Ginny Weasley yawned, though she tried to fight it. Yawning would only get her sent to bed, and she didn't want to go.

But her mom saw the yawn. "Come on Ginny, up to bed with you."

"Aw, I dun' wanna!" Ginny pouted. The wireless was playing some music and Ginny was playing with a doll that Bill and Charlie had given her a couple of days before, when they returned home from Hogwarts.

Ginny always remember Bill being the one who was away at Hogwarts, only home some of the time. But she idolized him. Besides being the mysterious older brother, he also spoiled her when he was home and kept the other boys from teasing her too much. Charlie was the one that was usually the big brother for her, but recently he had disappeared to that same Hogwarts place.

"It's bed time, Ginevra Molly Weasley!" Molly Weasley wasn't about to let Ginny get overtired.

Ginny frowned, crossed her arms, and stubbornly stayed seated on the floor.

Bill looked over from where he was talking with Charlie. "I'll take her up. What do you say, Ginny? Want me to tuck you in?"

Ginny smiled and nodded. "Yes, please." She liked the attention, but she also tended to listen to Bill.

Bill sauntered over and held out his hand for Ginny to take. "Let's get you all tucked in, then."

Ginny let Bill pull her up, but she also held her arms up indicating she wanted to be carried.

Picking her up, and giving her a gentle toss in the air as he caught her and carried her up, Bill earned his mother's disapproval. "Bill! What if you dropped her."

Bill only chuckled, and Ginny begged, "Again!"

Bringing Ginny into her room, Bill helped her put on her nightgown, a hand-me-down Quidditch shirt, before tucking her into bed. Kissing her on her head, he bade her goodnight.

"Bill?" Ginny called out as he straightened up from kissing her.

"Yes, Ginny?"

Ginny yawned again, the long day catching up on her. "Will you mar-wy me?" she sleepily asked.

Bill chuckled. "Why do you want to marry me?"

"So you stay." When Charlie had to leave for Hogwarts, Molly had tried to explain that everyone would get to go to Hogwarts when they were older. To Ginny, for whom her family was literally her entire world, that was a scary thought. She didn't want anyone else to go away. She didn't want to go away either. "An' 'cause you're the bestest wizz-urd."

"No I'm not. Dumbledore is much more smarter and far more powerful." Bill sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Who?"

"Albus Dumbledore," Bill said with a smile, "he's the Headmaster at school. He fought and defeated Grindlewald, an evil Dark Wizard. He even has a chocolate frog card."

"So I mar-wee Dummledoer?"

Bill laughed out loud. "No, no. He's old, older than dad even."

"Oh? So who den?" Ginny bit her lower lip as she waited for an answer.

"Well," Bill stroked his chin as he tried to think of someone, "I know of someone your age who is also my hero. Harry Potter."

"Who?"

"When he was only a baby, a year old, he defeated the meanest Dark Wizard known in a long, long time. He-Who-Still-Must-Not-Be-Named."

Ginny gasped. "Oh?"

"Yeah. I bet he is even better than me."

Ginny shook her head. "Nuh-huh. No he isn't."

"Sure he is," Bill nodded his head in confidence. "Think of all the adventures he must have."

"What kind?" Ginny liked bedtime stories. She hoped she would hear one now.

"Well, let's see ..." Bill gazed out of Ginny's bedroom window in thought. "Why, I bet he's even met the Backwards Wizard."

Ginny frowned cutely in confusion. "Back-wurdz Wizz-urd?"

"Yeah, the Backwards Wizard. You mean you never heard of him? Well let me tell you, he was so backwards, he thought he was suppose to keep Muggles a secret from wizards."

"Mukkles?"

Bill nodded. "Yeah, they can't do magic."

"Dey can't?!" Ginny's eyes shot wide open as she gaped at her brother.

Bill shook his head. "Nope."

"But ev'ry-wun does magic."

"Not everyone. You don't do magic, yet."

Ginny frowned. "Am I a muzzle?"

Bill chuckled as he rubbed her head affectionately. "Nope. You'll do magic when you get older. And you have done accidental magic already. Muggles, they can never do magic."

That was a difficult concept for Ginny's nearly three year old mind to grasp. She took magic, and doing it, for granted. "Why can't ev'ry-wun be da same?"

Bill smirked at her. "You want us all to be Ginny Weasley?"

Ginny smiled and nodded. "Dat be wicked."

"Then you wouldn't be so special," Bill told her with a laugh.

"Harumph!"

Bill shook his head in amusement. "So, do you want to hear about the Backwards Wizard?"

Ginny nodded. "Yes! Please."

"Well, he was as backwards as a wizard could get. When he tried to fly, he would sit on the broom backwards, with the bristles upfront. And in the air, he would let himself hang under the broom stick instead of sitting on top of it." Ginny giggled at Bill's story. "Of course, the broom would shake and buck, as you can't fly it bristles first. So he'd fall off and hit his head. And do you know what he would say?"

Ginny shook her head. "No."

"After he fell, he would say, 'That was my best flight, yet.' And he would always wear his hat inside out, and on his ear."

Ginny giggled. "How did he get it on his ear?"

"Ah," Bill thought for a moment, "he bought an extra small hat. It would fit on a house elf. And then he would stick it to his ear with spellotape. And when he was bored, he would sit on his wireless box and try to listen to his chair. He'd tap it with his wand, but the chair would never play music."

Ginny giggled some more.

"And speaking of his wand. He would hold it by the wrong end. So anytime he wanted to flick and swish, it came out as a pluck and slash. And the magic would spill onto him instead of where he was aiming. That's why he has green lumps and purple ear hair. And his nose hairs glow."

Ginny laughed. "What else did he do wrong?"

Bill sat and thought. "Plenty. Like the time he tried to brew a sadness potion, because he was feeling too happy. He was suppose to chop the wings of lace-flies, but instead crushed lacewing flies. And he used gopher snot instead of badger blood. And when he wrote, instead of using a big feather called a quill, he used a porcupine quill. And there was this one time, he bought a purple cow."

"Pur-pill cow?"

"It wasn't always purple. He made it purple."

Ginny thought this was funny. "Why?"

"He was trying to get it to milk itself and cast a spell. Problem is, he bought a boy cow, only girl cows give milk."

Ginny laughed. "Really?"

Bill held a hand up. "Wizard's honor. You get milk from girl cows. And because he also said the spell wrong, his cow turned purple. And he liked it that way. He thought blue cheese came from purple cows."

Ginny looked at Bill in confusion. "Blue-cheese?"

"It's cheese with streaks of blue in it."

Ginny yawned again and snuggled deeper into her covers. "What else happened?"

"He would sleep in the chicken coop."

"Why?"

"Well," Bill thought about it, "because the cow slept in his bed."

"What aboot the sheek-ins?" Ginny thought a cow sleeping inside was just plain silly.

"They slept in the cow's stall. The pig slept in the doghouse, and dog had to sleep with the goat. And the cow was always sick to the stomach because he kept feeding it Honeyduke's chocolate bars, so he could have chocolate milk and chocolate blue cheese."

Ginny smiled as her eyelids grew heavy.

Bill saw that she was ready to sleep, so he kissed her on her head one more time. "Night, little one. Sweet dreams. Maybe next time I'll tell you about Harry Potter. Who knows, maybe you'll even marry him.

"Night, Bill."