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And suddenly, it was all over - The Potter
When love still lives but life forces you to understand that this is not everything, and that unlike what everyone says, love does not overcome everything, you can say that perhaps you are closer to understanding what this feeling really means than before.
Harry needs to do something, perhaps his greatest proof of love, even if it is contradictory.
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prompt: "come back to my side."
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part 4 of "come let's walk for miles"
can be read separately
happy new year's!
Harry tucks the flaps of his coat around his chest tightly, wishing the bone-chilling cold was due to the frost crystallizing the willow trees and not a different ache entirely. Shaking his head, he balances the fruitcake in his hands before taking in the melancholy around him. Once leaves of glittering gold leave lonely branches in their wake.
Every Christmas, down by the park, he thinks of her. He can't help it; she's everywhere.
He watches a child pelt a snowball in the direction of a friend, and she's there with him, sneaking up from behind, yanking his hood down to shove the iciest of chunks down his back. Laughing as he yelps. Shrieking as he chases her with a snowball twice the size of hers.
He watches a teenager pull a dress from a gift bag, and she's next to him again, hissing at him to quiet down, you ponce. Smacking him when her mum's yells echo outside the Burrow to come back this instant and apologize to Aunt Muriel for ditching the pageant and taking off with him instead. Switching her heels to sneakers. Lifting her dress to match his running speed. Smirking in restaurants over cheap burgers and nosy bystanders judging their audacity.
He watches an older couple hold hands while their kids play football, and she's right there again, pulling him under the bleachers, the rush from winning the game still buzzing in his veins. Cupping his jaw and lighting his insides on fire with her searing kiss. Fluttering her eyelashes and waiting for his reaction. Sighing contentedly when he drags her body against his, sunshine tingling their flushed skin.
He watches the reflection of the moon against the lake, and she's next to him once more, eyes shining with tears under the starlit sky. Shaking her head, chin wobbling as he asks her one last time to stay. Whispering you know I can't, and truthfully, he does. But when they kiss again, he recalls all the ways he's been hurt in the past—before he knew what real pain felt like.
A camera flash lights up his vision; he turns his attention to its harsh reality.
This time, he watches a family say cheese, and she's not there with him, not there to hold him in the quiet of the night. And now it's him listening to her on the news, stunned—but not surprised—by the way she blazes through the great fame of the football world. Buying magazines that praise her influence in the sports industry. Mind drifting when he sees a little girl wearing a kit with her name on it.
Hollowing when she never returns home for the holidays. Numbing when he grows used to it.
In the dark of that Christmas night, he sinks it all in—for the last time.
Tonight, he will lay his flickering hopes to rest. It's been five years too long. She won't come back.
Stepping onto the final landing of the Burrow, Harry adjusts the fruitcake and knocks on the door. He forces a grin as it swings open.
But the shine of his best mate's blue eyes is different from the cheer Harry's accustomed to from the Weasleys. Surprised the cake made it intact, eh? the words lying dead on his tongue…for Ron steps aside and clears the path for Harry, and his heart—his treacherous heart—absolutely stops, and it's all it can take for him to breathe, all the atoms of the air no longer existing in this very moment… Because, God, it's her, it's really—
"Ginny."
The Christmas lights in the park, the glistening snow, the shining moon, they were never really there, were they, ever since she left.
"Hi," she whispers, voice cracking.
They can heal each other again, one fragile piece at a time.
He swallows and says, "Welcome home."
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Summary: In her first professional Quidditch season, Ginny has only two goals: to get a permanent position on the team and be the Best Revelation Player of the season. Dating her teammate was not on her list.
If only she hadn't snogged Harry in front of everyone.
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Chapter One: The Couple to watch for
“My throat is burning,” she admitted, and Harry laughed as well. He took her hand and made her spin to the song. The whole world spun together, but it was funny. “Do it again,” she asked, and he did. This time, Ginny nearly fell, but Harry’s arms held her—and he didn’t let go. She’d thought her throat was burning, but maybe Ginny couldn’t define things anymore, because if there was one thing there in flames, it was Harry’s eyes. She’d never seen him looking at anyone like that before; bright; burning; irresistible.
It matched the nice smile on his lips; actually, his whole lips were very nice. Full, well-shaped. Kissable.
Very very kissable.
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my hand is at risk (i fold)
for @fairsquare16, by takearisk
It's the opening match of the '97-'98 term, and a last minute change to the Gryffindor line-up has Slytherin Quidditch Captain, Harry Potter, giddy.
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#hinny fic#hinny au#HEAVY AU PEOPLE#harry x ginny#harry/ginny#hp fanfic#hinny#harry potter#ginny weasley#quidditch rivals to lovers#my fic
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Imagine Harry and Ginny growing up together while their parents sort out the order stuff.
Imagine Harry and ginny having a friendly quidditch and prank rivalry yet everyone knowing that they're best friends
Imagine Harry trying to ask ginny out since his 4th year but her thinking he's just messing around with her, coz he's handsome, rich, and her friend .
Imagine Ginny slowly noticing him as someone she could want.
Imagine ginny just pulling him to her and snogging his brains out after her 5th year quidditch championship.
Also just side note, they have not been dating anyone before each other, so they're their first and last endgame
#ginny weasley#harry potter#harry x ginny#hinny au#hinny fanart#hinny fandom#hinny fanfic#hinny fluff#hinny headcanon#potterhead#albus severus potter#james potter#hogwarts#jily au
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how about figure skater!ginny? bonus points of it’s also hockey player!harry
A/N: I hope this satisfies! Just a fluffy hinny something :) I don't know hockey lol
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concession
"I think you're forgetting I play professionally," Harry chuckles, adjusting the stance of his skates so he's circling Ginny slowly.
Ginny catches the edge of his stick with hers. "And I think you're forgetting I played all of my brothers since I was tall enough to hold a stick."
"Not quite the same, twinkle toes."
"Oi, you try a single let alone a triple toe," Ginny growls, "Or even imagine doing just what you do without being able to grunt and sweat and," Ginny waves one hand around as if she can grasp the end of her sentence.
"So fine - but we'll make this legit. If I get one past you I'll meal prep you for two weeks."
Ginny grins and steals the puck before swiveling to push and catch it in turn. "I'm listening."
