DISCLAIMER:
This story involves a lot, and I mean a LOT of storysetting, such as getting through Hogwarts, meeting people, loving one and hating the other, learning and... I guess you get the picture. If you dislike, well, have a good day! If you want to read, however, you are more than welcome, and I hope you'll enjoy my story.
"Congratulations, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley. You've got two healthy girls.", a nurse said, and handed the two girls in her arms to the panting woman in the hospital bed, who on her turn started to breastfeed them.
"Look Arthur..." The woman breathed out. "Aren't they beautiful?"
The man on her side answered: "They are, Molly, and what luck to have twins again."
The woman in bed listened and smiled with satisfaction while focusing on the two children in her arms. "What should we call them, Arthur?"
The man, Arthur, thought for a moment, and replied: "What about... Ginevra?"
"... That could work, though we need names for the both of them, Arthur."
"Well, Molly, these are the first two girls our family has had with in generations. Give me a bit of time to think..."
"... What about Valerie?"
"... A name for a strong, brave and healthy girl... "
"I like this name, Arthur, and it would work well with Ginevra's name's meaning "fair maiden". One with a name for the outside, one for the inside..."
"Ginevra being the body, and Valerie the mind..."
"Exactly, Arthur."
Arthur took hold of one of the babies, smiled, and told it, while looking in it's eyes: "Welcome to the family, Ginevra Molly Weasley."
Molly just laughed exhaustedly and looked at the other child. "Welcome, Valerie Cedrella Weasley."
"Whewe is my doww?!"
Exactly three years later, Little Ginevra was crying, after just having opened her birthday presents and finding out that her favorite doll was gone from the place she'd put it. Because of this, most of the family sitting around her went and searched for Ginny's doll, while Molly stayed back to try and soothe her daughter.
Meanwhile, a little girl, completely similar to Ginny, who was crying still crying, walked over to the barn, so she could hide something very specific. She almost reached the barn, when suddenly a pair of arms grabbed her and lifted her off the ground.
"What are you doing out here, Valerie?"
"I'm pwaying, daddy."
"With that doll?"
"Yes, daddy."
"But, isn't that your sister's doll?"
"... Yes, daddy..."
"Your sister is very sad without her doll, you know that, right?"
"Ginny sad?"
"Yes, now, why don't you go apologize, Valerie?"
"... owkay daddy..."
The man let the little girl out of his arms, and said little girl ran back to the house. Once inside, she slowly walked over to Ginny, who was crying in her mother's embrace, and held out the doll to her.
" 'm sowwy, Ginny. I 'iked youw doww, I wanted to pway with it."
Ginny, upon seeing the doll, beamed and took it, holding it close and repeating: "Don't wowwy doww, I wiww pwotect yoe."
Molly, seeing this, stroked Valerie's hair a couple of times and with a: "Well done", and left for the kitchen to make dinner. Valerie, on her part, just went up to the room she shared with Ginny, took a bit of paper and a pen, sat down behind the shared desk, and started drawing.
"Mom, when can we go to Hogwarts?"
The Weasley family just came back home from bringing Bill, Charlie and Percy to the Hogwarts Express. A certain little red haired girl, now the age of seven, asked said question.
"Ginny, dear, you ask this question every year, and you know what the answer is. You'll go once you reach the age of eleven."
"But, Mom, why can't I go earlier?"
"Because there are rules to follow, and these are for your own good."
"But mom..."
"Ginny, you can't go now, you can go in four years. This discussion is over."
"...Okay..."
The little girl went outside with her three brothers, while Valerie went to her room, where she took some paper, a few pencils, and started drawing. About six hours later, her mother's voice boomed through the house with the word: "DINNER!". Because of this, seven-year old Valerie stood up from the desk, put her drawing in a bag that Bill put a disillusionment charm on for her, put said bag back underneath her bed, and went downstairs.
Once she reached the ground floor, the sound of happy conversations made her smile, and she happily sat down to eat and talk with her family.
Valerie, at the age of ten, was busy with drawing again, when suddenly the door to her room opened and her mother stood in the opening.
"Valerie, are you sure you're not coming with us to say goodbye to your brothers?"
"Yes, mum, I'm sure."
"Very well, I'll come and greet you once we're back."
Valerie looked up at her mother. "Of course, mom."
Molly smiled a slightly sad smile, but still hugged her daughter and left the room with a simple: "Bye."
Once her mother was out of earshot, Valerie stood up out of her seat and walked over to the window, watching as Fred, George, Percy and Ron all walked away happily, carrying their baggage, with Ginny and her mother walking in front of them. Suddenly, Percy turned around and looked at the house, saw Valerie and waved at her, which she returned, and the boy turned around and walked on. Valerie smiled sadly and, after a while of just staring at the ground after they were out of view, she walked up to the desk again, and looked at her drawing: A red snake, slithering up and around a tree.
