Sweet dreams angel
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Ginny was bored. It was unsurprising really, she mused. After all what was a ten year old to do? It was that strange time when it seemed far too early to go to bed but too late to start doing anything noisy or fun.
She had followed her mother around all day, watching her potter and tinker and cook, much as she always did. Her father was still at work and was unlikely to reappear again before midnight, having left so quickly it was a wonder he had time for a brief 'good morning' and make a grab for a piece of toast before bolting out of the door, glasses askew.
None of her brothers were around of course. Bill had long since fled to the sunny deserts of Egypt to become a curse breaker for Gringotts, and Charlie too had left the country to pursue an exiting career abroad, although for him it was handling dragons in Romania. Percy and his never ending monologues were probably holed up in the Gryffindor common room now, doing homework. The burrow always seemed too quiet without Fred and George, her favorite brothers; wherever they went it was like they breathed life and energy into the place. Even Ron, barley older than she was had gone, off to Hogwarts without her. He had no idea how jealous she was.
The chickens had been fed. She was banned from using the broomsticks after the incident which had culminated in her being stuck on the roof for three hours and for once the garden was gnome free.
The ghoul in the attic made a clanging noise that reverberated through the house; it was as though it was trying to make up for the lack of noise that was Fred and George, single handed. He was failing. Ginny even briefly considered passing an hour or so in his company even though, and she would deny this in front of her brothers, she had been terrified of him for years.
She aimlessly wandered the house in search of entertainment until she happened upon the lounge. A Celestine Warbeck song was warbling softly from the wireless in the corner. Her mother lay across the couch deeply asleep. Her always busy face was, for once, free of any harassment, instead it was peaceful and calm.
Undercover of the music Ginny crept to the corner and retrieved the thick, patchwork quilt she had helped her mum make the week before and clicked the radio off. She tip-toed back across the room to the wide couch where her mother lay, before carefully clambering up beside her and pulling the duvet over both of them. She fell asleep quickly.
*Molly Weasley's eyes flickered open at the sound of the kitchen door clicking closed. Foot steps muffled by the thick carpets drew close and a familiar voice chuckled softly. She and her daughter were tucked up on the couch, covered in the homemade blanket but she had no recollection of getting there. "Did you?" she asked looking up at her husband
"No" Arthur chuckled again at the scene before him and his wife's confusion "It must have been her" he said, indicating their daughter, still soundly asleep.
He shook his head before carefully scooping the sleeping Ginny into his arms. He carried her to her room and put her on her bed. "Sweet dreams angel" he whispered before lightly kissing her forehead and leaving the darkened room.*
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