A/N

Hello, a Weasley little oneshot!

This is much later than i hoped I would upload but I was having an inner battle within myself as I felt that i couldn't amend some of my mistakes/issues. I am very thankful for my team for being my amazing betas.

To my continued readers: Thank you guys for being so patient with my uploads

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To everyone else: I hope you enjoy this oneshot, i hope you consider reading my previous ones :]

Why have I delayed?

Well, my head is in puppy land as i am getting a puppy in a months time. Also, I've had absolutely no motivation so have been unable to conjur up ideas.

Thanks for reading.

I hope you enjoy

For Hogwarts Assignments and Challenges

Term 12

Assignment 9

Topic: Quidditch

Task #4, Bumping - Hitting a bludger to the crowd: Write about a group (3 or more people) gathering for something.

For Quidditch League round 2

Falcons

Chaser 2 Prompt: write about a character who possesses many talents

Optional prompts used:

Action: star gazing

Action: Flying

Dialogue: "Do you wonder if it would be easier to live somewhere where you do not matter?" thinkWarnings: Anxiety, hints of depression, slightly out of Ginny as she is very hyperactive.

Word count: 2107

The Night before Christmas

Fred and George watched their little sister apprehensively as she stood precariously upon her broomstick, high up in the air. It had been a very long and chaotic day at the Burrow, as Christmas was tomorrow and they were all excited.

Molly had ushered the twins and Ginny—all wrapped up in thick woolen jumpers and windproof jackets to keep them warm in the nighttime air—outside, as they were causing too much trouble and were getting up to too much mischief. The Burrow was not made for withstanding the amount of havoc the rambunctious kids could provide, especially with Ginny's bubbly energy. Thus they all came to an agreement, the twins and Ginny should go flying on their broomsticks. Hopefully that would tire Ginny out before bedtime.

"Gin, be careful. I want you to sit down," Fred instructed, stopping a couple metres away from his sister. George hovered close on Ginny's other side, eyeing Ginny with anticipation. He was poised on his broom, ready to dive after Ginny in the likely event of her falling, and considering how dark it had become, he didn't want to fall behind and risk losing sight of her..

Fred observed with a mixture of apprehension and pride as this only seemed to give Ginny further encouragement. After seeing her brother's reactions, Ginny was now balanced on one foot on her broom. She spread her arms out joyously and stuck her tongue out at Fred and George. She began wobbling unsteadily as she pitched forward. The broom followed immediately at a steep downward dive. Ginny tumbled from her broom, only managing to grasp it at the last second. She hung there by one hand and laughed as the twins tailed her with a steep nosedive. She was easy to spot, even in the dark of the night. Like Fred and George, Ginny had inherited the flaming red hair characteristic of the Weasleys. It was the perfect beacon, a streak of red flame flying out behind her in the winter air.

"I'll be better at Quidditch than you two are!" Ginny shrieked with confidence. She brought her other hand up onto the broom and swung her legs over the middle of the broomstick, so that she was now hanging upside down. She shrieked with glee as she let go.

"Never!" the twins said in unison, racing after her as she fled through the Burrow's orchard.

"Not gonna catch meeeeeeee!" Ginny whooped. She allowed herself to fall off the broom before twisting in midair so she was upright enough for her winter coat to catch the breeze.

Fred watched as his little sister drifted down to the muddy ground. He swooped down low on his broom and landed beside her, his shoes skimming across the mud.

"Good trick, Gin." Fred smiled, patting her on the back. He turned to wink at George who landed seconds later right beside him.

"Ginny dear, it's time you ought to get to bed," Molly called, sticking her head out to watch her children.

"Mummy, just one more game!" Ginny whined.

"Of course, dear, one more then it's off to bed," Molly relented, smiling at her youngest child. Molly, often firm but loving to her children, found herself giving in to her only daughter's requests with little reluctance compared to her other children. Upon Ginny's birth, Molly had expected that her only daughter would be an angel, well behaved and well mannered, but she soon discovered that this was not to be. In fact, Ginny was more rambunctious than Fred and George, and Molly would bet that Ginny could out prank the twins any day.

