I don't own. Wish I did, but I don't. Ah well.
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"Hey Gin-Gin. Ready for your story?" Cool, calm, and a star Quidditch player for Gryffindor, seventeen year old William Weasley, commonly known as Bill, leaned up against the door to the room of his four year old baby sister, Ginevra.
"Yes please, Bill!" She was bouncing around in her nightgown, which, upon closer inspection, Bill realized was his old Quidditch robe.
"All right, all right. What would you like to hear about tonight?" He laughed as he flopped down on the bed beside her. "Is it the 'Three Brothers' or the 'Boy-Who-Lived?'"
She cocked her head as she gazed up at him. "The Boy-Who-Lived?" Little Ginny questioned, confused.
"You've never heard the story of the Boy-Who-Lived? What kind of hole have you been living in! I thought everyone knew this story. Okay. I'll tell you. You better get settled though." Obediently, (this is BEFORE Fred and George have managed to corrupt her, obviously) she snuggled down into her bed and leaned up against her brother.
"Four years ago, there was a bad wizard named Lord Voldemort. He had a lot of followers who did bad things on his orders. There were, of course, people who stood up to him, and he killed them. On Halloween that year, he wanted to kill Harry Potter, who was just a baby. After Voldermort killed Harry's mommy and daddy, he tried to kill Harry, but-" Here Ginny interrupted.
"But why would he want to kill a baby?" Bill paused.
"No one knows." He told her softly.
"Well, that's stupid. You shouldn't kill a baby. What'd he ever do?" Bill smiled softly.
"You keep thinking that way. Don't ever change your opinion on that. Anyway, back to the story…
"Voldemort tried to kill Harry. But he couldn't. Somehow, baby Harry managed to stay alive and fight back. Now that Voldemort's gone, the world is much safer, and Harry's a hero. Because he didn't die, they call him 'The Boy-Who-Lived'. He's a hero and he saved us all."
Bill paused, regret and sadness coursing through his veins. He'd known Lily Potter when he was a first year. He'd had a problem with potions and she had tutored him all that year. After a bit, he started hanging out with her more and so he'd met her future husband and then-boyfriend James, and Sirius Black, the man destined to betray them. Peter Pettigrew, too, but he was almost nothing compared to the other two and their fourth friend, Remus Lupin.
He shook his head to clear the thoughts. It didn't do to dwell on the past or forget to live, according to Dumbledore. At least, it was something along those lines. Bill was a little busy coming to terms with his "friends" deaths to pay much attention.
"Is that it?" Ginny asked softly after a few minutes of watching her oldest brother get lost in his private thoughts.
"Yep. That's it. Go to sleep, Gin. I'll see you in the morning. Love you."
"Love you too, Bill." She said, but instead of falling right asleep, she sat up for hours, lost in thoughts about Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.
That night, she promised herself, and Harry, "I, Ginevra Molly Weasley, do so swear that sooner or later, I will be the family Harry never had. I swear it." Soon afterwards, she rolled over and went to sleep, peaceful dreams of The Boy Who Lived gracing her slumber.
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All right, this just has some small changes, nothing major. They were suggested by Charlotte LaRouge, who also betaed for me. Thanks for reading! Love you Alice and thanks for your help!