The red-haired girl picked up her drawing and sat down on her bed. She let her mind run for a little while and then decided to take a nap after putting her new creation away.
Valerie was asleep on a simple Monday morning, completely unaware of the things that happened last night, or what was currently happening downstairs...
"Val, Val!"
Ginny was shaking her twin sister awake, which the second redhead did not appreciate. The only response the slightly distraught girl got was a pillow in her face, although she did manage to awaken the owner of said pillow. With a slight moan, the girl sat up and stretched her arms.
"Val! Harry Potter is downstairs, what clothes should I put on?!"
"Gin, just go downstairs in your nightdress."
"No, that's just weird!"
"I'm going downstairs." Valerie got up and went towards the door separating their room from the rest of the house, but Ginny took hold of her arm before she could open it.
"You can't just go downstairs in your nightdress when Harry Potter is there!"
"Why not, Gin?" By now, Valerie started to get slightly agitated.
"Be-Because... I... umm..."
"Great reasoning, Gin, but I'm hungry, so I'm going downstairs for breakfast." At this point, Valerie pulled her arm away from Ginny's hold and started descending the stairs, leaving behind a worried twin sister.
"Morning everyone."
Fred and George immediately looked up at the sound of Valerie's voice and one of them said: "Hey Gin, I thought you just ran up the stairs in a different nightdress."
On this, the other twin replied: "Yes Gin, how did you change that fast?
Valerie, on her turn, just walked past Fred and George, hitting them on their heads weakly and sat down next to one of them, across from the raven haired boy who was looking at her rather oddly.
"Is something wrong?"
The boy flinched slightly, as if caught doing something bad, but still asked: "How come you're okay with me being here now, when you ran away before?"
Valerie stood and held out her hand for the boy to grab, which took him a while, but once he did, she said: "I'm Valerie, Valerie Weasley, twin sister to Ginevra Weasley, and you are Harry Potter, I'm guessing?"
The boy blushed upon realizing this girl and the previous one were, in fact, not the same person, and nodded to answer the question.
Valerie let go of his hand, sat back down, started piling food on her plate, and began telling Fred and George not to mess with someone who's new here. Once she was done with both things, she took her plate to the sink and went upstairs to change.
When she opened the door to her room, she immediately saw all her clothes lying everywhere, with Ginny in the middle trying on more clothes.
"Ginny, why are my clothes covering the floor?" Hearing someone speak, Ginny looked up at said person and smiled sheepishly once she saw who was talking.
"Sorry Val, I was just..."
Valerie just sighed and put some of the clothes on her bed. "Gin, just put some clothes on and go downstairs, I'll clean this up."
Ginny nodded and left the room after a few minutes. Valerie sighed once more, then started to work on taking the clothes off the floor, folding them and putting them away in the closets.
Having finished, she stretched her arms, and fell back so she was partially lying on the bed. She sighed and closed her eyes for a few minutes, taking a break from cleaning up the room.
"Are you sure she's in here, George?"
The door creaked open. "I am, Fred. There's your proof."
Valerie opened one eye and looked at them tiredly, but after a second she closed it again.
"It seems like our little sister is a bit tired, doesn't it, George?
"It does seem like that, Fred."
"I think she needs something-"
"-To wake her up!" Once George spoke this out loud, Both of the twins jumped on top of Valerie, who let out a groan, started struggling to get away from underneath her brothers, but it was to no avail. Both of the redheads on top of her started laughing, while Valerie was still trying to get them off of her, though now with a smile.
"Is little sissy not strong enough to get us off?"
Valerie groaned a bit more before becoming a bit calmer. "You guys are the worst."
The left twin started smiling a big smile. "That's why you love us, isn't it Vally?"
"Don't call me that!" Valerie tried to slap her brothers, but she wasn't quick enough. Both of the duo had one of her hands pinned down respectively, and now she was utterly helpless.
"Look Fred, we're stronger than her!"
"It's because of our teamwork!" Both brothers high fived each other with the hands they weren't using in pinning down their sister and they smiled down at her with a satisfied grin.
"You guys win because you're not playing fair! It's one eleven-year old girl against two fourteen-year old boys!"
At this point the door creaked open and her mother entered the frame, who looked slightly surprised at the position three of her children were in, two of whom she didn't expect in this room.
Both the twins greeted their mother with a quick: "Hi, mom." While Valerie's eyes were practically begging her mother to help her get her brothers off of her.
"Valerie, You were in charge of helping me with dinner, weren't you?"
Valerie, hearing this, said: "I can't do that with my brothers on top of me."
Her mother sighed. "Go to your room, Fred, George."