"That's a first," Harry drawls, snatching the puck back and escorting it close enough to the net for a slapshot that echoes across the rink.
"Wait - why would that be your reward?"
"I like to cook," Harry hedges as he skates to retrieve the puck. His kiddie hockey team is trickling in toward the locker rooms and he returns their waves before refocusing on Ginny.
Ginny, who is currently looking at him like she - wisely - does not buy his explanation. "What if I get it past you?"
Skating closer, closer than they've been throughout the conversation. Close enough that Harry can almost count the individual flyaways that escaped her braid over the course of her impromptu practice.
She's had a lot of those lately - impromptu practices that just so happen to coincide with kiddie hockey. But before Harry can entertain that thought, Ginny steals the puck. "I'm waiting, Potter."
Ginny's close, much too close, and Harry's response is a strangled whisper. "A kiss."
Her eyes widen and pink rises in her cheeks. "From who?"
“A world class hockey god.”
“Oliver’s in town?”
"Get in the net, Weasley."
She does as ordered with a cheeky salute and some twizzles for panache, and centers herself in front of the goal. "Alright, ready."
Harry lines up his shot and smacks it clean across the rink. Ginny is pin point focused until it’s just a few feet away, at which point she swipes in the exact opposite direction of the puck, completely missing the pass.
Harry skates over, bringing himself to a halt with a spray of ice - thankfully aimed at the empty end of the goal. “Not your best, Gin.”
“I suppose I’ll have to accept the results,” Ginny sighs and retrieves the puck, “Now get in there, macho boy.”
When she’s in place, Ginny adjusts her grip on her stick carefully and ignores the whispers of Harry’s little team. She only glances at Harry once and he sends her a grin that’s meant to be encouraging but in actuality likely does more to send her stomach somersaulting.
The puck shoots across the ice at a very high speed, thank you very much, but it feels like the entire world slows like they’re swimming through molasses.
Ginny looks to Harry, but his eyes are pinned on the puck, ever the professional. Her gaze follows his, follows the puck as it slides toward his carefully placed stick, right where he can block it perfectly.
Then, in a split second, the puck slides home and the clatter of Harry’s stick hitting the ice breaks her from the spell. Vaguely, she hears the team shouting in shock, but she only has eyes for Harry, who’s already skating toward her with his discarded stick still sliding toward the wall.
“I hope you know how much I’ve sacrificed for you.”
“A little shot to your ego won’t hurt anyone,” Ginny teases, reaching for his hand.
“That was a chivalric sacrifice and I will not hear the end of it from the boys,” Harry murmurs, leaning in, “So if you’d like to collect now and at least give me a good visual for my explanation.”
Just as they come a breath apart, Ginny slips the fingers of her free hand between their lips and pushes Harry away just slightly. “No, I have no guarantee of a repeat performance and if it’s a one and done, I want a much better kiss than the Devon Otters can handle. I’ve waited years, Potter.”
Harry groans, “Bloody little tease - “
“Hey there Lonnie!” Ginny practically shouts over Harry’s shoulder, “Coach Potter was just about to get you all started.”
Before Ginny can skate away, Harry grasps her hand. He narrows his eyes at her and shouts, “Oi! Samantha! Get everyone started on warm ups. I need to confer with Ms. Weasley before she leaves for the evening.”
Samantha salutes, “Aye, aye Coach! You sorry lot - get your arses in gear!”
Ginny chuckles, “Salty for an eight-year-old - ”
“Gin,” Harry grumbles, “I am not discussing this. I’m walking you to the locker room and we are going to snog the life out of each other for five minutes and then we’re spending the night together,” Ginny chokes on a surprised laugh as they clear the ice and slip guards on their blades and Harry nearly falls when he realizes what he’s said, “I mean - to cook your meals for - ”
“Harry - Harry,” Ginny grabs the ties of his sweatshirt and pulls him to face her, “I am coming to yours because you have no flatmate and a stocked kitchen and every time something’s set to bake I’m going to grab onto that tight little bum for dear life while you make me see stars, alright?”
Harry grins, “Alright.”
“Now,” Ginny pulls him into the changing room and locks the door, “Think they can spare you for seven?”
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Lesbian Hinny AU
En otro universo, Harry es una chica y Ginny sigue siendo su alma gemela.
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🌿“the absence of chaos” Coming: 2 May 2023 🌿
a post-war, canon-divergent fic following harry & ginny immediately after the battle of hogwarts.
spoiler: harry & ginny aren’t a thing yet in this au, so hold onto your bittersweet-longing pants, it’s gonna be an emotional ride.
summary:
he’s seventeen and the most unbelievable weight has just been lifted off his shoulders. his job is done, it ended in depths of a dark forest beside the ghosts of the people he loved most and somehow he’s still here and has to figure out how to be here.
he’s seventeen and trying to figure out how to get out of bed everyday. how to find the courage to fight the nightmares that still leave him breathless and to raise the little boy whose hair is still bubblegum pink. how to tell the girl that’s become one of his best friends that he’s in love with her.
he’s seventeen and just wants to live. to stay up all night to laugh beneath the stars instead of be chased beneath them. to figure out who he wants to be and what he’s supposed to do with this life.
and while at some point many years from now - all would be well - he can’t see that just yet. he can’t see that beyond the chaos a garden will grow and that while of all of their joy may be intertwined with sorrow. that there is hope, that there always was - and always will be.
🌿 sneak peak of chaos 🌿
11 August 1998
“Every morning at daybreak he came back and ripped up weeds. These tough angry, thorny plants that had long ago taken over the garden beds and choked out the lovely things that once grew in their place. He sweat and he bled and he began looking forward to it. He wasn’t digging graves anymore and the smell of earth on his hands no longer made him feel like he couldn’t breathe. He was digging gardens and for such a simple, ordinary thing it helped and the fact that it helped gave him hope.
Hope still felt unpredictable. Sometimes it felt so bright, so close. Like when Teddy sleeps peacefully in his arms or when he wakes from a night without the dreams that leave him breathless and terrified. And other times, when the sound of the blade brings him back to the sea or when the soil clings to bitter memories on the back of his hand and his throat aches and he just wants to fucking scream, it’s all he can do to breath. “You can’t keep it in,” Andromeda said, “It’s okay to scream.” So sometimes he does, turns his wand on himself and it’s silent. Just a man pounding his fist into the dirt, with hot tears pouring down his face and it helps. And then he keeps digging. He breathes through the pain and rage and guilt and focuses on the fact that while there’s somethings he can’t fix, there are some he can and vows that he will.”
