A story that I saw fit to writing--Ginny Weasley's life story. The chapters will get longer as she get's older.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Recollections of Ginny
When I was born my whole family came out to celebrate. I was the first blood Weasley girl in several generations and it was a miracle that I even survived.
Being born premature—even in the wizarding world—is deadly. So when my mother started having contractions two and a half months early, the doctors in St. Mungo's told her there was no way she was going to have me that night. Well, doctors can't be right all the time, I suppose, because as soon as my mother had flewed home, her water broke.
My father was in a perpetual state of panic, I'm sure you can imagine what with five children running around and a year old baby. Auntie Elise had come and was watching them, but the twins were a handful themselves.
My mother later told me that dad was rushing to help her through the fireplace again but with Fred on one leg and George on the other, it was quite an amazing feet. After mum was through, she recalled that father had come through right after her with both twins still attached!
She said she would have laughed having been the situation a bit different. But it wasn't and I was on the way.
The doctors again told her that there was no way she was going to have me that night. The checking spell said she was only three centimeters dilated. Mum just about had a cow—but she had me instead.
Forty-six minutes later my mother said that if they didn't get her in the delivery room, she was having me right then and there. Now, I'm sure you can all imagine my mother's angry, irritated face. She was furious and pregnant with me on the way, not a safe combination.
So when my mother started screaming at the top of her lungs, the doctors panicked. My dad finally coaxed mum into letting the doctors check her dilation again.
She was now ten centimeters dilated. This is the precise time when a pregnant woman should start pushing.
The whole thing was utter chaos. Fred and George, the toddlers that they were, were running wild through the offices, tipping people over and causing general mayhem.
Finally it was all over and my mother lie there on there bed with her damp red hair sticking to her neck with me in her arms. Dad was holding her hand and staring lovingly down at the both of us.
But it didn't last for long. I was immediately taken away by the doctor in chief that was on staff. It was unsafe for me to be in the room with so many germs since I was premature. Mum said she cried for hours after they took me away.
While, I was nestled down in a warm yellow blanket somewhere else in the hospital, my parents were deciding on what they'd name me.
After several minutes of discussing it, they picked Ginevra. Ginevra was the name of one of my great-grandmothers. It meant survivor. And so it was christened that I be called Ginevra Molly Weasley.
It was about a day later when they got to take me home. Being born into the magical communities had its bonuses. They could tell whether or not a premature baby was stable or not a lot dater than any muggle device ever could.
Auntie Elise looked something dreadful when they got back momma recalled. She also confided in me later that Auntie Elise said that she'd never watch the boys alone again. Growing up with the lot of them, I can't say that I disagree with her.
So it was that on August 11, Ginevra Weasley was written into the Weasley Family Bible and that was where the trouble began.