Harry Potter, the Weasley family, and all associated characters and concepts belong to J.K. Rowling.

Thank you one and all for the reviews. Looks like I am deciding to continue this. That being said, IDEAS are always welcome. Even if it's about one of the other Weasley's rather than Ginny, I may find a way to work it in. And now, on with the fic.

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The boy could fly…. But he had no mother. She would learn to fly…almost like the boy who had no mother.

Ginny woke up all at once, the dream fading to the deepest recesses of her memory. Just as quickly, she remembered why today was special. Bill was home! Bill, her biggest brother who was even bigger than Charlie! And Mummy had said she could play with him all day!

Ginny wasted no time in getting up. She ran through the house like a miniature, but very loud, red-headed whirlwind, yelling "Bill's home! Bill's home! Bill's home! Get up, Bill's home!" But no one else was up yet. Not one to give up easily, Ginny ran into Bill and Charlie's room. "Bill, Bill, get up, you're home! We get to play today!"

Bill blinked, realized where he was and that the loud noise was his sister (who had been so sweet when she was falling asleep) and looked over at Charlie, who had also woken up. "Is she always this loud?" he inquired groggily.

"Nearly always."

"Great. Just what we need, Fred and George in one body."

"Tell me about it."

"All right, Ginny, all right. I'm getting up. I'm getting up. But Charlie and I have to get dressed. How about you go get Mum and Dad up, and then I'll be up."

"Ok!"

Charlie looked over at Bill as Ginny left the room. "Get Mum and Dad up? Bill, they're going to kill you!"

"No they won't. Not so long as I can make the rest of you behave." Charlie started to throw his pillow at Bill, then decided he'd rather keep it himself. "Besides," Bill grinned mischievously, "aren't you glad your big bwother is back? Did you miss me, baby Charlie?"

Charlie rolled his eyes and gave another thought to throwing his pillow at Bill. He had missed Bill, but he had also rather enjoyed being The big brother. But he also wanted to keep his pillow. "Bill," he said, "I missed you so much that I'm going to let you play with Ginny all by yourself."

"If you want. But I warn you, at Hogwarts you won't be able to sleep in all morning."

"Oh I know, I know. But I'm not at Hogwarts yet. But watch out for Ginny. She really is Fred and George in one body. Except that she's cuter."

Bill finished getting dressed and walked downstairs, to find a very impatient Ginny waiting for him. Mum and Dad weren't up yet.

"You're slow," said Ginny. "Play dwess-up. I'm the pwincess. You be the queen."

"Umm…can't I be the king?"

"Daddy's the king."

"Well, then shouldn't Mummy be the queen?"

"Mummy's Not Your Maid."

"What?" This was getting bizarre. Bill had seen a lot of things at Hogwarts, but nothing could have prepared him for this adorable, nearly-three-year-old sister repeating his mother's favorite phrase.

"Mummy says 'Charlie, Fwed, George, Won, I'm not your maid!' "

"Oh. What about Percy?"

"Percy doesn't make a mess."

Bill smiled to himself. It was good to know that some things didn't change. Always the responsible one, Percy.

"You're the queen. You wear the cape." Ginny indicated a bright pink square of cloth, with even brighter purple sparkles, that must have come from Mum's sewing basket. "And the cwown."

The crown looked like one of Mum's old hats. No, it looked like one of Great Aunt Tessie's hats. And it was covered in feathers. Feathers glued on at every angle imaginable. Green and lavender feathers. With sequins. "Umm, sure," said Bill. Sisters really were completely different from brothers.

It wasn't long before their parents came downstairs. Molly barely noticed the bizarre scene in front of her. She had seen stranger things. Arthur, however, couldn't quite keep from smiling at the sight of his brightly colored son playing nicely with Ginny's dolly. "Enjoying yourself, Bill?"

"Hello Daddy," Ginny cut in before Bill could answer. "You're the king, but you're away fighting giants now. Bill's the queen. He takes care of me."

"Right. Carry on, Queen Bill!" Arthur walked into the kitchen and kissed his wife on the cheek. "Looks like she's got Bill obeying every word. All these years, and we've finally figured out how to make the children do as they're told!"

Ron was the next person to come downstairs. "Won! You're the pwince!" Ron was about to ignore Ginny, but then saw that Ginny had Bill's full attention. Bill was the coolest. He'd play with Ginny, if it meant he got to play with Bill too.

Percy appeared next. The seven year old apparently saw nothing unusual about the scene that greeted him. Indeed, he seemed to know exactly what was going on. "I shall be the Minister," he intoned. Bill tried not to smile. He was sure Charlie had never been that solemn.

"No!" The objection came from Ron. "Bill's the best, and he doesn't need a Minister!"

Percy's lip trembled. Ron was his favorite sibling, and he hated being told off by anyone. Percy started to say something. Bill thought fast, trying to prevent a scene. "Percy can be the royal tutor. He's going to play chess with you." Bill gave Percy the you-better-do-as-I-say big brother look.

But Percy didn't need any persuasion. He liked chess and had been deeply disappointed when Fred and George refused to learn. But Ron wanted to learn. At least, Ron wanted to learn until he decided it was more fun to poke the pieces until they said bad things and Mum took them away. Percy went to get out the board and pieces.

It was a happy, peaceful, domestic scene. Arthur and Molly were in the kitchen reading The Daily Prophet while breakfast cooked, Ginny was quietly playing with Bill (who was still wearing the cape and crown Ginny had given him), and Percy was once again trying to teach Ron to play chess. For the moment, Ron was playing the game rather than poking the players. Then Fred and George walked in. Molly and Arthur looked at one another apprehensively. Was the rare quiet about to end?

Instead of barging in immediately, Fred and George looked at one another, grinned, sat down in the far corner of the room, and began whispering. Definitely trouble, thought Molly, Arthur, Bill, and Percy.

While Fred and George were plotting, Charlie at last came downstairs. He saw Bill and looked as if he were about to laugh, at least until Bill sent him a look that Charlie interpreted to mean "You say one word and I will personally see to it that you are sorted into Slytherin, spend your entire first year caring for flubberworms, and never play quidditch." Charlie said nothing, but joined Fred and George in their corner.

The peace continued for a short time. Then without warning, Charlie, Fred and George ran over to attack their siblings. "I am a Welsh Green Dragon!" yelled Charlie. "I will take your Princess Ginevra away to my lair and never let her go!" He scooped up the giggling, squealing Ginny while Bill and Percy watched hopelessly—the twins had grabbed their hair so as to prevent any valiant rescue of the Princess Ginevra.

"Help! Won!" laughed Ginny, trying to look scared.

Ron didn't know what to do. What could he do against a Welsh Green Dragon as big and as strong as Charlie? If Bill and Percy couldn't do anything…. The four year old straightened up. He might be small, but he was Ginny's only hope. He might not be able to rescue her, but he had to try. "I'll save you, Ginny!"

"Oh no you won't!" said George, trying to sound scary. "Because I'm going to!"

"What? I thought you were on my side?" said Charlie, momentarily forgetting his role.

"No! For I am Sir George, and I'm rescuing my sister!"

"And I'm helping him," added Fred.

Something like panic appeared on Charlie's face. He was very ticklish. Fred and George were not. But he would never let them win!

"Boys, Ginny, breakfast is ready," called Mrs. Weasley. The foes suddenly ceased their fight. They were hungry. The battle had ended and peace had returned.

At least until breakfast was over.

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