🌿 can’t wait to post the first chapters!! excited/nervous af to share this story with you all. this is my first fic and really the first bit of fiction I’ve written in like fifteen years. i’ve been working on it since last summer and it’s honestly been the most fun I’ve had since I was a kid. see ya on ao3 soon!
🌿 username on ao3: inmygarden
#harrypotter fanfiction#hinny au#hinny fanfic#hinny fluff#harry potter angst#harry x ginny#ginny weasley#ginny potter#post war#harry potter#hermione granger#ron weasley#luna lovegood#andromeda tonks#teddy lupin#remus lupin#sirius black#james potter#lily potter#neville longbottom#hannah abbott
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as a slytherin and a Scorpio I feel it is my duty to explore what Slytherin Female Harry would be like in terms of self preservation. And how I can make her interact and still fall in love with good ol’ Gryffindor Gideon
#but after I finish my hair story#the world deserves more Angelina so I’m trying to make this chapter great#and then Gideon#hinny#harry x ginny#fem!harry potter#thoughts#writing#hinny fanfic#hinny au
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Sunshine and Midnight Rain
Summary: When she's 25 and he's 26 and they're missing all the other's moments, they break apart, afraid of the consequence, afraid of what they'd be losing.
Now, 5 years later, she wants things to be different. And he wants them too. Angst/Fluff
Inspired by Taylor Swift's song, "Midnight Rain" from the Midnights album, as the title wisely said :D
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My town was a wasteland
Full of cages, full of fences
Pageant queens and big pretenders
But for some, it was paradise
“Must you always drink this much?” Marlene muttered as she packed the bottles into a crate, frowning at a half-sleeping Ginny.
“Yeah,” the latter replied sarcastically, before getting up much hesitantly to help her team-mate, cum best-friend. “I never asked you to help out, you know,” Ginny continued snidely, and Marlene, as though appearing enraged, smacked her on the side of her arm.
“I’ll leave them, will I?”
“I never asked you to do that, either,” Ginny smirked. “And that,” she rubbed her arm tenderly, “was uncalled for.”
It was much justified,” Marlene replied curtly. “How a girl can spend her 30th birthday drinking her way to unconsciousness, I can never understand.”
Ginny stayed silent, and Marlene grabbed her arm, forcing her to look up at her.
“Really, Ginevra, all of us thought we’d go out yesterday, have some food, get our game on, the lot. And here I am today, cleaning up bottles because you spent the entire night drinking yourself to insanity.” Marlene shook her head in disappointment, then wrinkled her nose. “And what even is this?” she exclaimed, bringing a half-finished bottle up to her nose. “This can’t be normal whisky, can it?”
Ginny smirked, grabbing the bottle from her. “It’s not whisky. It’s vodka.”
“Vod-what?”
“Muggle alcohol. It works best.”
“For drowning out your miseries? Really, Ginny-”
Ginny shook her head, silencing Marlene. “Every time we go out, the news gets us on the front page. And by us, I mean me.” She got up, crate in hand. “ ‘Quidditch Star Ginny Weasley, now a professional drunkard.’”
She scoffed, then continued, “Last time we were out, the paper got a picture of me and that freaking bartender, and somehow made it seem as if I was seducing him with my exceptional ‘femme fatale’ skills.”
Marlene got up, then looked at Ginny. “And is that all?”
“Huh?”
“Is that all, Ginny?” Marlene said, with an accusing voice. “Are you really telling me that the tabloids are the reason you didn’t go out with us last night? The reason you haven’t left your house for anything other than quidditch for the last year?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No, I think you do. Because I know for a fact, that this,” Marlene gestured at the stray-away bottles in Ginny’s house, “has very little to do with your image in the news.”
Ginny looked away, then walked past Marlene to deposit the heavy crate beside the door. The lights in her house flickered, Ginny realising it had been too long since she had had anybody over to look at the muggle powered lights in her house.
“How long is it going to take for you to get over him?” Marlene pressed on, and Ginny looked over at her angrily.
“Don’t say another word.”
“Is it going to take you destroying yourself to get over a boy?”
“Get out, Marlene,” Ginny snapped.
Marlene looked at her straight in the eyes, then sighed, picking up the bag, and walking towards Ginny. Then, without saying a word, she picked up the crate of bottles, and Apparated.
Ginny gulped, then looked up at the flickering lights of the house.
Maybe it would.
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My boy was a montage
A slow-motion, love potion
Jumping off things in the ocean
I broke his heart 'cause he was nice
FIVE YEARS AGO
It had been a wonderful match. In fact, one of the best in years. The Harpies had won by a fair number of points, and though the Seeker had done a marvelous job in catching the Snitch, it had been the Chasers who had stolen the show.
It had also been Ginny’s first time in the finals of the World Cup. The first one was always the one which kickstarted the player’s career, and she had definitely proved her mettle on the field there.
And though they had a lot of work to do, talking to the reporters, getting ready to hoist the cup, Ginny couldn’t wait to tell Harry.
She’d missed some of his floo messages in the last few days. Between the tension of the match, and Gwenog’s continuous badgering, she had completely forgotten to floo back.
But now, she wanted nothing more than to talk to him.
Ginny pulled off her gloves, passing them off to Marlene before she rushed off into the changing room.
She was breathless when she started the Floo Network, a huge smile on her face as she waited for Harry to show up. Nearly giddy with excitement, she beamed as Harry, or rather, his image showed up in front of her.
Even from the get-go, she knew something had gone wrong.
“We won!” she grinned in glee and Harry smiled back at her, his green eyes sparkling through the floo network.
“I knew you would,” he replied. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you.”
“That’s alright,” Ginny said. “You had a mission.”
Harry nodded, and Ginny held her breath, waiting for him to say something else.
Something had gone wrong.
“What’s…what's wrong, Harry?” Ginny asked, heart hammering in her chest. In mere minutes, the excitement had dulled down, replaced with nervous-ness.
