AN: The story would be strongly confined to cannon. But be rest assured that I will certainly throw in a few AU moments. There may be a few inspired quotes or ideas which are borrowed from other fan fictions. Please see it as a mark of my respect towards those works.

I also need to thank GOTIMTIM and IRSHGIRL for their help in editing this work. Without their words of encouragement I wouldn't have uploaded this work for I was too scared. So thanks once again.

I also need to make a special mention of GinervaMarieChaseEverdeen and ArianaGleek whose editing has made this chapter a much better read than the actual work.

DISCLAIMER: I would be a fool to assume that I own any of the characters or the HP world. I would only claim the effort I put into writing this story as my own

Chapter 1: The Redhead we hardly know.

BANG!

"Stop it, please!" Molly heaved a sigh as she glanced upwards.

BANG!

"FRED! GEORGE!" she shouted at the top of her voice as the windows in the kitchen of The Burrow rattled in protest.

More noises had her curious. Since she had never actually witnessed her boys offering an apology to anyone besides herself, she decided to check out the reason for the commotion. She put down the pot of stew she was preparing as she made her way up the stairs.

Molly had just reached Ginny's bedroom door when there was another loud BANG from the twin's room. Wondering what her sons were up to, she hurried towards the twins' door and flung the door open, to find George lying on the floor hiding his face from the bat bogeys attacking it, and Fred ducking behind his bed. Ginny, her little redheaded daughter, had somehow managed to steal Charlie's wand and was pointing it at Fred trying to get a clear shot. Charlie stood in one corner, in two minds, trying his best to avoid his younger sister's wrath, but also wanting to help his brother.

"GINNY! What do you think you are doing?" screeched Molly. "How did you get Charlie's wand?"

Ginny didn't seem to hear her. Her face was red, almost scarily fierce. For a moment, Molly was proud of her daughter. Even Arthur had never managed to scare the twins like Ginny did: she was sure that her daughter had taken after her. Molly was about to grin but she managed to pull on a stern face. "Ginny! I am not sure what Fred and George did but you aren't supposed to do magic," she reprimanded.

Again, Ginny didn't answer. She simply stood there glaring at Fred. After a moment she threw the wand at Charlie and ran towards her room.

Fred looked extremely relieved as he came out from behind the bed and said, "Wow! That was scary!" Charlie, who was already snickering, clutched his sides as he rolled about laughing.

"Finite Incantatem," Molly muttered, pointing her wand at George's face, causing the bogey bats to vanish immediately. "What did you do to make Ginny so angry?"

"Nothing mum," Fred answered trying to change the subject. "Could you teach us that spell?"

"I am not going to ask you again," Molly said dangerously. "What did you do to rile her up?" Charlie, who had stopped laughing by now, tried to sneak past his mother, not wanting to face her ire.

"It's nothing mum; George teased her about a certain someone," muttered Fred with a sloppy grin.

"And what exactly did you tease her about?"

George shifted uneasily; Fred seemed overly interested in something behind her back as he muttered "About Ginny being somewhat tomboyish and him having to be you know what to fall for her."

"WHAT?" Molly stood there shocked. How could Fred and George get such ideas? It was no wonder that Ginny was so angry. "If I ever hear any of you say such things again, I will personally make sure that she gets both of you next time," Molly said before she turned towards the door.

She returned to her kitchen, slightly amused at Ginny's infatuation - or rather Hero-worship - of the famous Harry Potter. Her little red haired daughter was very stubborn, boisterous and fiery. She was reminded of her own childhood as she remembered how her own brothers were scared of her. She felt proud as she thought of her daughter, 'Ginevra Molly Weasley'.

A few days later, the tempers were running high among the inhabitants of Burrow, as the Weasleys had to get their four sons on the Hogwarts Express and the twins managed to make matters worse when Molly found them trying to sneak several banned Zonko's joke items into their trunk. After several heated outbursts, the Weasleys somehow managed to make it on time to the station with a few minutes to spare. Percy and Charlie were the first to board the train. Fred and George had to linger a while longer since their mum's customary bone-crushing hug was accompanied with a long list of warnings.

All through the journey, Molly had noticed that Ginny was a little subdued and was not the usual boisterous girl she was. So while returning back to The Burrow in the ministry car Arthur had arranged for them, Molly attempted to cheer her daughter up. "Two more years, Ginny, and before you know it, you will be on your way to Hogwarts yourself!" she said, with a slightly forced cheerfulness.

