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Chapter 1: The Unnoticed Weasley

The Summer at Grimmauld Place:

Ginny Weasley was the youngest of the Weasleys, the one no one noticed, the one to young to participate, the only girl out of seven children. Who would ever notice her? All she had been told is to pack her trunk for they would be staying somewhere else for summer and that was all that she had been told. This was not something she took lightly. Why was she never included in anything?

"Ginny! Hurry up, dear! We need to go!" She heard her mother, Molly, shouting up the stairway. Ginny didn't understand why they had to leave their home and stay somewhere else. She didn't understand how somewhere else might be safer.

"Everyone ready?" asked her father, Arthur.

A chorus of variations of yes was heard.

"All right, then," he said. "I have a portkey from Dumbledore that we will be using in order to reach our destination."

This perked up Ginny's interest. Something from Dumbledore meant that there was more to this than Ginny had been told, but then again this was typical for Ginny. No one ever told her anything for she was the littlest Weasley.

"Everyone find a spot and we'll be off," Arthur told them.

Ginny found a spot between Fred and George and she felt the familiar tug at her naval. When they had reached their destination, Ginny looked around. She didn't see anything.

"Here, dear. Read this, " her mother instructed handing everyone a separate piece of parchment, which read 'The Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.'

She quickly read it. All of a sudden, a house, a very large, very dark house appeared. It was the type of house to give her the creeps.

'Instead of enjoying the wonderful sunshine and outdoors, I'll be stuck here,' she thought with a shudder.

Molly ushered all of her children inside, but not first without a warning, "You will be on your best behavior especially since you are guests."

"Right, Mom," said Fred.

After everyone had entered into the house, Ginny gave a small gasp. A man with shoulder-length black hair and the most wonderful dark blue, almost black, eyes stood before her.

'I wonder who he is,' she thought as she tucked her hair behind her ear. For those who knew Ginny would know that this was a nervous habit.

"Sirius!" cried Ron.

"Hey, Ron. Molly, Arthur," Sirius finished with a slight nod.

"Sirius, this is Fred and George," Molly stated with a hand on each of the twins' shoulders.

"'Ello," they said in unison.

"This is Ginny," indicating her daughter.

"Nice to meet you," she managed in a whisper while she looked at the floor.

'The Sirius Charm is still there,' he thought to himself with a slight smirk. Of course, he didn't dare say this to the youngest Weasley in front of her parents. They would have most likely have beheaded him. Instead, he replied with, "I'll show you to each of your rooms."

He led them up a flight of stairs. "Molly, Arthur, you can take the room there," he said indicating a door down the hall. "Fred and George, if you take these stairs, it will lead you to the upstairs bedroom. There's only one room up there and it's all yours."

The twins hurried up the stairs. Of course, not without their trunks, "Loco motor trunks."

This left Ron and Ginny in the care of Sirius. "Your rooms are across from each other."

He opened the one door, "This is your room, Ron. Harry will be here later this summer to share with you."

"Thanks," Ron said and took his trunk in the room.

"Ginny, this will be your room," gesturing at the door across the hall.

"Thank you," she whispered. 'I really need to get ahold of myself or he is going to think that I am a complete dunderhead.'

"You're welcome." Without her parents around, Sirius got to take a better view of the youngest Weasley, who was not so young looking. Her hair came to about midback and reminded Sirius of a beautiful sunset. It was a light red with golden highlights. Her lips looked good enough to kiss, as they were the color of sun ripened berries. Sirius wondered if they tasted the way they looked.

'Sirius, you shouldn't be thinking these thoughts. While there may not be anything wrong with a little flirting, if you keep thinking along these lines, you may want more, and you can't have it! She may not look that young, but she is still a child, and you are 36 years old!' Sirius told himself, but he couldn't help glancing back at Ginny.

He could see her figure was just beginning to develop – slight curves were forming and her hips were becoming more pronounced. He could also see the small, perky breasts that were forming. He knew from his past experiences at Hogwarts that she also had a slight bit of cleavage, judging from the size.

'You better leave before you want to find out if that judgement is correct.' a little voice told him. With that thought, Sirius said, "I'll leave you to unpack."

'That was weird,' Ginny thought as Sirius left the room, closing the door behind him. 'Why did he keep staring at me? I must have something on me.' Ginny quickly checked herself in the mirror. 'No, everything looks fine. Why was he staring then?'

Ginny didn't have long to ponder this before a familiar face burst into the room.

"Hermione!" Ginny quickly gave her friend a hug. "What are you doing here?"

"Your father came and got me right after he dropped you guys off here. Your parents thought I may be able to keep you and Ron out of trouble."

Ginny didn't appreciate her parents bringing Hermione here as an almost babysitter, but it did feel good to see her friend even if she spent more time with Ron and Harry than with her.

"Oh," was Ginny's reply.

"I'll be back. I'm going to go surprise Ron."

Ginny knew this to be a slight lie as Hermione probably wouldn't be back for a couple hours once she started talking to Ron. Once Harry was there, Hermione would have both boys' attentions.

'I wonder what it's like to have two boys' attentions,' was Ginny's last thought as she snuggled down into her bed. It had been a long day.