"Yay!" Ginny said gleefully and took off at full speed back into the air. Molly smiled as she patiently watched her daughter zoom around the yard on her broomstick.

"Georgie! Georgie! Georgie! Can we please play catapult? Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaasssssseeeeee?" Ginny begged, impatiently tapping the handle of her broom.

"Come on, George, brighten up, don't get your knickers in a knot!" Fred joined in, grabbing hold of George's shoe and tugging it impatiently.

"Fine," George grumbled under his breath.

"I didn't hear that, what did you say again?" Ginny said playfully.

"For Merlin's sake, Ginevra, I said fine!" George huffed.

Sensing a change in George's mood, Fred caught his twin's eye, silently asking if everything was alright. George nodded before glancing away. Fred frowned, deciding that he would question George on it later when Ginny wasn't around.

"Yippee!" Ginny exclaimed as she lobbed a tennis ball at Molly's head and steered her broom swiftly to the ground.

"Ginny, be more careful, will you!" Molly scolded exasperatedly as George picked his sister up and placed her in front of him on his broom.

Molly was glad that someone could get along with Ginny as well as the twins did. She knew it was hard for her youngest child, being the only girl in their large family, but Ginny had learnt how to behave like the others and followed Fred and George in their mischievous pranks and jokes that they always pulled. She remembered one fond moment when Ginny had accidentally dyed the twins' hair bubblegum purple, instead of green like she had expected. The twins, being the troublesome two they were, had decided to mix food colouring within some particular shampoo bottles. Ginny, who had been witnessing this endeavour, hidden behind a curtain, swapped the contents of the shampoo bottles. After discovering her plan had slightly gone askew,Ginny had told the twins that their purple hair colour was all in the plan, but later that day, Ron had told the twins otherwise after Ginny had bragged about the prank to him. Ever since that day, she had been copying their every move and was starting to understand how to take war with the twins, and to not mess up her pranks in the meantime.

Molly continued to watch as Ginny enthusiastically threw herself off one broom and was caught by the other twin, dangling dangerously by her right wrist. This game, which they called catapult, had been going on ever since Ginny learnt how to fly on a broom. Molly had told them over and over again that it was dangerous, but when she wasn't looking, they would immediately throw Ginny off the broom. Trying to stop the twins was like trying to stop a puppy from terrorising the house, and Molly had given up telling the twins what to do.

"Ginny dear, I think that's enough now," Moly called firmly from her position at the doorway.

"Okay Mummy!" Ginny called back, launching herself off of George's broomstick and diving towards Molly's open arms. Molly smiled as she swiftly caught her giggling daughter in her arms.

Fred watched as Molly carried Ginny inside and looked back at his brother, a fond smile on his face.

"She really is our sister." Fred snorted as they pulled themselves back into the air.

"Sure is, Fred," George mumbled.

Taking the opportunity of the silence, Fred nudged his brother in the ribs. "Hey."

"Oy, what was that for?" George groaned.

"Look up and cheer up, you dung bat!" Fred exclaimed, pointing up at the twinkling star filled sky. It had been a long time since Fred and George had shared a quiet moment together, especially in these busy holidays. At Hogwarts they could hide in any abandoned corridor with their friends, who were the same age as them, and understood what they were going through.

"Isn't that Orion?" Fred asked, pointing up at a bright constellation overhead.

"Hmmm. I think so." George responded dreamily as he leant back against his broom.

The twins sat, or lied in George's case, on their brooms and watched the sky with interest.

"Didn't know you were that good at Astronomy, Freddy." George sighed a couple minutes later.

"As if you'd take notice of my marks." Fred chuckled, throwing his brother a sidelong look. Silence fell between them once more. Orion and its belt shone bright above them. Fred was brought out of his thoughts as he sensed George shift beside him.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked, tearing his eyes away from the constellation filled sky and looking over at George.

