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The Potter Generation Challenge - The Silver Trio: Luna, Neville, or GINNY

           “the thing about growing up with Fred and George
       is that you sort of start thinking
             anything is possible if you’ve got
                         enough nerve

So I’ve been re-reading Prisoner of Azkaban and I can’t get one idea out of my head. After the dementor comes into the carriage it’s mentioned that Ginny looks really bad

“Ginny, who was huddled in the corner looking nearly as bad as Harry felt, gave a small sob.” “Ginny was shaking like mad though”

What I can’t get out of my mind is the idea of what happened to Ginny. While Harry was hearing his mother’s last scream what went through Ginny’s head? What memory was she experiencing? Maybe she heard Tom Riddle’s voice whispering to her once again. Maybe she remembered being in the chamber of secrets, feeling the life drain out of her as the basilisk slithered around her. Or maybe some of the memories hidden away came to surface. Maybe she started to remember killing some chickens as a hateful voice hissed at her to keep her going.

Maybe the reason Ginny didn’t pass out like Harry did was because her memory was more distinct. While Harry’s horror was a memory long passed that he could barely remember, Ginny’s horror is all too recent, she probably gets reminded of it all too often.

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Day 12/30: Most missed dead character: 

Sirius Black

“But some part of him realized, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, that Sirius had never kept him waiting before… . Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him… . If Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back… . That he really was …”
Not All Messes Are Bad - George Weasley Imagine (requested)

Request: Can you do a George imagine where he thinks that the reader ( a Ravenclaw) thinks he’s dumb and he tries to impress her every chance he gets? Thanks! Love your blog!

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Monday rolled around without warning making a sinking feeling settle in the stomach of George Weasley. This meant he would have to partner up with Y/n Y/l/n whom he had fancied since their first year at Hogwarts. Most people would thank Merlin for making their crush their partner for class but George was not one of these people. 

See, Y/n was a perfect in her Ravenclaw house and had never gotten a grade lower than ‘Outstanding’ for each of her classes as where George was lucky if he could manage to score a ‘Acceptable’. Molly was used to seeing more ‘Poor’ grades on the twins’ papers than any of the other kids. Now, on most cases the Weasley twins’ did manage to exceed the normal expectations, but when George found himself in the same Potions class as the beautiful Ravenclaw student, he knew things were bound to happen. And not necessarily good things.

As the bell rung, Snape instructed the class on their task for the day and not long later the room was buzzing as partners worked together in attempt to finish first.

Y/n skipped over to George with her books tucked under her arm smiling over to her partner. A glossy blush crept on her cheeks as she mumbled a shy ‘hello’ to him. George chuckled softly and gave her a small wave, himself feeling a bashfulness wash over him.

“Hey George… how was, uh, your weekend? I saw the Quidditch game Friday night. You looked amazing out there!” George scratched the back of his neck becoming flustered. Gryffindor had lost their match that weekend to Slytherin. To keep it short, George Weasley did not have the best game of his life. He was distracted the whole entire game by a cute little h/c Ravenclaw girl that was sitting directly next to him.

George assumed Y/n would be found in the library Friday night, but was highly surprised to see her bundled up and sitting in the stands with a good number of her friends cheering the red headed Weasley kids on. In hopes of impressing the bright student, George only ended up embarrassing himself endlessly.

“Oh… thanks. I didn’t do too outstanding Friday night. My head wasn’t exactly in the game. Sorry you had to see that horrid loss.” Hanging his head down slightly, George reached over for the red liquid vile and poured half of it into the empty beaker as Y/n instructed him softly.

“No no, I thought you look spot on! You had a really nice um… block… body check? I’m not really sure what you call them, but it was great!” George shook his head smiling lightly. Snape gave the class booming instructions on the exact potions to mix together and scribbled the recipe on the chalk board. George swiveled around in his chair, craning his neck to read the board.

Everyone in the class knew how smart Y/n was, but she didn’t mind. She was perfectly fine with doing the whole Potions class project by herself, not that George would ever allow it. In a way, George feared that Y/n viewed him as ‘dumb’ or ‘stupid’ for his lack in knowledge on the given topics. Never in a thousand years would this ever turn out to be true, but George couldn’t help to wonder what went on in Y/n’s mind.

Y/n set her school supplies aside and pulled the beaker in between the two so they could evenly work on the lab. Reaching across the table, she plucked the green vile from the rack and looked over to George,

“Okay so I believe next we’ll need about three fourths of-“

“The green roots, and then after that we’ll need a full vile of the yellow and then only one fourth of the purple and a dash of the blue,” He commented grinning over to his stunned partner and taking the vile from her hands and pooping the top off. “Don’t want you breaking a pretty little nail trying to get the cap off. These things are sealed pretty tightly.” George joked with a new punch of confidence and nudged her lightly. Y/n giggled and rolled her eye,

“Of course, you’re right! My bare nails and I would look so ugly with a chip in them!” Laughing loudly, Y/n switched the bunsen burner on with a flick of her wand. George shook his head quickly leaning against the table and looking her dead in the eye.

“You could never look ugly…” A loud clank sounded through the room as Y/n lost her grip on the half empty container that had before held purple liquid in it. Letting his works sink in, Y/n jumped in surprise and crouched down picking up the (luckily) unbroken beaker and placing it back on the table top, brushing a hand through her hair in attempt to calm herself down. A pair of black shoes presented themselves before George bent down next to Y/n helping her clean up the remaining liquid from the floor. He glanced up apologetically,

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to startle you… even though it was the truth.” He mumbled the last part, standing back on his feet and reached out a helping hand to Y/n, lifting her back up. When he got her to her feet, George brushed a stray strand of h/c hair from her eyes. Y/n blushed faintly and gave him a small smile diverting her eyes to the ground.

