Disclaimer: I own not Harry Potter
A/N: I know it's not really important to the story but my birthday is coming up!! YAY... lol
A gift from Ginny
The sun began to set upon The Burrow and Mrs Weasley had given up the notion of making dinner, seeing as no one would eat it anyway. Fred finally came out of his room to face the family. No one dared look at Fred except Ginny, who had a defiant look on her face, almost as if to say, 'I'm not going to look at the floor just because you look like George.'
'Hey kid.' He croaked while ruffling her hair roughly.
'How are you dear? Did you sleep well?' His mother asked.
'Yea. Fine.' He replied. Ginny pulled him away and looked at him seriously.
'Aren't you going to ask mom any time soon?'
'Ask her what?' He said looking rather uninterested.
'The clock hand.'
'Oh... That.' He muttered hoarsely. He walked over to Mrs Weasley and whispered in her ear. She shook her head solemnly to indicate that she had no idea where the clock hand was. He looked at her with stone cold eyes and sat at the dinner table, well away from everyone and put his face in his hands.
Quietly, Ginny crept up the stairs with a long thin box in her hand and headed for Fred and Georges' room. She pushed the door open and stared at the mess. She placed the box on Fred's bed and tip-toed out of the room.
Fred stumbled into his bedroom and saw a little box placed neatly in the middle of his bed. He grabbed it and opened it hastily. He found a long thin piece of metal. A clock hand. He gasped and a small smile appeared on his face. He found a note and read it.
Dear Fred,
I know you're going through a tough time right now, we all are. I'm sorry if I haven't been there for you in the past. I just wanted to let you know that if you ever need to talk to any one you can always come to me. Don't let the family get you down.
Love
Ginny.
For the first time in many years he fully appreciated Ginny being his sister.