Title: Love From a Brother

Author: Pantaliamon

Disclaimer: Ginny and Co. do not belong to me. All of them belong to J.K. Rowling, or Warner Bros. No money is being made off this.



I heaved the heavy, leather-bound photo album down from its shelf. It was hard. The pictures must have been a little smashed. I sat down on the couch, balancing it on my knee. It fell off, and lipped open to reveal a giant photo. I smiled. It was Harry's parents. His mother, smiling and waving, and his father, his hair messy and his brown eyes sparkling. And there was my Harry, a baby, but laughing and waving all the same. I smiled and flipped the page. I laughed at the next picture. The Yule Ball in my third year. The year of the TriWizard Tournament. I saw myself with Neville, smiling. "Gin?" I heard a voice and looked up. There was Ron, my brother, standing in the doorway. "Whatcha doing?"

"Looking through some pictures, Ron. Come and see." I invited him to sit down next to me, and look through the album. He flipped the page. There were Ron and I, smiling and holding hands. I must have been about three, because I didn't remember the picture being taken. Ron was showing me how to work the train set. The picture below that was obviously a Christmas. I was eight, Ron, nine. Fred and George were home for Christmas from school.

"Look at this one!" Ron exclaimed. It was of Harry and him, playing a ruthless game of chess. I could see the castle waving at me. I smiled.

"Easter Break, remember? When Charlie ate that tarantula that Fred gave him?" I asked, chuckling. The next few pages contained pictures of Bill, Charlie and Percy, Mum's boys. Then, there were the pictures of Fred and George, her other boys, the ones that she worked so hard on. Then, it came to Ron and I. I realized, as we grew, that Ron and I became more distant. Before he left for school, before he met Harry and Hermione, I was the center of his life. He even told me so.

"I love you so much, Gin. I'll miss you when I go to school," he had said. He had only sent me four owls before he stopped writing. When I heard about him getting beat up by that chess set, I cried. But he never consoled me. So I stopped caring.

"Scared about tomorrow?" he asked me, flipping the page to reveal his wedding picture. Hermione was the bride, Ron was the groom. It had been a perfect wedding. I hoped that mine would be the same.

"Not really. Just nervous I guess," I said, shaking my head. Ron nodded. Then, he sighed and spoke.

"I love you so much, Gin. I'll miss you when you go," he said. I looked up. He was grinning at me.

"Really?" I asked. He nodded. I threw my arms around his neck and he held me close. My brother had repeated those same words to me. Once more. And tomorrow, I wouldn't be Virginia Anne Weasley. I would be Virginia Anne Potter. But, for my last day of being a Weasley, I knew that all I wanted was love from my brother. Virginia Anne Potter can wait.