Oh yes, there was something about her that wasn't quite right. Everyone knew that. Even Molly. A mother knows when her daughter isn't normal. When she was born; after causing her parents 48 hours of excruiating labor pains, Ginvera Weasley sent the nurses and Medi-Witchs screaming down the hall. Molly and Arthur tried to pretend thier baby girl was okay. They pretended she cried, like babies are supposed to. The pretended her eyes were blue, like babies eyes were supposed to be. They pretended she slept, like all human beings are supposed to. When they took her home to the boys, they kept her away from the other children as much as possible. But those meddling twins...
Creeping up the rickety stairs one midnight to thier new baby sisters room, Fred and George whispered to eachother.
"Why do you think Mum doesn't want us near her?" Fred asked. Ever Molly had come home from the hospital, she had been acting strange; irratated and upset, jumping at the slightest noise, and stubbornly refused to let the boys see the new addition to the family.
"I dunno.. maybe she's got a baby cold or something." George shrugged. They pushed open the door quietly.
"We better not wake her up, Mum'll get real mad." Fred hissed as he shut the door behind him, his brother already peeking into the crib.
"Fred...she's not asleep. Hurry, come look!" Georges voice was filled with wonder and something that resembled fear. Fred came over, and glanced in. There lay a perfectly gorgesous baby girl, with creamy white skin and pale pink lips. Her head was covered in a soft layer of dark auburn hair and she was staring up at them with a knowing look. Her eyes were completely black, and in the moonlight that shone from the window, they gleamed with malice. The boys stared back... not sure what to think or do. Suddenly the baby smiled, a smile that lit up thier hearts. She reached up with her chubby hands and grabbed thier fingers. A swift electric shock swam through the connection, making them both jump. They glanced at eachother, scared out of thier minds, but a calming voice, seemingly in thier heads, spoke to them in a hushed, breeze like tone.
"Don't be scared. Everything is changing now boys. It's going to be alright. Trust me."