Dreams
Molly Weasley had always wanted a baby girl. Someone she could dress up in pretty dresses and give advice to. Of course, she loved her boys to bits. But herself, being the only female in a family of eight was hard sometimes. When she finally got her wish, she realised that Ginevra Molly Weasley was not like anything she expected. She was even better.
Ginny's heroes were her brothers. She'd follow them around like a shadow. She would always pester Bill and Charlie to teach her how to play Quidditch. Ginny was Fred and George's favourite accomplice in crime and enjoyed pranking with her, much to the disapproval of their mother. Percy was her favourite story-teller. And Ron was her best friend, they were inseparable. And being his only daughter, Ginny was obviously Daddy's little girl.
Ginny had a rather nasty temper. Her first accidental magic was when she turned Ron's hair blue, when Ron and her had argued. She was particularly angry when her brothers wouldn't allow her to play with them because she was too young or because she'd get hurt. She barely cried. She preferred to wear boyish hand-me-downs rather than any feminine clothing too.
'Mummy?' Molly turned around from making breakfast, to see her five year old daughter looking downcast. 'Yes dear?' 'I don't want to be a girl anymore. Can I be a boy?' This was definitely not what she'd expected, which made her both concerned and amused. 'And why is that, Ginny?' She asked, straight faced. 'Boys have more fun. They play Quidditch. Ronnie says that girls don't play Quidditch.' She mumbled. Molly sighed, she knew the boys were rather protective of their baby sister, but this had gone a stretch. She knelt down so she was in eye level with her, 'Dear, girls can play Quidditch, just like boys can cook. Your brothers just don't want you to get hurt. They'll let you play when you're a bit older. You can be whatever you want when you're older.' 'Then I'll play Quidditch and I'll marry Harry Potter!' Molly tried not to chuckle, her daughter had the wildest of dreams, but she didn't want to burst her bubble, 'Of course you will, dear.'
Molly knew full well that Ginny snuck out and stole her brothers' brooms. She'd come back with cuts and bruises, but her steely determined expression would not waver in the slightest. At first she wanted to put an end to it, but she realised how much this meant to her little girl. Molly knew what it felt like, growing up with two brothers herself. So, she turned a blind eye although she made sure to cast a cushioning charm outside in the garden, just to be safe.
Seeing her baby girl grow up into a pretty, funny, stubborn and brave teenager, Molly knew that Ginny was something else entirely.
It had been a good life so far, even after the loss of her son, Fred. Molly had the pleasure of seeing her children grow up and later give her grandchildren. She couldn't have been more proud of her children.
She glanced up at the wall, looking at the newspaper clippings she hung up proudly over the years.
Ginny Weasley joins Holyhead Harpies!
Weasley has some moves! Wins the final!
Chosen One marries Quidditch Star!
Potter retires?! The real reason!
Welcome James Sirius Potter!
Molly Weasley smiled as she remembered the resilient five year old declaring she didn't want to be a girl anymore, the one who was convinced that she would win the heart of Harry Potter, the girl who snuck out to practice flying, the girl who braved the spirit of Tom Riddle and the girl who had proved them wrong again and again. It was safe to say that they could expect anything when it came to Ginevra Molly Weasley.
It just goes to show that even the wildest dreams can come true.
Author Note: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story.