A/N: This is my first HP Fanfic so be nice! Please read and review.

Emotional Range of a Teaspoon

Chapter One: A Letter for Ginny

The sun was shining. Birds were singing. The grass was growing.

Gnomes were running around in the garden. Four men with red hair were flying on broomsticks in the orchard. And an owl was swooping through a window in the upper story of a rickety but comfortable looking house.

Ginny looked up as the unfamiliar barn owl clattered through her open window. She smiled and put down her quill, reaching towards the owl's leg. She knew who this letter was from. After all, who would write her except Hermione? Well... She paused, grinning sheepishly. She had received mail from someone else this summer too...

She put the response to Dean that she had been composing into her drawer as she sat down to read Hermione's letter.

A few minutes later, just as Ginny was preparing to grab a new piece of parchment for her response to Hermione (as she had just finished her letter to Dean), she heard her mother calling up the stairs.

"GINNY! LUNCH!"

"Coming, Mum!" she called back.

She sighed slightly and took the parchment she had just pulled out of her desk, and put it back. Well... she could write to Hermione after lunch.

Whoosh!

"Aha! Got ya!" shouted Ron gleefully as he pulled gracefully out of a dive, triumphantly clutching the Quaffle his older brother had been trying to get past him.

"Oh! That was nothing but a lucky catch!" roared George grumpily.

"Just as lucky as the last four of his saves?" mocked Bill, who was absolutely delighted that his littlest brother had found something he was really good at. And Fred and George couldn't rub this in Ron's face by beating him, because Ron was just too good.

Ever since the last Quiddich match of term, Ron was almost unbeatable at Quiddich. He went out to play in the orchard with Bill every night that he was home (when he wasn't doing work for the Order of the Phoenix.) And whenever Fred and George were home on the weekends, when they weren't at their joke shop during the week (they had an apartment in Diagon Alley that they rented to stay at during the business week.) Fred and George had not yet been able to beat Ron at Quiddich yet, even though they were determined to do so.

But beating Ron at Quiddich would have to wait until later. It was time for lunch.

"BOYS! LUNCH TIME!" came Mrs. Weasley's voice from out of the kitchen window.

"Coming Mum!" chorused the twins.

The four men tromped into the kitchen, looking windswept but pleased.

"Fred, George, could you set the table for us?" said Mrs. Weasley when they had all set down their brooms. "Ron, Bill, darling, would you grab these dishes and bring them to the dining room, please? I'll call Ginny down." She turned and left the kitchen to call up the stairs for her daughter.

"GINNY! LUNCH!" she called as Fred and George levitated the silverware and placemats onto the table as Bill motioned their lunch next to the plates with his wand.

"Coming, Mum!" Ron heard Ginny shout from her room.

A minute or so later, Ginny flounced into the room.

"Ron can I borrow Pigwidgeon?" asked Ginny once they had all filled their plates.

"What for?" asked Ron, looking suspiciously at his little sister.

"What else? I need to send some letters!" she said exasperatedly, though not quite looking him in the eye.

Ron continued to look suspicious.

"What?! I'm writing to Hermione!" she said angrily, though still looking at to bowl of potato salad.

"And?-"

"You know mum, we're nearly three weeks into the summer vacation," she cut across Ron. "I think we should invite Hermione over soon. She says she's really bore, she has nothing to do."

"Well, I guess that would be alright," said Mrs. Weasley.

There was a slight pause, then-

"Can Harry come too?" Ron asked quickly but cautiously.

Mrs. Weasley looked up sharply. She paused, pursing her lips slightly, thinking. "I, I think... Harry needs to stay with his aunt and uncle a little longer, I think."

"Fine," grumbled Ron, looking downcast.

"He can come in a week or so, now stop looking so sulky," she replied, the usual snap back in her voice.

"Great," said Ginny, setting down her fork. "Well, I'm done, I think I'll go finish my letter to Hermione." She left the room. Ron glared after her, looking grumpy.

Well, this was my first ever work on Harry Potter fan fiction, so please review! Was it too short? Long? Stupid? Let me know and I'll change it! Thanks!

-Falling Phoenix