Ginny didn't answer for many minutes, but after some time she said, "I do want to go to Hogwarts. But..." she stopped for a moment to stare out of the window. "I will miss them."

Molly wondered whether this was the same girl who had scared the daylights out of Fred and George a few days back. She wanted to say something more, but decided not to, as Ginny continued to stare out of the window. She could see tears beginning to collect in her daughter's eyes.

Molly didn't see Ginny the entire day after they returned home from the station. When it was time for dinner, Ginny made her way to the table but she hardly spoke or ate anything and was gone before Molly could finish her meal.

The dinner was a quiet affair, as compared to the usual Weasley standards, and Molly was just contemplating whether or not to talk to Ginny when Arthur spoke up, as though he could read her mind. "Do you want me to speak to Ginny? - she seems upset."

Molly was still lost in thoughts when Arthur said, "I think I will. I have never seen her this upset since Fred and George's first year."

Molly simply nodded as she looked at her youngest son, Ron, who would soon be starting at Hogwarts. Ron, however, seemed completely oblivious to the conversation and was busy stuffing his mouth with a second helping of everything that was on the table.

She then turned her head and looked at her family clock, where the hands showing Charlie, Percy, Fred and George were pointed at school. Bill's hand was pointed to abroad, while the remaining hands pointed at home.

Molly was so lost in her thoughts now that she didn't even notice when her husband got up to leave.

Ginny was in her pyjamas, lying on her bed tucked underneath her covers. She missed her brothers so much that she found she simply couldn't fall asleep, and was lying awake, staring at the ceiling. She was just remembering some of the happy moments she had with her brothers this summer, when there was a knock on the door, followed by her father's voice. "Ginny, can I come in?"

"Come in, dad!"

"Are you ok, Ginny? You seem very upset."

"It's nothing, dad. Don't worry; I'll be alright by tomorrow," Ginny answered, trying, as always, to sound like a grown-up. Arthur knew that his daughter was fiercely independent and hated being treated like a small child, but he simply couldn't help seeing his daughter upset; she was his only daughter after all.

"Okay then. Do you want to hear a story?"

"Dad, I am nine years old. I am not a baby!"Ginny nearly shouted, looking embarrassed.

Arthur patted her knee. "I know you are hardly a baby now, Ginny. But I thought you might enjoy hearing about Harry Potter."

After a moment he added, as an after-thought, "but if you don't want to, I understand."

Arthur smiled for he knew his daughter could never resist any stories regarding Harry Potter. A coy smile had lit up on Ginny's face and her cheeks blushed Weasley red as she said, "Oh! I don't mind, Dad. Who knows, a story might cheer me right up."

Arthur sat down on his daughter's bed, while Ginny got under the covers to listen.

As Arthur told the tale, Ginny dreamed of a handsome young prince wielding his sword, saving the world. He eventually became her knight in shining armour, riding a horse, coming to save her from the house of a million redheads. She loved her family dearly, though it could, at times, be overwhelming. And he wasn't just that. This boy, who she had just heard of, had no family, no mum or dad to call his own, while she had enough to last six lifetimes. Harry Potter had saved the world from evil but it was still the saddest story she had ever heard.

She was lying on the bed staring out of the window at the endless snow as she dreamed on. Had she ever seen Harry Potter without realizing that it was him? Did he have any cousins or friends to fight with like she did? She had so many questions.

"Dad?" Ginny called out suddenly, sleep-talking as she dreamed.

"Yeah?" answered a startled Arthur. He thought Ginny had fallen asleep and was lost in his own thoughts.

"I'm going to marry him someday," Arthur heard his daughter say.

Arthur was silent for a moment, then laughed, "Who? Harry Potter?"

"Mmmhh," Ginny nodded softly.

"Gin, who says you're ever going to meet him?"

"I do," Ginny answered.

Arthur chuckled, amused that his only daughter was crushing on Harry Potter. He knew Ginny would never have said that, had she been fully awake. But he knew that his daughter did have a little something for Harry Potter. It was a little early to say anything but he wondered if such a possibility might ever happen for her. He wanted his children's dreams to come true, though life didn't always work out that way.

He smiled, as he bent down to place a kiss on Ginny's forehead. Ginny had started snoring slightly by the time Arthur made his way out of the room, closing the door behind him.

END OF CHAPTER

AN: Any Suggestions or criticism would be highly appreciated for I wish to improve. Pointless FLAMES would neither help you nor me.