Headconon that Fred Weasley is a Really Fantastic cook!!! This is so important, okay?
- For years he watched Molly cook dinner by herself, even on days when someone else should do it, like Mothers Day and her Birthday.
- One Mothers Day he decides that she shouldn’t cook dinner, so fifteen minutes before Molly usually starts cooking, Fred sneaks into the kitchen and begins preping the meal Molly always makes on Mothers Day, Beef Stroganoff.
- Molly walks in as he is slicing the beef into little pieces, meticulously, making sure each piece is exactly the same size. He has her old cook book sitting next to him and everything he will need for the dish already out.
- Molly is surprised that he can even read the recipe, because she has had that book since her mother gave it to her years ago, and the pages are very faded and caked in spilled food. She could barely read it herself, but she didn’t need to having memorized most of the recipes anyway.
- Coming out of her thoughts Molly asks her trouble making son what he’s doing.
- “It’s Mum’s Day. You shouldn’t have to cook Mum. Go sit down or tell little Ronnie to clean his room or whatever Mums do for fun.” Molly smiled at her son and turned around to leave the kitchen. She expects she will have to whip something up later when Fred messed something up or burned it, as he had never cooked before.
- Fred is in the kitchen for a few hours, going slow and making sure everything is perfect. He may like to pull pranks, but he also knew his mum put up with a lot and he wanted to do something nice for her and he did nothing halfway.
- The stroganoff is ready when Arthur walks through the door. The kitchen smells wonderful, as it always does when Molly cooks, but when he turns to see Fred stirring dinner he is shocked. Fred turns around and just smiles at him.
- Fred tells his mother that dinner is ready and she calls the rest of the children, they all sit down together and begin eating after each child has said Happy Mothers Day to Molly.
- The entire family gets silent as they dig in, it was absolutely wonderful, everyone makes a content noise as their tummies are filled with yummy food.
- Ron looks over to his mum and says “It’s really really good mum, one of the best batches ever!”
- Molly smiles across the table at Fred, “Ronnie, I would love to take credit, but I didn’t make this. Fred did.”
- All jaws around the table drop. No one could believe Fred had made this. Except Arthur and Molly, the just beamed at their son.
- For a moment all the Weasley children are nervous to eat anymore, for fear of a prank, but then they realized Fred would never do that to their mother, no one messed with mum. She was scary when she wanted to be. So they continued stuffing their faces after telling Fred how good it was.
- From then on, Fred made dinner once a week.
- After a few weeks of this, Ginny started watching Fred when he cooked, as he was her favorite brother, though don’t tell that to anyone else, especially George.
- One day Fred asked Ginny if she wanted to help him, and she agreed excitedly and they cooked together.
- The day Fred got to cook quickly became Ginny’s favorite day of the week because she got to help her older brother cook and was finally able to spend quality time with someone she looked up to. Cooking also meant you didn’t have to do dishes, so that was a great perk too, both Fred and Ginny HATED dishes.
- Fred’s cooking skills later came in handy when developing the trick candies for their shop, Ginny also helped with the development, while George came up with more candy ideas.
FRED WEASLEY IS A BOMB COOK. YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THIS! IT IS IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!
CanaryCry87 prompted: Can we get the birth of Jackie Baker-Lawson but with Mike & Ginny under the impression that she was a boy.
“Well doctor, what’s the diagnosis?” Mike said, smirking as Ginny shot him a look of annoyance.
“I’m pregnant.” Ginny said. “It’s not exactly new.”
“Pregnant?” Mike pretended to look shocked. “And here I thought you were just overindulging on my amazing cooking skills.”
Ginny shot him a glare. “Did you just call me fat?” She looked over at the doctor. “I think he just called me fat.”
“In my experience it’s never a good idea for the non pregnant partner to comment on the expecting partner’s weight.” The doctor agreed.
“Just tell us what color we need to paint the nursery.” Mike said. Ginny and the doctor turned to glare at him. “As in…I brought paint samples for you to look at because Ginny and I can’t agree on colors so we need an unbiased opinion. Not that I think a baby’s gender determines what color a nursery should be.”
“We’re painting the walls Padres blue.” Ginny said. “Unless,” she gave him an innocent look. “You want to paint them the Cubs colors?”
Mike glared at the ceiling, mumbling, “I’m going to be paying for that one for a long time.”
“Till death do us part.” Ginny shot back. Mike took her hand and kissed it. The doctor pulled up her shirt and put the gel on her stomach. Ginny hissed at the cold, squeezing Mike’s fingers. The image came on the screen. Mike gulped. Ginny smiled; he always got slightly teary eyed when he saw an ultrasound.
“So…” The doctor squinted at the ultrasound. “This is strange.”
“What?” Mike growled as a cold feeling of dread swept over Ginny.
“Not a bad strange, but…it looks like baby Baker-Lawson doesn’t want us to know what they are.” She tilted her head. “Huh, they keep moving…” She frowned. “Wait…” She smiled. “There.” she pointed. Mike and Ginny leaned forward.
“Ah.” Mike said. “What…does that mean?”
“It’s a boy.” The doctor said.
“A boy.” Mike looked at Ginny in amusement. “Mini Mike.”
“No.” Ginny said, leaning against him. She pressed a kiss to his collarbone.
“So we’re going with Jack, then.” Mike said. Ginny had come up with the name and when Mike had tried to argue she’d reminded him who would be giving birth to their child. Ginny nodded.
“A boy.” She whispered, pressing her hands to the side of her stomach.
“A girl?” Mike looked down at the little bundle in confusion, seeming to not comprehend what the doctor had told him. Ginny tucked the baby against her chest.
“There’s a no return policy, Mr. Lawson.” She mumbled sleepily. “What’s wrong with a girl?”