“Miss. Y/l/n and Mr. Weasley I would gladly appreciate it if the two of you could get back to work.” Snape snapped in a robotic like voice causing George to jump a foot away from Y/n. The two were quick to get back as Professor Snape passed by their lab table. When he became out of ear shot, George turned to Y/n and smirked popping off the last blue vile needed to finished the project.

“Looks like we’re in the lead! What do you say, Y/n? If we finish first… would you agree to going on a date with me?” George offered with a pinch of cockiness, not that Y/n wasn’t into it. Her heart leaped at the idea of going on a date with George. Though as she caught sight of his hand inching towards the practically finished lab beaker, her heart did something other than ‘leap’.

“No, Georgie! Don’t mix that much! If you do it’s gonna-“ A slight ‘pop’ for a warning sounded before a vivid sky blue wave took over George Weasley and his lab partner Y/n’s, table. Y/n coughed and ducked down in attempt to dodge the blue chunks from their experiment to come in contact with her. Half of the experiment landed on George while the other half splattered all over Y/n making me squeal from shock.

“We only needed a pinch of that, didn’t we?” George wheezed out while Snape approached their table with an annoyed frown.

“I expected more from a perfect Ravenclaw student, Miss. Y/l/n. I’m extremely disappointed… although I can’t say I didn’t expect this from you, Weasley.” He looked down on the lab partners as if they were scum on his shoes and walked off. The rest of the class broke the silence with a wave of laughter, turning George’s cheeks red despite the blue covering him from head to toe. Y/n sat stunned on the floor completely speechless. George groaned knowing he had lost his chance with her but an unexpected noise cut his thoughts short. Y/n was laughing. Actually laughing… no she wasn’t yelling at George for, in the long run, giving Y/n her first poor marking in the grade book. Not at all! She seemed happy and slightly carefree.

“T-that was hil-hilarious! Oh my goodness George did you… did you see his face!” Y/n giggled and covered her face trying to wipe the blue slim off. George walked over to her and smiled, helping to wipe the gross slim from her face.

“Damn, I screwed that one up. I’m really sorry, Y/n. I just wanted to show you that I could finish the lab first.” Y/n shook her head with a smile still tattooed on her lips.

“Don’t worry about it. That was actually kind of fun. We should do it again sometime! I mean maybe not blow up a whole class project but, uh, well um you know… hang out. So I suppose this is a yes to that offer on the date.” George could feel his insides swelling up as he became lost for words. He nodded vigorously and Y/n smiled once again leaning forward and placing a cute little peck on his rosy cheek. I guess not all messes are such a bad thing.  


-Daizy xxx

Missing You: a post-battle fic

From the moment Ginny walked into the Burrow, she knew something was wrong. Not only was it completely quiet - not even the ever-present crackle of the radio filled the fragile, taut silence that had been stretched over the kitchen - but also, the majority of her family were sitting around the table in front of her. Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley, George, Bill, Fleur, Ron and Hermione were all there, despite the fact that at least half of them ought to be at work.

Ginny’s heart thudded unevenly, and she had to remind herself firmly that the War was over. It wasn’t like before, when the entire Gryffindor common room had used to sit in silence listening to Potterwatch, dreading bad news. Things were better now - there would be no more deaths. So why did it feel like they were about to break some very bad news to her?

“What’s going on?” she asked. Her eyes flickered to each of her family members in turn, trying to read their expressions. All she saw was worry, fear and pity. But why?

Mrs Weasley got to her feet slowly, the chair scraping along the stone floor. “Have you seen Harry today, dear?” she asked, walking over to Ginny.

Ginny didn’t like this tone of voice. It was the gentle, cautious tone of voice that made her feel like a small child about to throw a tantrum. It was a voice supposed to make her feel calm, but instead she only felt more on edge. “No. He was working late last night, and I left early this morning.” This was hardly surprising. Everyone had been working a lot lately, just to try and distract themselves. “Why? What’s going on?”

Mrs. Weasley’s lips trembled. Two more chairs scraped backwards. Mr Weasley joined his wife, and Hermione approached Ginny with a worried expression. She was holding a piece of parchment.

“Harry… he left this.” She handed the parchment to Ginny, who unrolled it carefully and began to read the scrawling handwriting of her boyfriend:

To whoever finds this first –

Firstly, thank you so much for your kindness over the past few weeks. It means more than I ever could explain, especially with Fred and everything.

But I think I need to leave for a while. I can’t explain why. I just need some time alone.

Please don’t worry about me. And please don’t try to find me.

I’m sorry.

Harry had signed his name at the bottom. Ginny flipped the sheet over, expecting to see something else, anything else. Some kind of sign that this wasn’t real, that he hadn’t just left her like this without even saying goodbye.

“That’s everything,” Ron said, seeing her fruitless search. He looked as miserable as she felt. “All his stuff is gone, too.”

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I’m dying for next ep, and the next one, and then the next one again and jesus fucking goddamnit if they leave us with no Bill and Ginny sharing another damn kiss, peck, arm-stroking this season I think I’m gonna literally die during the hiatus, but does anyone know if they are planning 11 or 12 eps this season?

  • Harry:*blows up Marge*
  • Ministry:lol we don't send ppl to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts
  • Harry:*protects cousin from dementor*
  • Ministry:OmfG ThIS kiD Is OUTTa ConTroL hE nEedS to bE LoCkeD uP