Six-year-old Ginny Weasley sat with her brother, Ron, paging through a big book entitled The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts that belonged to their brother Percy.
"Why did you want me to bring this to you, Ginny?" Ron asked curiously, "It's too hard for you to read! Look at the size of it!"
"I can read Ron!" Ginny exclaimed impatiently as she continued to flip through the book, clearly looking for something.
"I never said you couldn't read, I just meant it might be too difficult for you!" Ron explained rolling his eyes at his little sister.
"Yea, well I'm not going to read the whole thing, I'm just looking for the parts with Harry Potter in them!" Ginny said purposefully without even looking up.
Ron let out a huge sigh, "Again? Why are you so obsessed with him?"
"Because," Ginny picked up the book and settled it on her lap having found the desired section, "I'm going to marry him!"
"Harry Potter?" Ron laughed, "Ginny, the Chudley Cannons have a better chance of winning ten years in a row then you do of marrying Harry Potter!"
"Just you wait and see," Ginny stuck her tongue out at her brother making him laugh even harder.
"If you marry Harry Potter, I'll give you my broomstick, Gin," Ron promised as he walked away laughing, leaving his sister to her dreams.
Years later, an adult Ron felt someone tap his shoulder as he ate dinner at his sister's wedding. He whirled around to see Ginny, arm in arm with her new husband, and wearing a smirk upon her pretty face. "I'll take that broom now, Ron!"