Molly said, patting her son's cheeks. "I made your favorite."
"Thanks mum," he smiled. He knew that presents would be limited this year, so he thought best not to ask. The biggest present would be getting his supplies for Hogwarts, most importantly his wand. But he would get homemade gifts from his siblings, who always tried to make his birthday special. Ron came down the stairs.
"Morning Ron," Bill smiled. "Nightmares again?"
"Fred's a meanie," Ron grumbled. "I miss Mr. Teddykins." Everyone laughed. "Happy Birthday Bill."
"Thanks Ronniekins," Bill smirked. Ron made an angry face. Soon everyone heard two boys stomping, maybe falling, maybe rolling down the stairs.
"Morning Bill!" Fred said to his brother. "Happy-"
"Birthday!" George finished. They went over and hugged their brother, who was still holding Ginny's small hand. Charlie came down soon after, then Percy. His father had left earlier that day for work, but he would be home soon. Everyone sat down to eat chocolate chip pancakes with bacon, Bill's favorite. After a delicious meal, everyone set on their own course, until Bill would receive his present later. Ginny pulled Bill into the living room.
"I wanted to give you my gift, cuz, is special, just for you," Ginny said. Bill smiled, this was the same thing Ginny had done last year, and the year before that. Ginny sat him down in an overstuffed armchair.
"Ok," she started. "Since dis is your last year here, I wanted to give you something I made all by myself!" Ginny pulled out a bag. Bill recognized the bag; Bill had used it for his Mother's Christmas gift the year before. But he didn't care, it was so sweet already. He reached his hand in the bag, and pulled out a piece of old cardboard, that Bill was sure was from a parcel Bill had gotten from his Aunt a few weeks ago. Bill turned it over, and it read, written in different colored pencils, "Hapy Birfday Bil! Luv, Ginny." Bill smiled. It may not have been perfect, it may have just have been an old piece of cardboard, but it was the nicest gift ever.
"Thanks Ginny," he said, and pulled her in for a warm hug.
"Love you Billy," she said.
"Love you to Ginny," he whispered, so happy he had his sister.