The Weasley family is big. Very big. Between Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny, there was little room for another sibling. But that didn't stop Arthur and Molly from making you.

Ron found out about his mother's pregnancy during the winter of his third year, and you were born in July, just before his fourth year. A pretty surprise.

Molly had just come home from the hospital, with you wrapped in her arms when the whole siblings had rushed to see you. Even Bill and Charlie had moved just for you.

It would be a lie to say that you weren't immediately loved.

Now it's been a year and your birthday is coming up. Your first birthday! The fact that you were only a baby suited the whole family because of poverty. They just had to make you a good cake and make you laugh. That was enough.

Today, Ron was taking care of you. He was on duty.

You were both in his room, your few toys arranged on his bed while he read you a muggle story - that your father had bought you - which told the story of a stupid princess who ate the apple of an old, stranger woman.

"She's stupid..." Ron sighed as he turned the page, before affectionally ruffling your hair, "Don't end up like her, okay? Don't accept anything weird from strangers."