Ron Weasley knew that his little girl was nothing but extraordinary. After all, she was his and Hermione's daughter, so he knew she wouldn't have turned out any other way. When Belle was 3 months old, she showed her first signs of magic by levitating her baby bottle from the kitchen to his room. Everyone told him and Hermione that she was a prodigy as most children showed their first signs of magic after the first year of life. The young couple proved that right. Soon, little Belle was levitating her toys for her own entertainment and even her mom's books when she wanted some attention. She started talking when she was 9 months and walking when she turned a year. At the age of 2, she could already speak full sentences AND read a couple of words. When she turned 3, she was already writing her name and her parents' ones. Ron knew it. Belle was more like her mother every day, and he was really proud of that. Hermione was devoted to her child and she was always willing to indulge in her little girl's bouts of learning. She was even eager to drop everything she was doing and help Belle in anything she asked for. So it wasn't a surprise for him when he arrived at N12 of Grimmauld Place one afternoon to the sound of the piano. He always found it amusing to hear Hermione playing it once in a while. The tunes were always flawless. But this time was different. The rhythm was slow and the keys were played with some time space between them. Ron walked to the sitting room and leaned against the doorframe. Sat on the piano stool was Hermione, her bushy brown hair tied in a ponytail. She was still wearing her purple work robes but didn't seem to mind at all. On her lap was a little girl, her red hair tied in pigtails. She was pushing the keys that her mother was indicating her, giggling satisfied at the sight of her mother's smile. Ron couldn't see it, but he could picture his girlfriend's eyes gleaming with pride.
"That was truly amazing, sweetheart! Now, let's try it a little faster, alright?" Hermione suggested. The little girl nodded. She started pressing the keys again. Ron could recognise the melody. It was 'Twinkle, Twinkle, little star', a muggle lullaby that Hermione had taught Belle many times. Halfway through it, the girl missed one key and pressed the wrong one. She started sobbing and Ron's heart ached a little bit. His daughter was experiencing her first mistakes.
"That's OK, Belle! It's alright, sweety. Let's try again." Hermione reassured her. The little girl sniffed and sighed loudly, then tried again. This time she played even faster and didn't miss a single key. Ron felt so proud. When the song was finished, he clapped his hands so hard that both Hermione and Belle startled and looked at him.
"Daddy! You saw me? I play the piano now!" The three-year-old said proudly. Ron went to them, broad smile on his face, and scooped his daughter in his arms.
"Daddy's so proud of you, sweetheart." He said. Belle just smiled.
"Now I can play like mommy." She said proudly. His smile got bigger and he could see Hermione blushing and giggling.
"You are a truly talented little witch, Belle. You take after her, that's for sure." He said kissing his daughter's forehead. Ron knew it. His daughter was extraordinary. And he wouldn't want it any other way.