She never had a favourite brother. People often expected it to be Ron, because they were the closest in age; or Bill, because they got along best; or the twins, because they had similar personalities. But she never had a favourite, and she prides herself on that fact.
She knew it was Harry she heard behind her, walking towards the forest, when she was comforting that poor dying girl on the Hogwarts lawn, that horrible night. But she didn't try to stop him, because she understood that he had to do what he had to do; and even though it broke her heart into a trillion tiny pieces, she let the man she loved walk towards his death. But however difficult it was to let him walk by, she knew, at the time, when she thought he would die, that she wouldn't harbour any guilt over his death, because she hadn't tried to stop him. Because if she had called out, or begged him not to give his life, he still would have done - because that was who he was, and still is. She would only have made it harder for him to walk away, and that would have brought her more guilt than anything.
She knows that most people think that she had no say in naming her children, but she did. She and Harry both agreed that each of their children whould have two names, and that they would each choose one. So Harry chose James, and Ginny chose Sirius. Because, during their time in Grimmauld Place, she and Sirius had developed a friendship, and he was a person she greatly admired. Then, when Al came along, Harry wanted his middle name to be Severus, much to Ginny's dislike. But she accepted it, because it was what they had agreed, and she knew it meant a lot to Harry. So, she chose Albus, with the nickname Al in mind. Not many people knew that she had been quite close to the headmaster, since the Chamber of Secrets ordeal. She had often talked with him in his office, whenever she had nightmares. And, when Lily came along, Harry chose the name Lily, and Ginny chose Luna. She had always greatly admired Luna, and her quirkiness and disregard for reality. And she had been quite good friends with her since they started Hogwarts, and Luna had always been there for her. So, both she and Harry had an equal say in the names, and she didn't care what others thought; because, after all, a great lot of thought had been put into naming their children.
Ginny adored Crookshanks. When Harry, Ron and Hermione were away, Ginny took Crookshanks to Hogwarts with her, and looked after him, never letting him get into the way of Mrs Norris, Snape or the Carrows. And at night, when she would finally break down when no one could see her, she clutched Crookshanks to her and smelled the smell that always reminded her of her dear firnd, brother and love, because, after all - Crookshanks had almost always been in the background, whether anybody noticed him or not, and his sweet scent had always lingered.
James's birth was very traumatic. They had been snowed into their house when James had decided to make his grand entrance, three weeks early, and as Ginny was pregnant she couldn't apparate or Floo, and Harry hadn't wanted to leave her in labour. Eventually, when Harry was in a considerable panic, Mrs Weasley had, thankfully, come to visit with a cake she'd made, and had alerted Ginny's midwife after she had got over the initail shock of coming across her daughter in labour for the very first time.
She remembers when she first found out that she was pregnant with James. He wasn't planned; she had gone to St Mungo's because she had been feeling ill for weeks, and was now starting to be sick in the mornings. It didn't even occur to her that she might be pregnant - she was only twenty four, and she would have to retire from the Harpies, which she was gutted about, after only six years with them. But after she had got over the initial shock, she promised herself that she would love this baby more than anything else; that she would cherish it and and give it an upbringing to rival her own. And she did; not just with James, but with Al and Lily too.
Ginny hardly ever cried; she hated crying. She had only properly cried three times since she was six years old. When she was six, she had fallen out of an apple tree in the orchard, and grazed her knee. It wasn't bad or anything, but still, it hurt. She had cried bitterly. Her brothers, Fred and George especially, had proclaimed her a wimp, a baby and a 'stupid, cowardly girl'. Ginny had then promised herself that she would never cry again. The three times she did cry was when she had realsied that she was free from Tom Riddle's diary; she cried with fear, relief, and confusion. Then, it had been she discovered Fred was dead - she had sobbed her heart out. Then, she cried harder than she had ever cried when she had seen Harry's 'dead' body - it had been beyond anything she had ever felt. She felt as though her heart had been ripped out of her chest and blown into a million tiny pieces right in front of her eyes. And nothing she ever experienced again compared to that moment.
Ginny didn't cry at Fred's funeral. Actually, she didn't cry for him at all after the first time she realised, when she had cried for ages, amongst the dead in the Great Hall. Because she knew that Fred had hated her crying, and that he wouldn't have wanted anyone to cry at his passing, because he was a happy person, and he had died laughing; and that was what should have been remembered. So she had made a huge effort not to cry after that, and although she was breaking inside, and didn't actually fully believe he was gone - she didn't cry. Even though she desperately wanted too, she didn't.
She also never cried at happy things. What was the point of crying when you were happy, letting the sorrow out in the tears, when you were happy? That would mean letting your happiness out in tears, and Ginny never understood that. She wanted to keep her happiness inside her, near her heart, where it belonged.
Ginny's father had always told her a bedtime story when she was little, every night, without fail. She remembered the first time he had told her about 'the boy who lived', when she was five years old. She had been amazed at the story, but mostly she had felt sorry for him and a little guilty - he lived with his uncaring aunt and uncle while she had a life of love and happiness. She had told her father, then and there, that she was going to marry Harry Potter. Her father had smiled fondly and told her, 'Whatever you say, sweetheart.' But Ginny was determined. She vowed that she would show him love and happiness, to make up for his loveless upbringing.
And that is exactly what she did.