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It was 5 past midnight. The streets of the magical village were silent. A baby girl slept peacefully in her crib. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the footsteps of a group of men in black. In the silence, they echoed like cannon shots fired rapidly. But the whole street was asleep, and no one heard.

The men approached a house and to their luck, it was unlocked. The leader of the group commanded the men to sneak in, grab something, and sneak out. The rest of the robbers nodded, and tip-toed into the house.

One man carelessly wondered into a baby's nursery. Seeing nothing valuable, he started searching. But hearing their leader's whispered warning that one of the house owners was waking up, he hastily grabbed the nearest thing - a bundle of blankets in the crib, and raced out. Back at their hide-out, (an old, abandoned farm shed) the lead robber inspected what each robber had stolen.

He went around one by one, and when he came to the man with the bundle of blankets, he yelled 'WHAT is this, Mr. Dumb ***! Couldn't you have stolen something more VALUABLE then this bundle of BLANKETS?'. After he yelled, the robbers heard the sound of a baby crying. 'What is that noise?', each one wondered. The one who picked up the blankets started to un-bundle them. When he was done, everyone peered over his shoulder to see what was inside.

'It's a baby!' he cried out. 'Yeah, what, a girl or a boy!' someone else said. 'Well, it's not like I WANT to check!' the bundle robber said. 'Come on, Mitchell. Open the nappy!' So he did. It was a little baby girl. Suddenly the baby girl looked up at the robbers and started crying. Instantly, a rather large rememberall the thieves had stolen floated to the young girl, who grabbed it and giggled. The thieves were very surprised, not to mention scared. The leader said to all the robbers, 'What are we going to do with this, thing?' They all shook their heads, not knowing. Someone called out, 'Let's just dump it on the street somewhere!' 'Yeah!' 'Fine, whatever.' So they walked out and dumped the poor little thing on the street.

It was not until early next morning that anyone came walking down the street. Molly and Arthur Weasley were going on a morning stroll (they were relying on their oldest son, Bill, to look after his brothers) when they sighted the bundle. To be honest, it wasn't really hard to see, something colourful that was dumped on a dull, grey, boring footpath.

Molly picked up the bundle, and cooed at the baby inside. "The poor thing! What happened to you?" The baby babbled, and Molly felt a slight pull on the watch she was wearing.

"My goodness, she's magical!" she exclaimed.

Arthur stared quizzically at the baby girl, who was now smiling a toothless smile at them. "What do we do with her?" he asked. "We can't just leave her here."

"Simple." replied Molly. "We take her in."

AN: Hiya guys! What do you think? This was written by me and my bestie Smeegs. The somewhat serious parts are by me, while the slight touch on humour is in courtesy of Smeegs. We've had this written for ages, but I thought it seemed a bit out of place, and only today I thought, 'Let's just post this anyway and see what people think.' So, if anyone wants us to continue, we will, but if not, this story will most likely be abandoned (like my others, I'm sorry to say) Soooooo, if you do want to hear more about the truth behind Ginny's heritage, please let us know through reviews!