“Nothing’s wrong, Ginny. I’m just extremely happy for you,” Harry smiled back at her, but even his smile looked strained.
“Don’t do that Harry, just tell me what’s wrong,” Ginny urged, wishing she could reach through the Floo and touch him.
Harry sighed, then looked back at her, his eyes betraying the pain he was in. “The mission,” he relented. “It went horribly wrong.”
Ginny’s heart stilled.
“Some of our team,” Harry’s voice wavered, “died in the cross-fire. It was unexpected, and we received the brunt of it.”
She could have lost him, Ginny realised.
She could have never seen him again.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine Gin,” Harry paused, and Ginny felt relief flood through her.
But it was the hesitation in his voice that told her what was to come. “Gin, there are the….funerals. I don’t think I’ll -”
“You won’t be able to come,” Ginny finished.
Her heart squeezed painfully, and she forcefully fought the lump in her throat.
“That’s okay,” she said. “That’s absolutely fine, Harry.” Ginny said breathlessly. “In fact, I’ll apparate back. The match is over. I can come back now.”
“No, Gin, please. You don’t have to do that. You’ve worked for this for seven years-”
“And I’ve done it, Harry -”
“No.” Harry said, finality in his tone. Ginny gulped, blinking back tears. She could hear her teammates' excited chatter get closer, and it seemed Harry could too.
“I should go,” Harry said. Ginny stayed silent, as he smiled at her one last time before vanishing.
Gwenog burst in, a triumphant look on her face. Behind her, Marlene and Wilda bounded in, stopping in their tracks as they saw Ginny’s expression.
“Your boy's coming?” Gwenog asked, and Ginny’s throat clogged.
“No. He isn’t.”
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He was sunshine, I was midnight rain
He wanted it comfortable
I wanted that pain
He wanted a bride
I was making my own name
Chasing that fame
He stayed the same
All of me changed like midnight
He was waiting for her at the Apparatus Terminal when she opened her eyes. A big smile on his face, sparkling green eyes. Ginny burst into a smile, as she bounded over to him, jumping into his arms.
Harry laughed as the flowers in his hand fell on the ground, and Ginny kissed him. He’d missed her. But what was more, he’d regretted that he’d missed her match. Even more so because he knew how hard she had worked for it. Day in and day out on the Quidditch field, coming back home absolutely knackered, going back the next day again.
She didn’t deserve what had happened nearly a week ago.
When they let go of each other, Ginny kissed him, and Harry smiled against her lips, cherishing the feel of them.
He’d half thought he’d never feel them again.
“Are you okay?” Ginny asked, as they broke apart.
“I’m absolutely fine.” He didn’t like how his mission had taken over her game. He didn’t want that.
After that floo had ended, he’d sworn he’d never let that happen again.
“I’m so proud of you,” he said softly, looking into her brown eyes, as they looked back worriedly.
But then they transformed, and a smile replaced them.
Oh, how he loved that smile.
“Let’s go home.”
Ginny smiled, silent as she slipped her hand into his and they Apparated.
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It was when he was opening the door to their house did Ginny ask about the mission.
Harry looked away then.
He had been dreading the conversation.
“It was a couple of rogue Death-Eaters. We found them hidden in the outskirts of a Muggle town,” he said. “I’m pretty sure they would have willingly handed themselves over, if -” Harry wavered, looking away from Ginny as she rubbed his forearm comfortingly. “If I hadn’t been there.”
Her eyebrows furrowed, and she cupped his neck, bringing her closer to him. “It wasn’t your fault,” she whispered, and Harry closed his eyes as she rested her forehead against his.
This. This was it. This was what he’d been craving since days. It was pathetic for him, but he had needed this reassurance. That this-this wasn’t his fault.
Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny, and then looked at her. “I’m so sorry I missed the final. I swear… it won’t ever happen again.”
“It is absolutely fine,” Ginny enunciated her words.
“It isn’t, but I’ll make sure it won’t ever happen again.”
It wouldn’t, and he’d made sure of that.
But it didn’t seem to get the response he was looking over. Now that they were in their house, the house that they had found together, Ginny pulled away from him, expecting an answer.
“What do you mean?”
“I asked Kingsley to reduce my workload. There won’t be as many missions as before, and he wasn’t very happy about it, I’m sure, but you have been there for every single important moment of mine, and I haven’t been in -”
“No, Harry,” Ginny interrupted. “You can’t possibly do that.”
Harry looked at her in confusion. He’d expected her to be elated, but it seemed the opposite had happened.
“This is your career that you’re talking about,” Ginny said. “You can’t possibly be throwing away all of that for me.”
“I’m not. Gin, I’m just going to go on fewer missions -”
“But missions are what you love. Fighting on the frontlines is what you chose to do,” Ginny cried.
Above them, the lights flickered, a momentary lapse in power.
“Gin, being with you is also what I chose. And I am happy with this. With you. Maybe in a few years, we can think about settling down. Merlin knows, that would be something a long time coming.”
Harry cupped Ginny’s face, trying to understand the conflicted look on her face.
“I swear, everything’s going to be alright.”
And as Ginny rested her head on his chest, Harry couldn’t help but wonder if what he had said was true.
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It came like a postcard
Picture perfect, shiny family
Holiday, peppermint candy
But for him it's every day
TODAY'S TIME
Three days till Christmas.
Ginny knew, if she didn’t leave now, she wouldn’t ever find the courage to go home in time for it.
She looked up at the still flickering lights in her house. If her mum found out about the way she was living, she’d be horrified. Hell, Ginny herself seemed horrified herself most days.e
Half-finished bottles of whisky near the basin, her clothes lying all over the house, most of them unwashed, and food? She had resorted to eating mostly at pubs, or over at Marlene’s.
Normally, she’d be looking forward to Christmas. But, somehow, this year, she just couldn’t find the will to go to the Burrow and put up that mask of hers, the one where she was happier than most days.
He’d be there too.
Ginny closed her eyes, using her wand to create sparks of golden glitter over her, that disappeared before they fell over her.
She’d known things were going to fall apart the day he’d opted out of that mission. And Tomas had died.
She’d seen his face when Kingsley’s patronus had appeared in the room. Seen his expression.
