My second Harry Potter story. I do not own Harry Potter.
"Daddy!" Ginny squealed. "Tell me that story again! Please?" Ginny Weasley's 4 year old eyes looked up at her dad with a special twinkle in her eye that her dad, Arthur Weasley, could never resist. He had just finished telling her for the 37th time the story of the 'Boy Who Lived'.
He sighed "Okay, but this is the last time for the next week!"
"Half a week!" Ginny bartered. From having six brothers, she knew a lot about getting what she wanted.
"Fine. A long time ago, when you very little there was a mean man…." Mr. Weasley started, but got cut off.
"You forgot! He was more than just mean he was a mean, mean man!" Ginny exclaimed, positively confused why her father had forgotten this.
"I didn't forget. It's just that, it is past your bedtime and a little girl like you needs her sleep!" Mr. Weasley told his only daughter.
"I am not little!" Ginny said fiercely. "I am 4, you know!" She said, sitting bolt up-right in her bed and putting her hands on her hips. Another thing about having six brothers is that she knew how to stand up for herself.
"Well, 4 year old girls need their sleep, too!" Arthur Weasley said, trying to persuade her daughter into sleep.
"Well….if I got to bed right now, will you take me to Diagon Alley tomorrow and get me some of that 2-scoop strawberry and kiwi ice cream?" She asked hopefully. She turned on the puppy dog eyes. She had learned how to use them well.
"Okay. It will be fun. Just the two of us." Mr. Weasley said.
"And Fred! Fred, too! I want Fred to come! Fred, too?" Ginny asked. Fred was her favorite brother. He always made her laugh. Only her daddy and Fred could cheer her up when she was sad. And only Fred could make her feel better after she got hurt. He could always make her laugh. She remember one time, about two years ago, Ron got mad at her and threw mud at her and she started crying and no one could calm her down, until Fred came. He went back inside and got a pair of his mom's old high heels. He put them on and walked outside, and tripped. She immediately stopped crying. She pushed herself up and ran over to him and grabbed his legs and wouldn't let go.
"Fred, too. Now go to bed." Arthur told her. She immediately rolled over, grabbed her favorite doll and closed her eyes. Mr. Weasley stayed by her beside until he could hear her slow, even breaths meaning she was asleep. He quietly left her room and made his way down to the kitchen, where Molly, his wife, would be reading the Daily Prophet.
"I swear she is getting harder and harder to put to sleep as she is getting older." Arthur told his wife.
"Did she ask for you to tell her the Boy who lived story again?" Molly asked.
"Yes…I started, but then she asked that if she went to bed right away if I would take her to get some ice cream tomorrow." He said.
"Did she ask about Fred?" Molly asked, even though she already knew the answer.
"Of course." Arthur said.
The next day, Mr. Weasley took Fred and Ginny to get some ice cream. Ginny was giggling all day because Fred kept picking her up and swinging her around.
The next chapter will most likely be short. Review! They make me happy! And a happy author makes for a better story!
