‘Ginny!’ Harry muttered, sprinting to her and dropping to his knees. ‘Ginny! Don’t be dead! Please don’t be dead!’. He flung his wand aside, grabbing Ginny’s shoulders and turned her over. Her face was white as marble, and as cold, yet her eyes were closed, so she wasn’t Petrified. But then she must be… ‘Ginny, please wake up,’ Harry muttered desperately, shaking her. Ginny’s head lolled hopelessly from side to side. ‘She won’t wake’, said a soft voice.
One thing i really like about Ginny is that she’s both a mega Quidditch jock and still pretty feminine without either excluding each other. She could both knock you off with a Quaffle and rock pretty dresses and have pink bedroom walls decorated with band posters. She destroys pesky gender roles and stereotypes so effortlessly and i love her.
your daily reminder that when ginny weasley married harry potter she changed her last name to his, and ginny weasley was a professional quidditch player. so at some point in his life, harry probably attended a match wearing a replica of robes with “potter” on the back and heard the announcer boom “i give you…POTTER!” as ginny flew out to the cheering crowd and most likely cried with joy
Me and my friend were watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire today and in the Yule ball scene when Ginny and Neville dance together she said that she really liked them as a couple and they should have ended up together, but then how would Harry marry into the Weasley family?? And she resolved that by saying “well he can be gay with George” and I’ve thought about that a lot in the past few hours
The war changed Molly’s perspective on what she wanted for her children.
She no longer imagined them all in the same heteronormative life she had led herself. She loved them, and wanted nothing more in the wake of so much death and destruction than for the remaining six to come out of their respective traumas, standing tall and happy in whatever life they chose for themselves.
On Fred’s eight day ever of being a Hogwarts student, he already had detention with George. Neither of them took it very seriously, they were giggling through polishing trophies into the night and making jokes when they don’t think Filch will hear them. This was all too much fun.
When they got out their stomachs were rumbling, a loud sort of noise that echoed down the hall as they walked towards the dormitory. “Do you think we can get some food?” Fred wondered out loud, there had to be some kitchens somewhere, but he didn’t know where in the hell they would be.
George was about to respond when they saw you, another first year stroll out from another hallway in front of them. “Were you two asking where the kitchens were?”
The three stared at each other. Fred and George remembered you from their second potions class days ago where you’d panicked during their first time making potions when your cauldron had started to leak and had accidentally knocked over your table and the one behind you in your haste to get away. Which was why you had just gotten out of detention with Snape.
You remembered them because rumor had it that they’d managed to fill Filch’s office with dungbombs. A rumor you believed seeing as you had passed it just a few moments ago and it still smelled god awful.
Fred spoke first, a cocky smile on his lips, “Aren’t you the girl who knocked over all the cauldrons during potions?”
“You still smell like dungbombs, you know.” when the redhead looked properly abashed you smiled a bit. Looking between him and the other twin, you didn’t want to come off as too mean. You extended your hands to shake theirs. “My name’s Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”
The twin that hadn’t spoken yet shook your hand first, “I’m George. He’s Fred. Do you know how to get to the kitchens?”
You shook Fred’s hand and continued to look towards George– who’s handshake was a bit more gentle than his brother’s. “I do! It’s near the Hufflepuff dormitory. You’ve just got to tickle the pear in a painting.”
Fred’s eyebrow quirked upwards, “Tickle the what now?”