Ginevra Molly Weasley

One.

Charlie was her favourite brother- the cool, sophisticated one, who played with dragons. It was Fred who gave her the nickname Ginny though: and that made it hurt mor

Two.

When Harry broke up with her, she promised herself she wouldn't cry.

Months later, when he tells her he's sorry, she lies. She says she was sad, but, so she says, she got through it.

She never tells him of the months she spent with a hollow ache somewhere about her heart.

And she forgives him, of course. He is her husband, her lover, her saviour.

Three.

She's always somewhat annoyed with her patronus- a horse?! She's envious of Harry's stag, Hermione's otter, and most of all, Cho's elegant swan.

In the Battle, her massive, glorious, strong horse saves countless allies from the Dementor's petrifying kiss.

Four.

She knows what it means to Harry to name his kids after people he knew and loved. And yet. After James Sirius and Albus Severus, she puts her foot down, and tells Harry she will name their third child. When their only girl is born, they notice her eyes. They are a chocolate brown, but, if you looked closely, you could see little specks of green in there. With her vivid red tufts of hair, the new baby is the spitting image of her long dead grandmother.

And her expression- it is one of an almost Buddha like tranquillity. It reminds Ginny of one of her dearest friends.

She smiles, and says 'I choose Lily. Lily Luna.'

And when, hours later, the green specks vanish, she never knows if they were really there... or if, when you wish for something enough, you can convince yourself it's there.

Five.

She has always hated being the youngest. She was always the last at everything, the weakest, the smallest; the member of the family that needed the most protection.

That is why she loved being in Dumbledore's Army. She could protect herself, she could protect her friends, her family, but most of all; she wasn't treated like a baby.

As a child she was sheltered from the world.

As a teenager she fought it.

Six.

Before she was eleven, Ginny was never particularly brave. Bossy, talkative, outgoing, friendly, yes. But she'd never really had the opportunity to be brave.

She always credits the day she stood up to Draco Malfoy, in Diagon Alley, when he insulted Harry.

Seven.

She hates her full name. Ginevra is so terribly long and proper. Most people don't know that 'Ginny' isn't her real name.

The few who do know never to call her by it, unless they fancy being on the receiving end of one of her infamous Bat-Bogey hexes.

Eight.

She loves Harry. But they are both so young, their whole life's are ahead of them, and she needs to finish her schooling anyway.

So when he proposes, in the months after the battle, she smiles. And says no.

Two years later, she wears his ring proudly.

Nine.

When she was younger, she met a strange girl. Her name slipped off the tongue, and out of the brain easily. Her hair was the colour of sunshine and buttercups and her eyes could look right through you into your soul.

Years later, Luna Lovegood is her daughters godmother.

Ten.

Fighting never scared her. Maybe it was because her whole family were born fighters, maybe it was just expected of her.

For whatever reason, when she was ducking and throwing jinxes she was calm and serene. She could tell you exactly what her next move was going to be, her strategies, her moves. She fought with her head, not her heart.

She hated it when the battle was over, and everyone's hearts were laid bare. She hated the emotions, all the slippery sentiments, the look on a mother, or sister, or brother when they realised their loved one was dead and gone.

She hated not being in control.

Eleven.

The day Hermione is engaged to Ron, she marches up to her, and tells her if she ever does anything at all to hurt Ron, Hermione will have to answer to her.

She is a fiercely protective little sister.

After all, she failed Fred.