Ginny gulped down the lump in her throat, taking in a few deep breaths, before clicking her tongue and getting up from the couch.
She couldn’t afford to do this.
She got up, waving her wand to get herself dressed, before picking up her rucksack and heading out the door.
An hour later, she had apparated right in front of the door. Even while outside, she could hear the chatter inside the house. Ron’s voice, her mum yelling. Someone laughing.
Even unconsciously, she felt a smile across her face.
He’d be there, but it’d be okay. It would.
Taking a breath, she muttered the spell Bill had set on the door and walked right in.
Almost instantly, an uproar started.
“Ginevra,” her mom cried out, followed by a chorus of Ginnys, and a lot of footsteps running towards her. The first one was her mum.
Ginny laughed as she was wrapped up in a hug by the shorter woman.
“You’re eleven days late,” her mum was yelling away, and for a second, Ginny just buried her nose in her shoulder, taking in the smell of home. After being promoted to Captain, and Gwenog leaving, a different arena of responsibilities had fallen on her shoulder, and Ginny had struggled throughout the past year, trying to keep the Holyhead Harpies up. She had succeeded, to an extent, but not without being under the scrutiny of the entire Wizarding World, and of course, herself.
But now, after nearly 17 months, she was home again.
The second her mum left her, she was brought into a hug by her Dad and Bill, and then the rest of her brothers followed, each of them ruffling her hair, though she gave Ron a much deserved glare as he went to do so.
“How’s the baby?” she asked Hermione, as Fleur kissed her cheek.
“Rough. She’s started kicking, but it’s not as bad as it had been a few days ago.”
“All babies are like that, my love," Fleur reassured. "I remember, Dominique nearly broke me by all her moving.”
The three women laughed, and Ginny’s eyes travelled among the crowd, as they slowly landed on him.
He was looking right at her.
It had been ages since she had seen those green eyes.
Ginny lowered her eyes in embarrassment, as she felt everybody slowly scurrying out of the room, The fire crackled in the distance as Ginny spared a smile.
“Hey, Harry,” she said softly.
“Hi there, Gin,” his voice ringed in her ears and Ginny couldn’t help but reel at the name he had called her, the name that seemed right only on his lips. His eyes were still as green as ever, but right now, in the soft light of the fireplace, they seemed golden.
His eyes travelled across her face, and Ginny shuffled uncomfortably as his eyebrows furrowed. “How’s everything going?”
“Good, good,” he said.
Ginny nodded. How long had it been since she’d seen him last? Two years? Three? All she remembered was that the last time they had met, she’d been so utterly devastated, that she had retreated to the closures of her house, and not come out for nearly a week, before Gwenog and Marlene dragged her out.
She didn’t even think she deserved to pine after him. Not when she had been the one to end things.
Irony, she’d fallen in love first, and she’d been the first one to let go.
But right now, him in front of her, she couldn’t help but think that only if they had tried harder, if she’d just held on longer, then this wouldn’t be it. This wouldn’t be the life she’d be leading. One submerged in loneliness, one where her job had become her one and only ultimatum in life.
She could have had a different life with him. A different world.
It was too late to think like that. And it seemed pretty pathetic on her part.
Ginny snapped out of her reverie as Harry called out her name.
“Yeah,” she answered breathlessly.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she repeated. “Completely fine.”
…
So I peered through a window
A deep portal, time travel
All the love we unravel
And the life I gave away
She couldn’t sleep. It was torture, because she was exhausted. She had nearly dozed off during dinner, before being sent up to bed by her mother. It took her back to her younger days. When sleep came easy.
It seemed the moment she landed on her bed, all her sleep vanished in an instant.
Frustrated, she slipped out of bed, carefully, without noise, climbing her way down the stairs. If she had been back at home, she would promptly take a sleep potion, and that would have made things easier. Here, not so much.
Ginny paused by the Christmas tree as she was making her way out the door. After Victoire and Dominique had learned how to walk, they’d resorted to tying the ornaments on the top portion of the tree, out of their reach and even after they had grown up, things had remained that way. Ginny smiled, reaching above her to touch a small toy horse that her dad had whittled for her when she'd been three.
Her younger self had been absolutely elated.
Thankfully, that feeling hadn't changed.
Ginny drew in a breath, before slowly creeping out of the house.
She stopped when she entered the backyard.
Harry.
Ginny gulped, slowly backing away, her steps quickeing as Harry turned his head.
“Ginny, hey.”
She cursed under her breath, then called out to him, the wind carrying her words to him. “I’m sorry, I was leaving-”
“You don’t have to do that.”
Ginny paused yet again, as Harry continued. “I was only leaving, so you can stay -”
“You don’t have to leave because of me,” Ginny stated. “I’ll join you, if that’s okay.”
Harry nodded, then stepped aside to make room for her beside the pumpkin patch, as Ginny walked towards him.
After the Burrow had gone up in Flames all those years ago, they'd worked hard to rebuild it. She couldn't say that it was better than before. But the view from the backyard was absolutely undeniable.
“Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” she asked as she reached the patio, a small smile on her face.
“When have I been able to?” Harry scoffed.
Ginny frowned, then, as if by habit, she asked. “How long has it been since you last slept?”
“Truthfully, um...last night. Ron and I went out for drinks, and I had a good too many, before I passed out. Woke up right before your mum called us for lunch.”
Ginny laughed, and felt Harry look at her. Under the moonlight, and even with the shadows falling on his face, his eyes shone like the light of day.
The silence between them was welcomed.
“How are things, really?” Harry asked her.
“Rough,” Ginny admitted. “Turns out, being a captain is not all that they tell you.”
“You’ve done a marvelous job though,” Harry replied. “The Harpies have had the most number of victories since the Magpies in the last decade.”
So, he had been keeping track of her. Ginny couldn’t help but smile at that.
“How’s things looking in the Ministry?”
“As they are,” Harry replied, as if by habit. But then, as if thinking over his answer twice, he continued. “Kingsley has things mostly under control, but they tend to get out of hand once or twice.”
Ginny nodded, looking out at the lake glistening in the moonlight. She wondered what to ask next. What do you ask someone who’s heart you had broken not even five years ago?
She cleared her throat, then turned towards Harry. “Anybody you’re, umm…with, nowadays?”