Mike’s confusion turned to disbelief. “14 hours of labor and somehow you still find it in you to go on a feminista crusade.”
“You love it.” Ginny mumbled. The baby tugged on her hair.
“Yeah.” He said, looking at the two of them. “She looks like me.”
Ginny lowered the blanket, exposing the baby’s chin. “No.” She mumbled. “No beard.”
“She’s got your eyes.” Mike mumbled. Ginny looked up. He was completely smitten and Ginny knew what he was feeling. The second she’d heard her daughter’s first cry, she’d wanted to spend the rest of her life trying to make sure she never heard that sound again. She wanted to protect her. She’d tried to reach for her, but the doctors had insisted that she needed to be cleaned. She’d cried, only calming down when they’d brought her back in and Mike had placed her in her arms.
“So I’m guessing Jack’s off the table.” Mike whispered.
“Jacqueline.” Ginny said. Mike nodded. Jacqueline gripped the corners of her blanket and yawned.
Hey, Jackie.“ Mike whispered. "Wait…” He frowned. “Did you pick that name so you could have a kid named after Jackie Robinson?”
Ginny smiled, closing her eyes. “That’s a secret.” She mumbled, listening to Jackie breathing and letting her lull her to sleep.
honestly though are you telling me that GINNY WEASLEY “retired” from playing with the holyhead harpies to have her family?? ginny weasley??? ginny would continue playing because she’s fucking good and harry supports her through everything, he makes sure that ginny can do what she wants to do most, while also having her family.
so, when they do have their family and ginny keeps playing with the holyhead harpies, harry takes his children with him to work. harry’s auror office isn’t full of dangerous, tricky dark art stuff, but littered with baby clothes, toys and family pictures. everyone in the department is used to seeing baby james playing pranks or little lily luna flying around on her tiny broomstick - all three children covered in holyhead harpies merch that their mom got them. harry and hermione meet up with their children during breaks at the ministry, exhausted but happy, because of course hermione brings her daughter to all her meetings, too.
all the potter-weasley kids learn to fly before they can walk. they go to as many holyhead harpies games as they can, together, as a family. on the times where neither harry nor ginny can babysit the children, molly steps in, and sometimes ron too - ron is still terrible at cooking, but he works at weasleys’ wizard wheezes with george now, and what’s a better place to raise children than a magic toy shop?
and after years of playing with the holyhead harpies, and when even lily luna is old enough to join the quidditch games the weasley-potter-granger children hold, ginny decides she wants to do something different with her life - she’s always been involved in the wizard society, lead the resistance for a whole year during voldemort’s occupation of hogwarts and fought throughout the whole wizarding war, and she knows what she wants to say, how to voice her opinion.
so ginny quits the holyhead harpies (the wizard media mourns this loss of one of the most talented quidditch players in the league for months) and starts writing, first to try out what she wants and how, and then professionally, ending up as a sports journalist, renowned ex-quidditch player and “the coolest mom ever”, according to her three children and husband. ginny weasley is fucking awesome damn right
You know what I wish they’d done in The Cursed Child? I wish they’d made Harry the ‘protective Mommy’ of the family. Because if there’s one thing that pissed me off in The Cursed Child, it’s Harry’s shitty parenting.
I mean, this boy grew up in a mentally abusive home, yet he had the biggest heart ever (this boy was about to literally commit SUICIDE to save those he loved) and you’re telling me he was a bad father?
No. This motherfucker would be the one to wake up in the morning to cook while Ginny helped the kids get ready. Like, “Make sure to eat your vegetables James!” and “Albus Severus Potter. Drink your milk!” and “Lily, the apples are nice. Please eat them.”
He’d be the one to panic when he gets a letter saying James broke an arm, while Ginny’s there like, “Harry. CALM DOWN. You flew into the Whomping Willow once, please, it’s just a broken arm.” Then she’d stop and think about it then be like, “In fact, didn’t you lose all the bones in your arm once?”
Harry would get sheepish, but calm down a bit.
Harry would be the one to send letters CONSTANTLY and like every day.
“Oh, you want to stop the letter-a-day routine James? Okay, I’ll send letters twice a day!”
Harry will (SHOULD) be that protective loving father that just wants the best for his children because when he was a kid HE wished for this kind of thing.
Because HE wanted someone to call ‘Father’ who wouldn’t ever leave him. And he sure as hell wouldn’t let his children go through the BULLSHIT he went through.
I hate the fact that, in fanfics, most people write Harry as a really good cook, but Ginny a bad cook. Like ???
Okay, I get that Harry cooked alot when he was living with the Dursley’s but c’mon, Ginny is a Weasley. I bet you even George cooks really good. And Ginny is always helping her mother in the kitchen, I mean, she must’ve learned something.
I think both of them cook, when Harry is free he does it, and when Ginny is free she does it.
they have a system: ginny cooks (molly’s wisdom has passed on to her seamlessly) and harry does the dishes, although he knows the spell the ‘muggle’ way is just what he’s used to
he’s in the stands at every quidditch game she plays - although he could be in the top box with the minister, he chooses the ordinary stands because it reminds him of his first world cup visit. also, he can join in with the fan chants.
she keeps a quilt next to the sofa downstairs so that when harry falls asleep, exhausted from a long day at work, she can pull it over him instead of making him go upstairs
they both have nightmares once in a while, but use them to teach lily, albus and james that even grown ups are scared sometimes and that doesn’t make them any less brave
they have arguments too - full blown shouting which descends into laughter as they forget what they were shouting about in the first place
they had a summer wedding, when the lillies were in full bloom. molly weasley made the cake and they said their vows opposite where the burrow once stood, remembering ginny (and harry’s) former home