The Untold Story of the Weasley Daughter

"Ginny! Wake up!" her mother shouted, eyes bulging, before slamming the door to her room. Why was her mother waking her up at this ungodly hour? Her mother was in a bad mood, clearly. What had those prats Fred and George done now? Gotten into trouble, which only made their mum mad at all of them. That could be the only reason she was so mad. She walked out sleepily down the stairs to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. She looked at the table to her 3 red headed brothers and one head of black spiky hair facing away from her. Black hair? I know that black hair! She thought to herself.

Harry potter had come to stay at the Burrow for the rest of the summer.

He turned around halfway in his seat, her usual seat, and said,

"Hullo, are you going to be attending this year Hogwarts as well?"

Clearly they had been talking about school, and he assumed she had heard that part of their conversation. Her mind was wiped clean when he looked her straight in the eyes, with those beautiful bottle green ones he had. She couldn't respond, and after a second of not being able to spit out a simple "yes, I will be," she bolted up the rickety stairs, throwing the door to her room opened and closed on its rusty hinges. She took her worn pillow in hand and screamed into it

"Why am I such a idiot? He looked right at me, spoke to me, bloody hell, and I couldn't even say 'yes.' He's probably down there thinking I'm such a arse." She sat there talking to herself for quite a while. After 10 minutes, she collected her thoughts, and braved going downstairs again.

She tiptoed down the creaky stairs and peeked around the corner when she got to the bottom. Good, she thought to herself. Mum had already sent them out to de-gnome the garden. She sat at the window quietly, looking out on their weedy garden as her 3 brothers showed Harry Potter how to de-gnome a garden.