Ginevra
She was growing into puberty and living then with her two parents and six brothers in a ramshackle house a little ways outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole. The old house was held together by strings and magic, with a rickety staircase rambling unevenly through its six tottering stories. A grandfather clock with a face of gold spoons stood in the sitting room, a ghoul inhabited the attic above a hatch in the ceiling and sometimes bothered to bang the pipes at night, the flower bed was overrun by weeds and garden gnomes, and the yard beyond it until the hedge was littered with chickens and old Wellington boots. It was called simply "The Burrow" according a lopsided sign stuck into the ground next to a rusty cauldron, and beyond it was a barley field that led to an orchard where Ginny Weasley chose to install herself, kicking a beaten quaffle with her foot and crying softly behind the gnarled trees.
She was born Ginevra Molly Weasley, August 11, 1981, the youngest in her family and the first girl born to the Weasley clan in several generations. She had red hair and brown eyes, was in her experience the shortest person in Devon, if not England entirely, and was unfailingly deemed "too young" for everything from butterbeer to broomstick-riding. She played with old dolls and braided hair; she listened to the Weird Sisters and kept a careful watch on the Holyhead Harpies; she could hold her own at Exploding Snap but never at Wizard's Chess; she subscribed officially to Witch Weekly and unofficially to several of her brothers' Quidditch magazines; and she secretly stole rides on her brothers' broomsticks on clear nights and when no one was looking. Her closet was full of homemade clothes and hand-me-downs. Her room was small and bright and used to belong to her brother Charlie, and from the orchard she could see the crooked window that hung over her wobbly wood desk and into which Fred had once beaten a renegade quaffle, much to the exasperation of their mother.
Fred was thirteen now and had left for Hogwarts that morning along with George and Ron and Percy and Charlie and some black-haired boy they had met at King's Cross, and they would not be back until the Christmas Holidays in December.
And so their sister had said goodbye to another summer in the dying orchard beyond a dry field of gold, and on September 1, in the year 1991, for the first time in her ten years of existence, Ginny Weasley felt she was alone.