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This is a H/G and R/H story, but this first chappie is more of a background, it gets fluffy in the next one, sorry! Read it anyways (
Thoughts are in 'marks' and things said aloud are in "marks"
Ginny stood at the fireplace in her living room, staring at one of the many photos on its mantle piece. It was her favourite photo, because it showed her laughing and dancing 'round and 'round in a field with a daisy-chain crown on her head, arms outstretched in a twirl with her father watching her nearby, a smile on his face showing that he was the luckiest man in the world.
What makes the photo special is that it doesn't move. It stays the same, never changing, and never altering Ginny's memory of that day. She remembered it clearly.
She had been four at the time, and Ginny was lonely.
Ron had started primary school at the local wizard pre-school where wizard kids learnt to read and write, so she was left alone, what with Fred, George and Percy at school during the days as well as Bill and Charlie off at Hogwarts.
Her mother was always too busy to play and her father was at the ministry seemingly 24/7, after several muggle attacks from followers of you-know- who, despite the fact you-know-you had disappeared four years before.
So Ginny would play outside by herself, sometimes playing make believe with dolls, and sometimes chasing the chickens around the yard or 'accidentally' leaving the latch off the pigpen and then riding the animals like a horse before her mum would come outside muttering and shooing the pigs back in and placing Ginny back in front of her dolls long discarded.
That particular day, however, Ginny decided she would go for a walk; the thought of asking her mother never even occurred to her. The strong willed-red haired four year old stood up out of the grass, placed the dolls she had been playing with on the ground and walked off in the direction of the local lake, before remembering that she wasn't allowed there without one of her brothers.
Turning around, something shiny caught her eye; something was in the grass! Running over to it, she realised it was just a daisy, but it had one of Charlie's failed attempts of trying to turn objects into gold spilled on it. (The previous summer Charlie had been trying to get rich quick to no avail, but that's another story.) Ginny plucked it from the ground and twirled it between her fingers. Humming to herself, Ginny noticed another gold splattered daisy...and another, and another, and another!
Scooping them up one by one Ginny followed the trail of daisies until she came to a big open field that her brothers would play with her in. Looking up from the ground, Ginny noticed that the trail had ended, but she didn't care, because now she had 11 shiny daisies, which was the perfect amount for a muggle craft called daisy chains that her cousin Eve had been teaching her, and she was pretty good for a 4 year old with chubby little fingers.
Sitting in the middle of the field, she set to work.
* * * * * * Meanwhile back at the ranch...I mean burrow (A/N: read The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn by Lamina court! Great story)
Mrs Weasley had just finished a load of washing and was going outside to put it on the line, when she realised she was a witch...lol j/k, she had just finished putting a load of washing in the laundry sink, when she realised it was time for morning tea. Walking into the adjoined kitchen, she pointed her wand at the old kettle and heard the familiar whistle of boiling water. Reaching up into the cupboard, she brought out a battered tin of biscuits and placed them on the kitchen table. Pointing at the fridge with her wand, the jug of milk flew out and poured a glass for Ginny before flying back away. Pouring hot water into the waiting mug, Mrs Weasley added a tea bag and went to call Ginny in from outside. Walking to the open door, she called out. "G-I-I-I-N-N-Y, MORNING T-E-A-A-A-A!" and walked back in and say down to her tea.
Noting the lack of appearance from her daughter, she went outside and saw Ginny's discarded doll lying in the grass, smiling up at her, arms at odd angles. 'I wonder where the little rascal could be...?' She walked around the house to the pigpen to find three happy pigs looking at her, their gate safely closed and locked. Getting a little worried; she called again, this time louder. "GINN-Y-Y-Y?!? WHERE ARE YOU?!?" 'I wonder if she's gone to the lake...no, she knows she's not allowed there....Oh dear!' thought Mrs Weasley worriedly, rushing towards the lake where Ginny had previously lost the ribbon from her hair, unknowingly. Mrs Weasley gasped as she saw the pink ribbon in the grass and rushed to the lake.