Harry turned to her, his arms hanging effortlessly on the railing. His eyes stood fixed on her face for a few seconds, before answering.
“Do you think so?”
“Uhm..” Ginny cleared her throat. “What do you mean?”
“It means no, Gin,” Harry shook his head. “It means I’m not dating anybody.”
“Oh.” Ginny nodded, then turned towards the railing again.
And yet again, they fell into a deafening silence, a silence different that others, the silence that seemed to suffocate her into the same hole she’d led herself to five years ago.
“Would we have worked out if Tomas hadn’t died?” Harry asked suddenly, his voice breaking through the mist and Ginny felt a chill travel through her spine.
She turned towards Harry, her eyes blazing. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean, Gin.”
“Are you really asking me that, Harry?”
“Yes,” his voice strained. “I am. Because I have thought about all the things that happened over and over in my head, and I still can’t believe what I did wrong.”
“You did nothing wrong, Harry,” Ginny cried out. How could he think he had done anything wrong when it was her that was the problem?
“Then, tell me, Gin. Speak to me. Tell me what happened that led us to being this way.”
“I don’t know Harry,” Ginny cried out. “You were ready to give up everything just for us, for me, and you think I could have taken it as it is?”
“What was I going to give up?”
“Really, Harry?” Ginny said, agitated. “Because Tomas died, I was able to see how it affected you. How you opting out of missions affected you. He died, and it seemed that you took it all on you.”
Harry shook his head, denying, but Ginny continued.
“You think I don’t know you Harry? The minute that Patronus appeared, you were completely crushed because somehow, you thought that if you had just gone on that mission, he would have lived.”
“That isn't fair. I chose that," Harry said, his voice brimming with something she couldn't recognize. "How many times had it been since we'd had one waking moment with each other? You think I didn't notice the way you hurt with all the times I left you standing with overtime missions and duties?"
"I would have rather you do that than sacrifice doing what you love to be with me."
"That isn't fair."
“It isn’t. My career, it would have led me to be away nine months out of twelve. Yours, the other three. Me sacrificing my career would have led me to destroy myself. You sacrificing it nearly destroyed you.” “And I know,” Ginny’s voice turned heavy, “that maybe if I had bargained with Gwenog, asked her to keep me out of a few matches, then maybe we could have worked something out, but I - “ her voice cracked. “I don’t know why I didn’t do that.”
“You shouldn’t have had to,” Harry said quietly. Ginny couldn't hear the anger within them anymore. He stepped closer to her and raised his hand, his thumb brushing off a stray tear. And just when he was preparing to leave, he paused, and then lightly pressed his lips on Ginny’s forehead.
Ginny closed her eyes, and when she opened them back again after a few minutes, he was gone.
…
He was sunshine, I was midnight rain
He wanted it comfortable
I wanted that pain
He wanted a bride
I was making my own name
Chasing that fame
He stayed the same
All of me changed like midnight
“Did he say when he’ll come back?” Teddy asked Ginny for the third time, and Ginny closed her eyes, her mind straying to the night before the last for what may have been the fiftieth time. Her heart clenched as she shook her head.
“No, Ted, he didn’t tell me anything.”
Teddy frowned, as his hair turned a grimmer shade of blue.
“But it’s Christmas Eve,” Teddy whined. Bill looked at Ginny sadly, and then whispered slightly.
“You want me to take him off your arms?” Bill whispered.
“That’s alright. I could do with the company anyway,” Ginny smiled.
With Victoire and Dominique off with their mother and Hermione, Teddy had been rendered horribly alone. Especially when he missed a certain young blonde.
“Then do you mind if I pop out with the guys for a-”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ginny waved him off and Bill pecked her cheek gently, ruffling Teddy’s hair before leaving.
Ginny watched as Teddy messed around with a few trinkets, probably from Zonko’s and then rested her head back on the couch. She shut her eyes, blocking out everything around her.
Harry had not been back since that night. He had floo-ed in, so that no one would worry, but everyone knew. Bill and Ron had been especially protective, making sure Ginny didn’t run off too somewhere.
The fire crackled, the heat from it not nearly enough to warm Ginny. She shivered, and as Teddy noticed, he got up, bringing over a blanket for Ginny.
“Thanks,” Ginny smiled as Teddy made herself comfortable beside her.
“I don’t like that the both of you are always so sad during Christmas,” Teddy muttered, and Ginny looked at him in surprise.
“What do you mean?”
“You and Harry,” Teddy motioned with his eyebrows, “you know, all that drama.”
Ginny raised an eyebrow, and Teddy huffed. “I’m not a child, you know.”
Somehow, that seemed funny to Ginny, the way he sounded so much like Harry. Her heart clenched as she thought about him, and she shuffled to get warmer.
“Are you still cold?” Teddy asked and Ginny shook her head.
“I’m good.”
Teddy nodded, sinking into deep thought, and Ginny watched as his hair changed into green and then turquoise before turning back into blue. She smiled sadly, her thoughts turning to his mother.
“He still loves you a lot,” Teddy stated suddenly. “More than a lot actually.”
And yet again, Ginny was rendered speechless. Teddy looked at Ginny, and then winced. “I don’t think I was supposed to say that.”
Ginny chuckled weakly, then closed her eyes, reeling from what he’d just said.
“Do you love him?”
Her eyes snapped back open.
“Huh?”
“Do you love him?” Teddy asked again.
“Yeah,” Ginny admitted, albeit breathlessly. “I do. Of course I do. More than I know.”
Teddy nodded, and then, with a triumphant smile on his face, muttered under his breath.
“I knew it.”
…
Rain, he wanted it comfortable
I wanted that pain
He wanted a bride
I was making my own name
Chasing that fame
He stayed the same
All of me changed
Like midnight rain.
She watched with bated breath, as the train that would take her to the Apparating Station arrived on the platform.
Not a lot had happened since Christmas Eve, but it seemed a long way away now, even though it had been only a week.
Christmas had not even started fully, that the Quidditch Authorities had sent an official letter to all Quidditch Captains and Managers to report to Ireland, or the official Management Quarters with their entire team roster, and details. Apparently, some of them had been using broom enhancement potions in secret to win matches, and now the Authority wanted to review everybody’s position in the roster.
