1986
Six-year-old Ron Weasley squirmed in his bed. There was a chorus of Weasleys' snoring all around the house, and they were way too loud! He couldn't fall asleep. It was dark outside, and he knew Mummy would be mad if she saw him awake this late, but there was nothing he could do and it was so loud!
Maybe Ginny was up. Maybe he could play in secret with her! That would be lots of fun. Grabbing his orange blankie, the one he didn't go anywhere without, Ron opened the door, pattering down the hallway to Ginny's room.
He opened the door, as quiet as a mouse. Ginny was sleeping! How could she sleep through all of this noise?
"Ginny," he whispered, poking her side. She stirred in her sleep. "Ginny, wake up." Ginny blinked at her brother.
"Ronny, what're you here?" Ginny frowned at him, yawning and curling up with her teddy bear.
"I want to play," he said quietly. "And we have to be quiet, or Mummy will wake up!"
"Play? Ronny, we can't play, it's night!"
"Yes," Ron insisted, eyes comically wide, "we can! But we just have to be really, really quiet and keep it a secret!"