We Love Our Sister.

Chapter 1: Ginny's Brothers, Ginny's Bothers

A/N - More chapters to come really soon. Please do enjoy it (: Do leave me comments after you read it. thanks!
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The Burrow had suddenly much more crowded over the course of a few hours. Everyone was coming home as they would all be going to the Quidditch World Cup in a few days. Bill, Ginny’s eldest brother, had returned from Egypt where he worked for the wizarding bank, Gringotts. A few steps after Bill entered The Burrow, Charlie burst through the door and greeted the family excitedly. Charlie, the second eldest of the Weasley children, have returned from Romania, where he had been working with dragons ever since he graduated from Hogwarts three years earlier. Hermione was due in two days; Harry was due in four — on Sunday.

Before Mrs Weasley could finish telling Bill how unruly his hair was, her attention shifted right to the many scars and half-healed wounds on Charlie. He had a rough job dealing with dragons but he seemed to like it very much, even with a really large burn mark on his right arm. Mrs Weasley fussed over both eldest sons, taking it in turns to tug at Bill’s shoulder length hair in an attempt to impress on him how unkempt it looks, and examining Charlie’s wounds, and muttering to herself as though having a debate on the best way to treat them.

‘Even Ginny has shorter hair than yours!’ Mrs Weasley said, almost exasperatedly.

Then almost immediately she’d turn to Charlie recommending all sorts of ointments and remedies for the different scratch wounds and burn wounds which randomly marked his exposed skin.

Ginny Weasley extricated herself from the bustling house and walked off to the end of the yard where she found a nice, round rock to sit on. She need some quiet, especially from her mother — who had spent the past night raging at the twins after finding their long lists of orders of the joke stuff they invented. Weasley’s Wizard Whizzes. Ginny haven’t been very much of herself this week and it could be traced to have started after Ron excitedly told her that Harry was coming over to join them for the Quidditch World Cup and spending the rest of his summer with them.

Ginny always had feelings on Harry, ever since before her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She never really knew why she was all tongue-tied in his presence, never really been able to look at Harry properly and talk to him. She’d flush every time Harry met her gaze.

How she’d wish to be able to hold a nice, long conversation with Harry Potter — the boy whom she liked, which most obviously, to her, had nothing to do with his other sobriquet. The Boy Who Lived.

‘’Thought I saw you wander out,’ said George, suddenly appearing on her left.

‘Yeah, thought we were the only ones who can’t stand Mum’s flapping-about,’ agreed Fred, settling on her right.

Ginny did not reply, but merely smiled at them.

She has always been close to the twins. They may seem like a pair of crazy idiots around school and everybody else, but they took great care of Ginny — not in their mother’s mollycoddling way, but as loving brothers and usually with a touch of humour.

‘So, what’s up, Ginny?’ enquired George.

‘Hmmm?’ Ginny replied vaguely.

‘Haven’t been yourself these few days, people may think we subdued you,’ said Fred with a laugh.

Ginny whacked him affectionately on the arm.

‘Nah, it’s nothing,’ Ginny replied, sounding quite normal.

One thing about growing up with six brothers was that Ginny was much tougher than most girls. She did not walk around with a sullen pout and flail at her brothers when she did not quite feel in the right mood; and it took quite a eye for it to be able to tell when Ginny is not feeling too right — which the twins have done pretty much accurately every time.

Perhaps the only tell-tale signs were that Ginny was less bubbly and seemed to be thinking hard for longer-than-usual periods but other than that, it was not something obvious, written on her face expressly for everyone to peruse.

‘Harry’s coming — when? — Saturday?’ Ginny asked, not addressing either of them in particular.

‘Sunday. Dad reckons it’d be polite to first write to the Muggles. ‘Got Mum to do it. We should just rescue Harry from that place, really,’ George answered excitedly.

‘And with as much magic as we can possibly cram into that little time of gathering, heard magic freaks them out, bad. Having to write, honestly-’ Fred trailed off, looking at Ginny’s expression, he realised they seem to have given her a little too much information.

There was an inflated silence between the three.

‘You know, we kinda know being in close proximity with Harry would probably make you feel uncomfortable,’ George attempted, with a little too much lightness in his tone, probably trying to be as gentle as possible on this really delicate issue.

‘But we’re always here. Can’t find no one else better to talk, eh?’ Fred finished off from the other side of Ginny, gazing up haphazardly at the rapidly darkening.

‘Anytime,’ George patted her on her back.

‘Come to think of it, George,’ Fred started, gazing back at the now brightly lit house. ‘It seems a little quiet back there. Mum’s stopped shouting, better go check on our stash before she decides to operate on stealth this time round and purge our stores.’

‘She can’t operate on stealth. Can’t keep off the shouting’ George added, with a grin.

George winked at Ginny, who broke into a smile. Fred gave her a one-arm squeeze.

The twins stood up together and hesitated, on either side of Ginny, like two statues flanking the thirteen-year old girl, before turning and walking back to The Burrow, leaving Ginny once again alone sitting on the rock with her thoughts.

She smiled weakly to herself and sighed. Ginny, too, got up from her comfortable seat and paced slowly back to The Burrow for dinner.