Ginny Weasley

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The usual noise and chaos of The Burrow was, unusually, absent on that Thursday afternoon. Instead, it was replaced by an atypical silence, marred only by the soft melodies of the birds from outdoors and the occasional movement or breath of an inhabitant of the inviting house.

Of these daily inhabitants, only three remained.

Arthur, after securing a day off, had taken his three eldest sons—Bill, Charlie, and Percy—to Diagon Alley in order to purchase school supplies for Bill as he would be attending Hogwarts in September.

The twins, against their mother's wishes, had taken off into the orchard and were currently doing Merlin-knows-what.

And so, that only left the mother of the nine person family in the sitting room, taking a much needed break, while watching her daughter in her crib across the room.

Little Ron, curled up beside his younger sister, was fast asleep, his breathing calm and sedated. Ginny, however, was wide awake, and had taken it up as her responsibility to learn everything she could about anything that was in jabbing distance to her.

And that included Ron.

"Ouch! That huwt!"

Not really able to understand what he had said, Ginny only smiled wider. By taking that as an invitation to keep poking him, she continued to prod her finger into Ron's side.

"Ginny! Ginny! Stoppit! Ow!"

The cries were enough for Molly to rush over to see what trouble an eleven month old infant and a three year old toddler could possibly muster. Rolling her eyes good-naturedly, she lifted Ginny up from her crib, and looked at her, eye-to-eye.

"How can you possibly be making almost as much trouble as your twin brothers when they were your age?"

Though she knew it was futile to expect a response from a mere child of that age, Molly still sighed as she laid her daughter back into the crib.

Ginny however, wasn't done.

She looked up with her eyes shimmering and an air of excitement on her face. "Gween!" She exclaimed, pointing to her brother's sweater.

And with that, she sat back down and resumed her poking.

It took a while to register what had happened. At first, Molly's concentration was at pulling Ginny away from her youngest son. But then it hit her.

Ginny had spoken. She had said something.

She had said her first word.

And unlike with all of her other children, Molly was the only one there to witness it. And also unlike all of the others, the first word out of her daughter's mouth wasn't "no!" or "Da'!" or "Ma!"

It was a color. And it also so happened to be Molly's favorite.

"Oh dear! Oh—oh my! Arthur! Arthur!"

And with that, Molly Weasley rushed out of her sitting room, a smile spread across her face and with every intention to floo her husband immediately.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Summary: Growing up with six brothers isn't easy. Falling for your closest brother's best friend and resident hero isn't easy. Trying to help to defeat Voldemort while having a remotely normal teenage life isn't easy. Working as a Chaser isn't easy. Raising three children isn't easy. Being a grandmother to seven isn't easy. So all in all, Ginny Weasley hasn't had an easy life. But nothing that's worth it is easy either.

Timeline: July 13th, 1982

Word Count: 479

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