When she got there, all she saw was a peaceful lake, with the occasional Glumbumble buzzing around. Leaning on a tree to catch her breath, she recollected her thoughts. 'She's not here, she's not with the pigs, she's not anywhere! I'll go get Arthur, he'll know what to do.'
Apparating back to the burrow with a crack, she threw some floo powder into the empty fireplace and waited for the green flames. "The ministry of Magic HQ" And with that, she was gone.
* * * * * *
Ginny watched a rabbit hop by and she began to sing a nursery rhyme her mother sang to her:
Mr bunny rabbit, Mr bunny rabbit, Where do you go? You flop and hop and bop a lot, Without a thread of clothes.
Mrs bunny is at home alone, Looking after your small clan, Why don't you hop your tail away And give your wife a hand!
Looking at her nearly finished chain, she thought she heard something, like her name. Looking back at the rabbit, she stared at it curiously. 'Surely rabbits can't talk!' Shaking her head, she threaded the last daisy stalk and held it up proudly. It was the first one she'd done by herself. Suddenly she heard the noise again, but there was something else too, like 'wharayew'. Staring at the rabbit, she was sure it could talk, "Well I'll be Mr Bunny, is that your name? Wharayew? Well it's nice to meet you! You're the first talking bunny I've ever met!" Abruptly, the bunny hopped away, its cottontail in the air.
"Hang on Mr B...Wharayew! Don't leave! Let's talk some more!" Even though she and the bunny had never really 'conversed' as such, she felt like he was her only friend.
Jumping up, her daisy chain lay forgotten on the grass as she chased after err...Wharayew.
Wharayew hopped quickly, and Ginny was soon out of breath. Looking around, she saw she was in a strange field that she had never seen before. Everything was unfamiliar to Ginny, she felt scared and lonely and did as many other scared four year olds would do and sat down and began to cry.
* * * * * *
Mr Weasley was out of his office but Cheshire Fawcett, one of Arthur's co- workers, told Molly that she could find him at 18 Blake Street, London, where there had been reports of enchanted cameras.
Molly found herself out the front of an old block of flats, without a person in sight. Rushing up the steps, she knocked hurriedly on the door. An old man opened it and let her in, showing her to a set of stairs towards the back of the hallway.
Hastening up the stairs, she turned to the third door on the left, which the man has said in a dazed voice, 'A memory charm' thought Mrs Weasley, three men in cloaks had entered not five minutes before her.
She opened the door and bustled in, ignoring the other two men. She hurried straight to Arthur Weasley, who was holding one of the aforementioned cameras.
'Uh, hello Molly dear, it's awfully nice of you to visit me at work but we're rather bus..." Molly cut him off, "I know, I know, but I need your help, It's Ginny, you've got to come home Arthur, she's missing!" "Missing? Oh dear, listen, hate to do this to you Arti, Bert, but I've got to go." "I understand Arthur," said Bert, "I've got a youngen of my own, it's ok, this is routine, we'll cover for you, just hurry up and find her ok?" "Thanks Bert, knew I could count on you." Said Arthur, giving his friends a grateful smile. "come on Arthur" said Molly, tugging on his sleeve, and they apparated back to the burrow.
Standing in the yard, Molly began to explain: "I came out to get her for her morning tea but she wasn't there. I checked all her usual places like the pigpen, but I couldn't find her. I even checked the lake, because I found this on the path towards it," holding up the ribbon, she went on, "but all was quiet." "Well have you tried a tracking charm?" "Oh Merlin, no, I completely forgot about magic!" "Never mind dear," he said, patting her arm, "I'll do one now, you go make a cup of tea." So Molly went inside to re-boil the kettle whilst Arthur did the charm.
"Trackius Ginny" And a slight silver mist flowed from his wand and began to form a path, which headed to the lake, but then turned around and twisted to a field next the house where the kids played after school. Luckily the charm Mr Weasley had chosen only showed where the person had been that day, so there was only the one line.
Walking through the field with large strides, he noticed that the mist formed a blob in the middle of the field. Next to the blob was a delicate daisy crown, which he picked up and went on. Three fields and a pasture later, Mr Weasley saw the crumpled flame-haired figure of his baby girl lying on the ground crying. Running to her, he set the long forgotten camera in his hand on a tree stump and enveloped Ginny in a hug.