"Do you wonder if it would be easier to live somewhere where you do not matter?" George asked quietly.

Fred snorted.

"You're being serious?" Fred said, looking over at George with concern written in his freckled features.

"Yeah. I mean, wouldn't it be nice to get away from this chaos? To be normal? To be a Muggle?" George wondered.

"And not have my twinny? No way, I wouldn't swap my life in a heartbeat. Sure it can be chaotic, but we're bloody good at causing the mischief. Besides," Fred continued, "I'd miss little Ronnikins and little Weenie Geenie!"

"But doesn't it get a bit too noisy and hectic for you?" George asked.

"Sure it does. Doesn't everything get hectic at times? I'd like to see the world though, maybe even fly to Mars in them spaceships. You think aliens exist?" Fred chortled, throwing a toffee into his brother's mouth and flying down to the ground.

"Yeah, but you might die up there." George sighed, pointing back up to the sky as they put their brooms back in the broom shed.

"If I died, dancing on Mars, at least I'd be having fun. Oh, if I do, you know, die, let Ange know that her and Alicia better get a room." Fred chortled as they made their way back towards the house.

George pulled Fred back by the elbow and looked worriedly at his twin.

"Don't you dare die on me, Fred." George said sternly.

Fred looked taken aback as he wrapped a reassuring arm around his twin.

"Mate, I'm only kidding. Don't worry so much, Georgie, you'll give Mum a heart attack." Fred snorted.

Fred winked at George and they looped their arms around each other as they headed inside.

As they left the outside world, a light, fluffy flurry of snow began to fall. George's worries were pushed reluctantly away as the fluffy snow began to cover the ground.

"Mummy! Mummy! Mummy! It's snowing, can we go play?" Ginny cried gleefully, running down the stairs.

"Tomorrow dear, you should be getting all snuggled up in your bed upstairs. You two, Fred and George." Molly scalded lightly.

The three children scurried up the rickety stairs as Molly stood looking out the window at the changing scenery.

"I think you should get to bed too, Mum, you've had a busy day." Charlie said, placing a gentle hand on his Mum's shoulder.

"Since when have you been down here?" Molly asked in surprise.

"Since George had a worried expression on his face." Charlie responded kindly.

"Oh." Molly replied quietly.

"Goodnight, Mum." Ron called from halfway up the stairs, pulling a shirt over his head as he walked.

"Be careful dear." Molly responded.

"Night, Mother." Percy said, placing his books down and giving his Mum a quick hug before following Charlie up the stairs.

"Nigh Perce, night Charles." Molly said tiredly.

"Go to bed, Mum." Bill said at last, steering his Mum away from the frosted window and up the stairs.

The Burrow now fell into a homely peace as the Weasleys settled into bed.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Arthur stood rooted at the window, staring with a child-like fascination out at the magical snow storm falling just outside their cozy house.

The moon and stars were now not visual as big, heavy snow filled clouds coated the dark night sky.

"Ah, snow, how fascinating." Arthur acknowledged the outside world as he turned away from the window.

Arthur made his way up the rickety stairs and stopped at his youngest child's door.

"Daddy, I wanna go out there!" Ginny whined, looking out of her bedroom window..

"Me too, but your Mum's right, tomorrow we can go out there." Arthur said, tucking Ginny under her covers and quietly shutting the door.

As the snow continued to fall heavier outside, the Weasleys drifted to sleep.

Bill dreamt of his job at Gringotts.

Charlie dreamt about swooping low on his broom around puffs of flame and emerald green dragons.

Percy dreamt of becoming a proud head boy.

The twins dreamt about their next endeavour.

Ron dreamt about the large christmas feast they would eat the next day.

Ginny dreamt about playing real life quidditch, clad in green Harpie's robes and soaring onto a Quidditch pitch with the quaffle tucked under her arm and surrounded by stands packed with screaming spectators.

And last of all, Molly dreamed peacefully about how much she loved her kids and how special they were in their own different way.