It was bollocks, Ginny had thought personally. The fact that this had happened on Christmas too hadn’t helped matters, and she had chewed off the wizard who had met with her at the Department. It had only led to a stricter review of her team members, but to no avail, as it returned absolutely spotless.
And very well so too. Her team was as good as they came, she had thought angrily.
Now that she was back in London, all she had to do was get on the train and reach the Apparating Station so that she could get back home and sleep.
Merlin knows, she needed that.
As she got up on the train, Ginny thought back to her conversation with Teddy. How a conversation with a teenager wanted to make her try things again, she had no idea, but for a moment there, she had wanted to.
And perhaps, she would have too, when Harry got back. But, that clearly hadn’t happened, and now as she rested her head on her seat bench, opposite to a sleeping Muggle lady, she let herself think what hurt her to the core.
Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.
Ginny closed her eyes, letting the train lull her into a sleep.
…
It hadn’t even been half an hour when the train screeched to a stop. Ginny jerked awake, wiping at some stray drool at the corner of her mouth. She smiled briefly at the lady opposite to her, before she hurried out of the train.
It was when she stepped on the platform that she allowed herself to look at her overly-familiar surroundings. After spending nearly her entire life in London, she had grown to become accustomed to it, and now, as her eyes scanned over the crowd filled with Muggles and Wizards, her eyes landed over a pair that were too familiar to be true.
Ginny blinked, then looked away to make sure she wasn’t seeing things.
But no, there was no denying it.
It was him.
“Harry,” she said breathlessly, as they both started walking towards each other at the same time.
“Hey, Gin,” he smiled, and Ginny chuckled in surprise.
“Were you waiting for me?”
His eyes told her whatever she wanted to know, so she nodded, avoiding his eyes.
“Uhmm…my house, we can just apparate there from here,” she said, as Harry nodded. “We can go there and talk.”
Ginny felt her heart hammering against her chest, as she motioned him towards the Apartment Compartment, which was basically an Old London telephone booth now.
Without saying a word, Ginny gripped his sleeve, as they both Apparated right in front of their house.
“Come on then,” she said, as she tapped her wand three times against the door to open it.
Harry followed her wordless, and it was not before the door had closed behind them did Ginny utter a word.
“The house is messy, but don’t mind it,” she stated blankly. Then, after mulling it over her head, she hesitantly started, “What do you want to talk about?”
Harry looked straight at her as he started speaking. “Teddy told me,” he stated.
Ginny swallowed, and then looked away from him, afraid to glance into his eyes. Her heart hammered painfully in her chest.
“I thought it would only be right if it was me who told you what my nosy grandson did.”
Ginny chuckled drily, and then looked at Harry, her eyes glistening with tears.
“Harry,” she warned.
“What, Ginny?” he said, as he took a step closer to her. “Am I supposed to deny what Ted told you? Because I can’t do that. Not when every word he said was true.”
“Harry,” Ginny’s voice broke, as Harry stepped even closer. But even with her denial of what was happening at the moment, she couldn’t step back.
“I love you, Gin,” Harry said softly. “Merlin knows, I have loved you since that day in the Common Room, even before that and I don’t think that there is any way or any thing in this world that would stop me from doing so.”
“Harry -”
“No, hear me out, Gin. Please,” Harry begged. “We know all too well that every word you said that night was true, but somehow, I can’t quite comprehend it. Let’s try this, Gin. Let’s try this one more time, because I don’t think I could settle with the world if we didn’t try again.”
Ginny looked up at him, the gap between them becoming increasingly smaller as she stepped closer. Her fingers wrapped around his, as she closed her eyes. She’d spent five years thinking and thinking and thinking yet again about all of this. And she’d decided, that back then, when they had been younger and the world had seemed a bit more conquerable, they had not known what they probably knew all too well now.
That they couldn’t live without each other.
That Ginny couldn’t live without Harry.
“If you don’t want this Gin, tell me now, and I swear to Merlin, I’ll never bring this up again -”
“No,” Ginny said, her voice strong. She cracked a teary smile, and then let her fingers intertwine with his. “I want this, Harry. I want it too.”
She drew in a breath, and then repeated her thoughts, loud and clear. “This time, it’s just going to be you and me against the world Potter. Just us. And nobody else.”
Her voice wobbled, as her eyes filled with tears. She didn't think she'd survive if she lost this man again, and though she was stepping into hellfire at the moment, she hoped it would be worth it.
And as Harry looked at her with those clear green eyes, as he brought her face closer and captured her lips in a kiss, she let herself be drowned in that bliss she'd denied herself for so many years. And after years of being apart, those lips felt like home.
Just them against the world.
And as they pulled apart, and Ginny looked into the eyes of the man she had loved and missed for so long, a smile broke on her face, a bright smile; a smile that she herself had missed for so long.
“Remind me to thank Teddy for this,” she chuckled, and Harry joined her, leaning their foreheads against each other, his arms around her waist, hers around his.
“I will,” he said, finally.
And Ginny laughed.
#HINNY#hinny#hinny fanfiction#hinny fluff#hinny angst#hinny romance#no beta#we live like men#harry potter#ginny weasley#hinny fandom#hinny au#harry x ginny#break up and get back together#midnight rain#he was sunshine i was midnight rain#taylor swift#midnights#angst with a happy ending#family#happy ending#hinny headcanon#the eras tour#ts#teddy lupin#ron weasley#hermione granger#side charcaters
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‘’You always let your emotions get in the way, that's the problem with you, Ginny,’’ Molly said, almost shouting. ''You don't think!''
‘’Mum…’’
"’He’s just a man, Ginny!’’
‘’No, he’s not.’’
‘’Oh, so what are you telling me? That it was all worth it, because he is the love of your life and he is the man for you?!’’
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sacred new beginnings
AO3 link above
Harry is frustrated with his flatmate, Ginny, again. For valid reasons. He swears.
graphic creds to @takearisk-ao3
beta creds to @narukoibito
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Phosphenes
New Story! FFN and AO3
Harry isn't one to keep secrets, unless he knows that the secret is worth keeping for a few days. And when it comes to surprising Ginny and Teddy, it's usually worth it. A Muggle AU Hinny fluffy one-shot.
