Note - there is a fair chance, the work is inspired from multiple sources
She was the 7th child, born after seven generations, born with fire of desperation and needs, born to a couple, who probably tried too hard.
She was pampered and loved, not more than her siblings, almost equally, but then again, she had 6 elder siblings, all adored the little red bundle of fire. The eldest one found her as her own, the second one found her to be a doll, third one was crazy about having a sister, the twins found her to be too cute for their endeavors. the sixth one was too small to find her anything, but grew up to be her best friend.
A ball of unending energy that she was, quite a handful, menace, fierce, and protective. A little two year old turned poor twins green for two days, because, her best friend was scared while playing with his toy. A fear of spiders he never forgot, but he was unknown of how much the sister loved him.
She grew up, crushing on the boy who lived, he was to be her knight in shining armour, but she wasn't raised to be damsel in distress, was where her story failed. He did eventually save her, all that chosen one jazz, but she gave herself a fighting chance, which many elders also failed to, quite a feat for an 11 year old.
She was a girl, she had dreamt of being married, having kids, a family, all before she had even met Harry, but that was only a 5 year old, knowing nothing better. at the tender age of 12, her dreams, which might have had seemed like the whole world at that age, had shattered, she had been unbelievable stupid, (yes everyone assured her, that it was you-know-who, and she had been really brave) but she knew it wasn't so. She had believed she allowed to bring harm, to herself, to her family, and also to her dream.The eleven year old, wasn't afraid for her own life, lying on the cold stone of that chamber. She was afraid that she had successfully lead Harry into a trap he was bound to fail.
She had tried to be brave initially, if she did remember right, she wanted not to give in to Toms demands, she after sometime had known, that there was something wrong, even if she didn't know what, but he was just so sweet, so caring, and he TALKED, to her, he understood her like no one tried to, he didn't say her love for Harry Potter was stupid, he didn't say not to embarrass the family. Little did she know, he was the master manipulator, and she played right into his hands.
Harry saved him, he was there to protect her, he almost protected her, but what if? What if Fawkes wasn't there, what if, diary wasn't destroyed, she herself would have killed Harry Potter, that was all she could guess!
The sweetest dreams of 12, of being the princess clad in white, had turned to horrors of the black, every night, she played another story, every night, she knew Tom was back, every night she twisted her imagination a little more, to imagine a worse output of WHAT IF!
Screaming she woke up, each night, her mother tried to console her, each night, her father talked her to the sanity, each night Ron would slip into her room, and hold her until she fell asleep. But the nightmares didn't abandon her, the horror didn't leave, Tom wasn't willing to part ways.
It was so until, her favourite brother talked to her, he told her he was willing to listen, to everything and anything. The 12 year old, was afraid of journals, with an optimal reason to be, but a human diary, and a one she grew up with, who would listen to her fears, and not judge, not pity, not be scared. Who would deny such a offer, slowly and surely, never completely, she did get better.
The timid little darling, shy little girl, who was enamoured by the-boy-who-lived, grew up to be, Ginerva Molly Weasley, a little too early for the Weasley matriarch to like, but it was due, you cannot he touched by pure evil, and remain innocent, for all her virtues, innocence was the first she lost.
One would be aloof, one would give up, but one wouldn't be a Weasley if they did it, she was the brave heart, she knew every reason people told her, she knew every argument they made, she knew all the words they said, and with time, she believed.
She believed, that she was naive, she was young, she also was foolish. What she did not believe was that she was, going to be that anymore, she applied herself, she wanted to be able to save herself, and she wasn't a Gryffindor for no reason, bravest she was at her heart, so brave that she could still wear it at her sleeve.
She knew her stupid boy who lived crush had passed away, he had been her saviour, she felt as she owed him something, but why would he look at her, insecurities of even being friends started stemming from her. She had almost had him killed, she was indeed embarrassed to go up and ask for friendship, and not like she had forgotten the butter dish incidence either.
She didn't acknowledge him again, neither did he, but again he was boy, allowed to be thick, she knew what she felt, but she also knew there would be no go, and to hold herself off the things she should be rather doing,