"Oh daddy!" wailed Ginny, "I was lost and *sob* Wharayew's gone and I was *sob* alone and scared and *sob*" "Sssh, it's ok now Ginny, and I believe this is yours?" he asked, gently placing the crown of golden daisies on his daughters' head. "Thankyou daddy, thankyou for finding me, let's go home now." "Okay, but who was Wharayew?" "Oh, my talking rabbit friend, but he's gone now." "ahh, did you sing him this?
"Mr bunny rabbit, Mr bunny rabbit, Where do you go? You flop and hop and bop a lot, Without a thread of clothes.
Mrs bunny is at home alone, Looking after your small clan, Why don't you hop your tail away And give your wife a hand!"
"You know it?" And Ginny Weasley got up and began to twirl in time with her fathers' voice, and kept on going even after he had repeated it three times, but Arthur Weasley didn't mind, because his beautiful happy daughter was there in front of him, dancing a wonderful dance to herself, which made him swell with pride.
A soft click told him that the bewitched camera had taken a photo and drew him out of his reverie. "Come on Gin, let's go home" and he picked up her, grabbed the camera and walked home with her sitting on his shoulders like a queen.
* * * * * *
Ginny fingered the frame on the mantle piece, as the familiar loneliness from 11 years before washed over her. Harry Potter was coming to the burrow today, which meant that Ron would have no time for her, and Hermione Granger, Ron and Harry's best friend, was coming tomorrow, completing the threesome.
Sighing, Ginny turned away to go to her room when she heard a crackle, pop and thud as Harry Potter arrived in her living room.
Tada! That was chapter one folks! Hope you enjoyed it; it took forever to type up. I know Molly was a bit OOC but she was just stressed about the possibility of losing her only daughter....*cough* yes, that was it ( Anywho, coming up in the next chapter...you got it! Harry
Review! 'cause this is the first fic I've put up on ff.net so I need to feel loved :P
This is a H/G and R/H story, but this first chappie is more of a background, it gets fluffy in the next one, sorry! Read it anyways (
Thoughts are in 'marks' and things said aloud are in "marks"
Ginny stood at the fireplace in her living room, staring at one of the many photos on its mantle piece. It was her favourite photo, because it showed her laughing and dancing 'round and 'round in a field with a daisy-chain crown on her head, arms outstretched in a twirl with her father watching her nearby, a smile on his face showing that he was the luckiest man in the world.
What makes the photo special is that it doesn't move. It stays the same, never changing, and never altering Ginny's memory of that day. She remembered it clearly.
She had been four at the time, and Ginny was lonely.
Ron had started primary school at the local wizard pre-school where wizard kids learnt to read and write, so she was left alone, what with Fred, George and Percy at school during the days as well as Bill and Charlie off at Hogwarts.
Her mother was always too busy to play and her father was at the ministry seemingly 24/7, after several muggle attacks from followers of you-know- who, despite the fact you-know-you had disappeared four years before.
So Ginny would play outside by herself, sometimes playing make believe with dolls, and sometimes chasing the chickens around the yard or 'accidentally' leaving the latch off the pigpen and then riding the animals like a horse before her mum would come outside muttering and shooing the pigs back in and placing Ginny back in front of her dolls long discarded.
That particular day, however, Ginny decided she would go for a walk; the thought of asking her mother never even occurred to her. The strong willed-red haired four year old stood up out of the grass, placed the dolls she had been playing with on the ground and walked off in the direction of the local lake, before remembering that she wasn't allowed there without one of her brothers.
Turning around, something shiny caught her eye; something was in the grass! Running over to it, she realised it was just a daisy, but it had one of Charlie's failed attempts of trying to turn objects into gold spilled on it. (The previous summer Charlie had been trying to get rich quick to no avail, but that's another story.) Ginny plucked it from the ground and twirled it between her fingers. Humming to herself, Ginny noticed another gold splattered daisy...and another, and another, and another!