My wonderful friend @thisismegz had a big celebration last month and on the one month anniversary of that event, I'm dropping this little gem of domestic AU Hinny bliss. Congratulations, darling! May happiness follow you all your life!
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Ginny gasped as Harry opened the door and pulled her against him, claiming her lips with his own.
"This is your fault." She sighed as she kissed along his jaw.
"I couldn't wait anymore." He pressed her against the door to close it. "I told you as much. However, I didn't think about the fact that you would still be leaving in the morning for two away games in a row. But now that you're home-"
"Ginny!"
Harry chuckled and pulled away to scoop Teddy up in his arms.
"Hi, Teddy!" Ginny promptly took Harry's godson from him. "How are you?"
"Good! I got up early and talked with Mummy and Daddy!"
"And are they finding lots of dinosaur bones for you?"
"Daddy says they aren't digging that deep but Uncle Harry says we'll go to the museum and I can dig up the ones there."
"Oh that does sound fun. Do I get to come too?"
"Yes!" Teddy kissed her cheek. "Uncle Harry takes us to the cafe with the yummy brownies when you come."
"Then I think I must come so you can have your brownie." Ginny kissed Teddy back.
"Uncle Sirius and Aunt Marlene might join us for that by the way." Harry tickled Teddy's side. "Marlene has a meeting at the museum this afternoon."
"Are we going today then?"
"I thought it would be a good way to celebrate after we tell him."
"You haven't told him?"
"Told me what?"
"You told your parents right? Because I called mine the next morning from the airport."
"I told my mum and dad but asked them to let me tell everyone else." Harry casually checked his phone as he leant against the wall.
"Tell me what?"
"Why on earth would you wait? Harry, it's been nearly two weeks!"
Teddy pulled her face into his little hands and pressed his forehead against hers. "Tell me what!"
Ginny laughed and kissed Teddy's nose. "Harry asked me to marry him Teddy, and I said yes."
Teddy cheered and threw his little arms around her neck. "Yes! Now you'll be my Aunt Ginny and you'll be here whenever I come to stay with Uncle Harry and we'll always get brownies after the museum!"
Ginny turned to Harry who had his phone pointing at her and Teddy. "Are you recording this?"
"That's why I waited to tell him." He smiled back at her. "A kid ought to have something to remember from when his godfather gave him a godmother."
"I don't think it works that way." Ginny wiped at the tears trying to fill her eyes.
"We'll make it work that way. Now, Teddy, should we take your new godmother to the museum?"
"Yes! I'll get my shoes." He shimmied until Ginny put him down and then went running for his room at Harry's until his parents returned from their dig.
Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed her soundly. "I love you."
"I love you too." She melted as he kissed behind her ear. "Do Sirius and Marlene know? Or Remus and Tonks?"
Harry chuckled, "Yes, everyone knew but Ted."
"So all of this was to rile me up?"
"You're cute when you're miffed." He brought his lips back to hers. "Besides, you can't tell me that wasn't the best way to tell Teddy."
"I'm in for it aren't I?" Ginny laughed and wondered if they might be able to tire Teddy out enough to get him to take a nap this afternoon.
"Nah, only when we have big things to announce."
"Then heaven save me when we have our first kid."
Harry laughed and kissed her. "Don't worry, I'll behave myself when we reach that point."
"I'm ready!" Teddy came barreling into the entryway. "Let's go!"
"Just let me grab my keys." Harry kissed her once more before moving for his keys.
"Ginny?" Teddy took her hand.
"Yes, love?"
"Can I call you Aunt Ginny or do I have to wait until you and Uncle Harry are married?"
Ginny swallowed the little lump of emotion that climbed up her throat. "You can call me Aunt Ginny now."
Teddy wrapped his arms around her legs and held on tight. "I love you, Aunt Ginny!"
Harry smiled at her from the corridor and Ginny laughed as a single tear escaped down her cheek. "I love you too, Teddy."
#gift fic#phosphenes#hinny#hinny au#muggle au#harry x ginny#harry potter x ginny weasley#engagement announcement#teddy lupin#family feels#fluff
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Summary: In her first professional Quidditch season, Ginny has only two goals: to get a permanent position on the team and be the Best Revelation Player of the season. Dating her teammate was not on her list.
If only she hadn’t snogged Harry in front of everyone.
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Harry opened his eyes. Her perfume was still around, but the only sunlight was the beams of light breaking through the curtains. For a moment, Harry groaned unhappily, unsatisfied that it had only been a dream—and then the memories from last night came back; his dream had been more than the usual wishful thinking, the alternative better version of moments he’d lived with Ginny.
He and Ginny had really kissed, that was the first thing he knew.
And the second thing he knew, when he rolled around in the empty bed, was that Ginny was gone.
Read from the beginning | Chapter 2
#look what I got to update early before leaving o/#Seeking You#Hinny#Hinny AU#Quidditch Hinny#Fake Dating#Thank you ALL for being so nice about this <3
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Hinny AU (Jily lives!) where after surviving Voldemort's attack on Godric's Hollow, James and Lily don't trust Dumbledore that much anymore. And in come the Weasleys, who worship him, so Molly doesn't want Ron and Ginny associating with rebels like the Potters and Sirius Black.
But they do anyway and Hinny fall fast, and the arguments between Lily and Molly, and Bill and Sirius become friends, but "Oh! Black went to Azkaban! There wouldn't be smoke if there was no fire!" and oooooh........the tension!
#mum he's 15#dumbledore doesnt fully trust them#he's dangerous!#dont talk about my son like that!#that lily potter has a temper#harry potter#ginny weasley#ginny potter#hinny#james potter#lily evans#lily potter#jily#marauders#sirius black#hinny au#ron weasley#molly weasley#albus dumbledore#bill weasley#can you imagine the tension????#molly just wants her kids to be safe#so they shouldnt associate with the harry potter#oh and sirius went to azkaban#remus and arthur are peacekeepers#but lets be honest#they fail#miserably#just popped into my mind and then it kind of snowballed
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I have completed yellow Submarine and though it was a satisfactory ending, I must ask this from you, what erotic thing Ginny whispered to Harry? Sorry for the grammatical mistakes.
I can’t think of what that was off the top of my head? Probably something to do with her thinking of him while masturbating? Seems likely. 😂
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