Thanks to moonchic07 for the terrific banner! Hi, my name’s Sydnie, and this is my first ff. So if you have any ideas or constructive criticism, please tell me.
*This is an ff from Ginny Weasley’s Point of view, and the beginning's mostly gonna be a flash back from Ginny’s childhood, then it will start at the beginning of the summer after her 5th year (after Dumbledore’s death and her and Harry’s break up).* That’s Me; Ginny Weasley
Chapter 1
Sometimes, it’s desperately hard not to cry. Sometimes, things just get so complicated and depressing and you just have to let the tears flow.
Well, even I, an expert on holding back tears, have to cry sometimes.
Having six older brothers has surely toughened me up a bit. Especially Fred and George.
I remember, back when I was 6, Fred and George were 9, it was a very hot day and Bill was inside talking to mom and dad; I was sitting on his lap. (He always was my favorite brother). Fred and George had come in yelling at the top of their voices “HA HA CHARLIE, YOU CAN HAVE THIS BACK IF YOU CATCH US!”
I had looked up, seeing that they were holding his Prefect Badge, poor kid, he was so happy about getting it.
Anyway, next came Charlie, running after the twins and yelling back “GIVE THAT BACK! OR I’LL TELL MOM!” Too late, I had thought, considering that mom was already on her feet with her wand pointed at the badge.
“Accio Badge,” she had muttered, and the badge had landed nicely in her hand. She had given it back to Charlie, and turned to face the twins, “You two go outside now, and behave yourselves.”
Then she had turned to see me, “And take your sister, too. She’s been cooped up inside all day, she needs fresh air.” She had herded me outside after the twins and shut the door, on my ankle, might I add.
“Fred…” George had started.
“George…” Fred replied.
They had looked at me, then back to each other, then at me again, then nodded. I hated it when they did it then, and I still do.
“Kay, little sis, you want to hang with the big boys?” I had nodded eagerly. “Follow us over here then.” They had led me over to the big broom shed, stopped and turned back around.
“Alright, we’re gonna play Quidditch. You’re gonna be the Chaser, I’m the Keeper, and Fred’s gonna be the referee.”
Well, to make a long story short, he had thrown the quaffle, I had swerved to catch it, and had fallen off my broom, much to their pleasure, that was what they wanted to happen, so I didn’t have to “hang” with them.
Thankfully it didn’t hurt too badly, although I did suffer a broken ankle and a couple deep scratches. I had never seen mom so mad, and that was the last time I actually cried.
I had cried for at least an hour, using Bill as a tissue, although I know he didn’t mind, he always let me do that. As far as I remember that was the last time I cried, until about a month ago…
*so how was it? The next part is gonna be from the actual time Ginny’s in, not a flash back*
~Sydnie