Harry Potter, the Weasley family, and all associated characters and concepts belong to J.K. Rowling.
Thank you one and all for the reviews. It looks like this will be a longish story. Depending on how much feedback I get, It could cover as little as one year in Ginny's life or all the way until she goes to Hogwarts. 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. I'll give a shout-out to anyone who gives me an idea I use. And now, on with the fic.
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Charlie's letter from Hogwarts had finally arrived. Not that there had been any doubt that he would get it, but he had still been overjoyed. Now that it was August, Molly Weasley had taken her two oldest sons to Diagon Alley to buy supplies for the new school year. Arthur had taken the five younger children on a picnic, both because it was a beautiful day and because he thought that Fred and George would be less likely to cause trouble if they tired themselves out playing.
It had been a very successful picnic, taking place in the paddock the Weasley's owned, and so well sheltered from muggle eyes. Arthur had decided to have muggle food. This meant fried chicken, water, and ice cream. But it was far better than a muggle picnic ever would have been, because the chicken was kept magically hot, the water magically cold, and the ice cream magically frozen. Now that they had all eaten and given their food a chance to settle, each was doing what he liked best. Arthur was playing with an old muggle wireless he had found somewhere, trying to figure out what the batteries were for. Percy was reading a picture book about muggle school. It even, to Percy's (and Arthur's) delight, had some of the strange muggle pictures that didn't move at all.
Overhead, the twins flew on the toy brooms that had once belonged to Bill and Charlie. The brooms had just enough magic to rise a few meters in the air, but they didn't go high enough or fast enough that their riders had any chance of being seriously hurt. Occasionally, they would try to hit Percy with walnuts, but they could not, as Percy had cast a simple shield charm upon himself. He had thoughtfully cast the same charm on Ron, who was playing some inscrutable game with his chocolate frog cards, and Ginny, who was asleep.
Ginny woke up to see a walnut fall down towards her, but then bounce against something a few inches from her face. She reached her hand towards where the walnut had bounced, but nothing was there. Then another walnut came down toward her, only to bounce away at the last moment. This time she looked up to see Fred and George circling above her, each with a handful of walnuts. They waved to her and threw another walnut. Ginny giggled. It was funny how the walnuts bounced.
But the walnuts quickly got boring. What could she do? She wanted to fly like her brothers.
"Daddy, pway game."
Arthur looked up from his wireless. "Well Ginny, what would you like to do?"
"Wanna fwy."
"Well, I don't think you're quite old enough yet for a broom." Ginny pouted. "But how would you like to fly like Muggles do?"
"Daddy, Muggles don't fwy."
"Yes they do, Ginny dear! They have great big contraptions called aero-planes, and they fly without any magic at all!"
"Can't fwy without magic."
"Oh yes you can!" Before Ginny could raise any more protests, her father caught hold of her left ankle and wrist and began spinning around. Ginny was delighted.
"Daddy, I'm fwying! I'm an aewo-pwane!" Ginny laughed, holding her arms and legs out. The world spun around faster and faster. All around her, the trees were zooming by and her brothers were watching her. The wind was in her hair and she seemed to fly faster than any Chaser or Seeker who played for England, faster than a Muggle airplane, faster than a speeding spell. She flew faster and faster, laughing the whole time, and never wanted to stop. But she was slowing down. Her father was spinning slower and slower, and finally stopped, put Ginny down, and collapsed to the ground, overcome by dizziness.
"Daddy, fun! Wanna fwy again!"
"No, not right now." Arthur struggled to speak as the world spun around him. "Daddy's dizzy."
"My turn!" called Ron.
"Alright Ron, just a few minutes."
Each in his turn, Arthur spun around Ron, George, Fred, and even Percy. "Oof," he said as he put Percy down, "you're getting too big for this. You're almost eight!"
Percy frowned. For as long as he could remember, his dad had always been willing to make him fly like a muggle aeroplane. It was fun. He didn't want to be too big to fly! But he did want to be grown up, like Bill. "Dad, when I'm too big to fly, will I be grown up?"
"Hmm? No Percy, you'll have to be bigger than that before you're grown up."
"Oh. Is Bill grown up?"
"Not yet, Percy, not yet."
"When Bill grows up, will he still be my brother?"
"Yes, Bill will always be your brother. And I will always be your father. Even when you're grown up."
"That's good. I like being your son."
"Well, I like having you for a son. And I'm very proud of you. You're going to be the big boy soon, when Charlie goes to Hogwarts."
"But Charlie will still be my older brother, right?"
"Yes Percy. We'll always be your family. That will never change.
"Good."
"Daddy," it was Ginny who spoke, "fwy again."
"No, not now. Daddy's tired. But you can fly again another day. And someday," Arthur added, "you'll go to Hogwarts and learn to fly on a broom and you can fly everyday if you want!"
"Daddy?"
"Yes Ginny?"
"When I'm big like Bill, still fwy like aewopwane?"
"No Ginny, I'm afraid you'll be too big for me to fly around by then. But you'll always be my little girl."
"But Daddy?"
"Yes?" asked Arthur, expecting that Ginny, like Percy, would want to be reassured that she would always be his child.
"Bwoom not as fun as aewopwane. Wanna be a muggle."
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