Scooping them up one by one Ginny followed the trail of daisies until she came to a big open field that her brothers would play with her in. Looking up from the ground, Ginny noticed that the trail had ended, but she didn't care, because now she had 11 shiny daisies, which was the perfect amount for a muggle craft called daisy chains that her cousin Eve had been teaching her, and she was pretty good for a 4 year old with chubby little fingers.
Sitting in the middle of the field, she set to work.
* * * * * * Meanwhile back at the ranch...I mean burrow (A/N: read The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn by Lamina court! Great story)
Mrs Weasley had just finished a load of washing and was going outside to put it on the line, when she realised she was a witch...lol j/k, she had just finished putting a load of washing in the laundry sink, when she realised it was time for morning tea. Walking into the adjoined kitchen, she pointed her wand at the old kettle and heard the familiar whistle of boiling water. Reaching up into the cupboard, she brought out a battered tin of biscuits and placed them on the kitchen table. Pointing at the fridge with her wand, the jug of milk flew out and poured a glass for Ginny before flying back away. Pouring hot water into the waiting mug, Mrs Weasley added a tea bag and went to call Ginny in from outside. Walking to the open door, she called out. "G-I-I-I-N-N-Y, MORNING T-E-A-A-A-A!" and walked back in and say down to her tea.
Noting the lack of appearance from her daughter, she went outside and saw Ginny's discarded doll lying in the grass, smiling up at her, arms at odd angles. 'I wonder where the little rascal could be...?' She walked around the house to the pigpen to find three happy pigs looking at her, their gate safely closed and locked. Getting a little worried; she called again, this time louder. "GINN-Y-Y-Y?!? WHERE ARE YOU?!?" 'I wonder if she's gone to the lake...no, she knows she's not allowed there....Oh dear!' thought Mrs Weasley worriedly, rushing towards the lake where Ginny had previously lost the ribbon from her hair, unknowingly. Mrs Weasley gasped as she saw the pink ribbon in the grass and rushed to the lake.
When she got there, all she saw was a peaceful lake, with the occasional Glumbumble buzzing around. Leaning on a tree to catch her breath, she recollected her thoughts. 'She's not here, she's not with the pigs, she's not anywhere! I'll go get Arthur, he'll know what to do.'
Apparating back to the burrow with a crack, she threw some floo powder into the empty fireplace and waited for the green flames. "The ministry of Magic HQ" And with that, she was gone.
* * * * * *
Ginny watched a rabbit hop by and she began to sing a nursery rhyme her mother sang to her:
Mr bunny rabbit, Mr bunny rabbit, Where do you go? You flop and hop and bop a lot, Without a thread of clothes.
Mrs bunny is at home alone, Looking after your small clan, Why don't you hop your tail away And give your wife a hand!
Looking at her nearly finished chain, she thought she heard something, like her name. Looking back at the rabbit, she stared at it curiously. 'Surely rabbits can't talk!' Shaking her head, she threaded the last daisy stalk and held it up proudly. It was the first one she'd done by herself. Suddenly she heard the noise again, but there was something else too, like 'wharayew'. Staring at the rabbit, she was sure it could talk, "Well I'll be Mr Bunny, is that your name? Wharayew? Well it's nice to meet you! You're the first talking bunny I've ever met!" Abruptly, the bunny hopped away, its cottontail in the air.
"Hang on Mr B...Wharayew! Don't leave! Let's talk some more!" Even though she and the bunny had never really 'conversed' as such, she felt like he was her only friend.
Jumping up, her daisy chain lay forgotten on the grass as she chased after err...Wharayew.
Wharayew hopped quickly, and Ginny was soon out of breath. Looking around, she saw she was in a strange field that she had never seen before. Everything was unfamiliar to Ginny, she felt scared and lonely and did as many other scared four year olds would do and sat down and began to cry.
* * * * * *
Mr Weasley was out of his office but Cheshire Fawcett, one of Arthur's co- workers, told Molly that she could find him at 18 Blake Street, London, where there had been reports of enchanted cameras.
