Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the doll.
Good Golly Miss Molly
By: phix27
"Hey Ginny, open mine next!"
"Okay Bill!"
A five year old Ginny eagerly reached for a long and wide box rapped in blue paper and tied with a red ribbon. It was her fifth birthday. She excitedly shook the package.
"What is it Bill?"
A thirteen year old Bill smirked at his sister.
"If you'll open it, you'll find out," he says.
"Oh, just open it Ginny!" exclaims her other brother Charlie.
Ginny sticks her tongue out at Charlie.
"I'm getting there!"
She carefully undid the ribbon and laid it aside. She then carefully cut the paper, because she knows her mummy likes to reuse the paper.
"Oh my! It's a dolly!" says the little girl, opening the box.
Inside was a girl doll, about two feet tall. She had brown hair that fell in strings around her face. It was wearing a blue checked dress and white stockings with brown Mary Janes. The face was a circle with two bright blue eyes, a tiny nose and pink lips.
"I love her!" exclaimed Ginny, hugging the doll to her chest.
"That was very nice of you Bill," said her mummy. "What do you say Ginny?"
"Thank you Bill!" she beams at her oldest brother. He turns the exact shade of red as his hair.
"Aw shucks."
"What are you going to name your dolly Ginny?" asks her youngest brother Ron, scrambling up into the seat next to her.
Little Ginny bites her lip, pondering. Then her face lights up.
"Molly! I'm going to call her Molly!" she exclaims.
"Ginny, that's mummy's name!" says Fred. She could always tell the twins apart.
"Oh," says Ginny, put out. Then her face lights up again.
"I know! I'll call her Miss Molly!" she says, hugging the doll to her. It was very soft.
"That's a wonderful name Ginny," says her mum. Ginny beams at her mummy.
Soon, Ginny and Miss Molly were inseparable. They did everything together. When Ginny went outside to play with her brothers, Miss Molly played too. When Ginny went flying with her daddy, Miss Molly went flying too. When Ginny made mud pies, Miss Molly ate them. But when Ginny got sick, Miss Molly had to pay the price.
"Oh dear."
"What is it doctor?" asked a very scared Molly Weasly.
"Your daughter has a very severe case of Pertussis or Whooping cough. I can prescribe an antibiotic called erythromycin. It will reduce the length and severity of the infection, but I'm afraid anything she touches must be burned."
"Even Miss Molly?" asked Arthur.
"Yes, especially the doll. It may have thousands of contagious germs on it.
"And also, you may not let anyone it here. It is very dangerous for the children and you too!"
Eventually, Ginny got better. But she wouldn't let go of Miss Molly. So one night, when little Ginny was sleeping; Molly Weasly snuck in and took Miss Molly.
"MUMMY! MUMMY!" The next morning, Ginny ran down the stairs, yelling. "MUMMY!"
"What is it Ginny?"
"Have you seen Miss Molly? I know I went to sleep with her last night."
"Gin-bear, I have something important to tell you," said her father.
"What is it daddy?" she asked, staring up at him with big, hopeful eyes.
"Well dear, we had to take Miss Molly."
"Why?"
"She was full of germs that could get you sick again," said her brother Percy.
"She was?" asked Ginny.
"Yes Ginny," said her father. "So dear, we had to burn Miss Molly."
"What?"
Tears started to well up in her eyes.
"Daddy, how could you? Miss Molly was my best friend!"
Her mummy knelt down next to her. "Dear, you'll have more friends. And more dollies."
Ginny stomped her foot. "But I don't want a new dolly! I WANT MISS MOLLY!"
Ginny sat down and cried. She hit her fists on the floor and kicked her legs. She screamed. Finally, after realizing no one was paying attention, she got up.
"I HATE YOU!" she screamed at them. "BECAUSE OF YOU, MY CHILDHOOD IS OVER!"
With that, she stomped up to her room. And that is how Ginny Weasly's childhood ended.