I wake up bright and early in the morning to the sound of my Mum chastising my brothers and immediately start laughing. I made no effort to be quiet and it doesn't surprise me when my youngest brother, Ron, barges into my room and tackles me on my bed.

I giggle in between sharp breaths as he attacks me with tickles to my sides, "Shove off, you troll!"

"Never!" I attempt to kick at his legs while writhing around in an attempt to get him away. It isn't a kick that stops him, though. While wiggling around my hand accidentally connects with his face and he backs off of me. I take the opening to push him onto the floor and grab my wand. I point the wand in-between his eyes, making a very overdone serious face.

"Do you not remember how proficient I was at the bat-bogey curse?" Ron quickly raises his hands in surrender.

"Alright, you've got me, you terrifying sorceress, you!" I can't contain myself and I laugh until I'm keeling over and tears find their way out again. I raise my head to see Ron attempting to pick himself up off of the floor and laugh at the same time and begin to laugh even harder.

Ron and I eventually calm down when George spontaneously bursts through the door with a very stern look on his face and a stance that is similar to that of how Mum stands. "Now, Ginny dearest, that's no way to treat your brother. What will we ever do with you?" George says in a high-pitched voice.

I begin laughing all over again which leads Ron into more bouts of chuckles which he attempts to suppress. George looks at us smugly and shakes his head. "Children," he states, walking out of the room. "Breakfast is ready!" He shouts in the high-pitched voice again.

Ron begins to push himself up when I quickly push him back down and run past him. "Damn sisters!" He bellows as I run down the stairs. I can smell my Mum's cooking as soon as I get into the room.

"Morning, Ginny!" A chorus of gingers yell from the dining room table.

"Good morning!" I shout back. I hear Ron thump down the stairs and turn to face him, "Hey, where is-" Ron points to a nearby room and I walk past the table to it. I can hear the soft tone of Hermione's voice from behind the door.

"Come on, Rose, you don't have to tuck in all of your stuffed animals. I don't think your baby aracumantula toy will be upset."

"But Muuuummy!" I hear a little girl's voice protest.

"Come on, honey. Let's go." Hermione opens the door to my cheerful face, "Ginny!"

"'Mione! How are you?"

"Wonderful! Hey, Rose, Hugo, come here! Come meet your Aunt Ginevra."

"Oh, Merlin, don't you dare let them call me that," I protest. All of a sudden I feel two little kids wrap their arms around my waist.