Molly found herself out the front of an old block of flats, without a person in sight. Rushing up the steps, she knocked hurriedly on the door. An old man opened it and let her in, showing her to a set of stairs towards the back of the hallway.
Hastening up the stairs, she turned to the third door on the left, which the man has said in a dazed voice, 'A memory charm' thought Mrs Weasley, three men in cloaks had entered not five minutes before her.
She opened the door and bustled in, ignoring the other two men. She hurried straight to Arthur Weasley, who was holding one of the aforementioned cameras.
'Uh, hello Molly dear, it's awfully nice of you to visit me at work but we're rather bus..." Molly cut him off, "I know, I know, but I need your help, It's Ginny, you've got to come home Arthur, she's missing!" "Missing? Oh dear, listen, hate to do this to you Arti, Bert, but I've got to go." "I understand Arthur," said Bert, "I've got a youngen of my own, it's ok, this is routine, we'll cover for you, just hurry up and find her ok?" "Thanks Bert, knew I could count on you." Said Arthur, giving his friends a grateful smile. "come on Arthur" said Molly, tugging on his sleeve, and they apparated back to the burrow.
Standing in the yard, Molly began to explain: "I came out to get her for her morning tea but she wasn't there. I checked all her usual places like the pigpen, but I couldn't find her. I even checked the lake, because I found this on the path towards it," holding up the ribbon, she went on, "but all was quiet." "Well have you tried a tracking charm?" "Oh Merlin, no, I completely forgot about magic!" "Never mind dear," he said, patting her arm, "I'll do one now, you go make a cup of tea." So Molly went inside to re-boil the kettle whilst Arthur did the charm.
"Trackius Ginny" And a slight silver mist flowed from his wand and began to form a path, which headed to the lake, but then turned around and twisted to a field next the house where the kids played after school. Luckily the charm Mr Weasley had chosen only showed where the person had been that day, so there was only the one line.
Walking through the field with large strides, he noticed that the mist formed a blob in the middle of the field. Next to the blob was a delicate daisy crown, which he picked up and went on. Three fields and a pasture later, Mr Weasley saw the crumpled flame-haired figure of his baby girl lying on the ground crying. Running to her, he set the long forgotten camera in his hand on a tree stump and enveloped Ginny in a hug.
"Oh daddy!" wailed Ginny, "I was lost and *sob* Wharayew's gone and I was *sob* alone and scared and *sob*" "Sssh, it's ok now Ginny, and I believe this is yours?" he asked, gently placing the crown of golden daisies on his daughters' head. "Thankyou daddy, thankyou for finding me, let's go home now." "Okay, but who was Wharayew?" "Oh, my talking rabbit friend, but he's gone now." "ahh, did you sing him this?
"Mr bunny rabbit, Mr bunny rabbit, Where do you go? You flop and hop and bop a lot, Without a thread of clothes.
Mrs bunny is at home alone, Looking after your small clan, Why don't you hop your tail away And give your wife a hand!"
"You know it?" And Ginny Weasley got up and began to twirl in time with her fathers' voice, and kept on going even after he had repeated it three times, but Arthur Weasley didn't mind, because his beautiful happy daughter was there in front of him, dancing a wonderful dance to herself, which made him swell with pride.
A soft click told him that the bewitched camera had taken a photo and drew him out of his reverie. "Come on Gin, let's go home" and he picked up her, grabbed the camera and walked home with her sitting on his shoulders like a queen.
* * * * * *
Ginny fingered the frame on the mantle piece, as the familiar loneliness from 11 years before washed over her. Harry Potter was coming to the burrow today, which meant that Ron would have no time for her, and Hermione Granger, Ron and Harry's best friend, was coming tomorrow, completing the threesome.
Sighing, Ginny turned away to go to her room when she heard a crackle, pop and thud as Harry Potter arrived in her living room.
Tada! That was chapter one folks! Hope you enjoyed it; it took forever to type up. I know Molly was a bit OOC but she was just stressed about the possibility of losing her only daughter....*cough* yes, that was it ( Anywho, coming up in the next chapter...you got it! Harry
Review! 'cause this is the first fic I've put up on ff.net so I need to feel loved :P