A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Auction Day 19 - Hawkeye/Clint Barton (ALT: Circus!AU)

Word Count: 700

The Weasley family circus boasted one main attraction – The Flying Twins. Fred and George were masters on the flying trapeze. They could do just about anything. Ginny grew up watching them perform, watching them flying through the air. She watched their matching costumes glitter and sparkle in the spotlights of the big top. She wanted nothing more than to be like them.

Her other brothers each seemed to have their own talents. Charlie was a dragon tamer, with a small set of other animals that he used for shows. All of them were family pets, never kept in cages, and during the down season, they often lived on reserves.

Ginny had started unicorn back riding as an infant. She could stand on the back of the majestic creature, do small flips, and a few other equally, in her mind, boring stunts. Ginny wanted to be something more. She wanted to fly through the air like her brothers. She wanted to hang in midair by her knees, her hair streaming down behind her.

She wanted to be a trapeze artist more than anything. She'd started asking her parents the moment she made up her mind.

"That's your brothers' act, Ginny. I'm sure we can find you something if you want to stop riding the unicorn."

"Unicorns are boring and not to mention, they stink," Ginny answered sullenly. That wasn't the answer she'd been wanting.

Their solution was to make her part of her brother Bill's act. He was a knife thrower. Ginny stood against the wall, letting the sharp objects fly at her head. She knew Bill would never hit her. He never missed his target.

Once they realized how brave she was, how fearless, Ginny was strapped to the wheel. It spun, but she never got dizzy as she was spun and the knives landed all around her. That was a bit more thrilling than riding the unicorn, but she still wanted to fly through the air. She still wanted to work the trapeze.

Finally, after nearly two years of not getting what she wanted, Ginny had had enough. She sneaked into the tent in the middle of the night. The trapeze were still set up from the show the previous day. There would be another one tomorrow.

She climbed the ladder, looking down at the great height. She smiled. She could see the net below her. If she fell, she might not die, but that wasn't a guarantee. She took a deep breath and grabbed the trapeze closest to her. She curled her hands around the bar. It fit perfectly in her hands.

"I'll show them all," she stated, pushing off. She swung, grabbed the next bar easily, then swung back. She could feel the air rushing around her. This was all she had ever wanted – to fly. She lost track of how long she'd been up there, going back and forth, trying to add little twists and twirls. It wasn't until the lights came on that she realized it was day.

"Ginny?" Fred and George exclaimed in unison as Ginny landed on the perch and looked down at them.

"Um, hi?" she replied, giving them a sheepish smile.

"How did you do that?"

"When did you learn to do that?"

"I've been watching you since I was born, remember?" she answered, climbing down the ladder and looking at her older brothers.

"That was amazing! Did you see how she could glide?"

"Now, imagine catching her, passing her back and forth?"

"Mum and Dad won't go for it," Ginny commented, watching the twins. They shrugged.

"They'll go for it. Bill's terrified you're going to move and he'll hit you. Besides, once they see how much of a natural you are in the air, they'll be thrilled. You'll be safe with us, Ginny. C'mon, let's grab some breakfast before showing off your moves," George said, wrapping an arm around Ginny's shoulder and leading her to food tent.

Ginny smiled. She'd known if could only get up there, if she could just fly, then everything would work out. She had yet to be wrong, even Ron, who worked as a fortune teller had said flying was in her future. Now she knew exactly what he'd meant.