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hinnysupremacy · 5 months
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Harry must have been very happy when he saw Ginny in her wedding dress, but can you imagine how happy he was when he first saw her with her Holyhead Harpies uniform with "Potter" on the back?
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aat2184 · 2 years
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"Anything's possible if you got enough nerve" Ginny Weasley
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tae-rhr · 2 years
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Ginny Weasley - Holyhead Harpies;
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theonlyrealthing · 2 years
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ginny: THAT FILTHY, CHEATING—
gwenog: calm down, ginny!
ginny: HE LITERALLY CLUBBED A BLUDGER RIGHT AT MY HEAD AS I’M AIMING
gwenog: yeah still, you can’t just go and hex an opposing team member
harry: gin! don’t do it-
ginny, instantly softening: well, if harry says don’t, then i guess—
harry: - without me! let’s go teach him a lesson, eh?
ginny: LET’S FUCKING GO!
gwenog: wait what—
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enigmaticemperor · 1 year
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Forgive me for going off topic towards the end 😅
Prompt #13: Talking about the war
He walked into the living room to find Ginny curled up on the couch. The boys, as usual, were hyperactive before bed, and it wasn't easy getting them to sleep. 
Ginny was staring off into space, lost in thought.
The third pregnancy had been harder on her than the first two. The Harpies were in the semifinals when they found out, and Ginny wanted to finish the season. Healers allowed pregnant players to continue till the end of the first trimester.
Lily didn't want to sleep for long spells either, whether it was inside Ginny's belly or after being born. Being born the smallest of all three didn't help assuage Harry and Ginny's concerns either.
He sat next to her and brought his arms around her. She immediately sank into him.
He pressed a kiss to her temple. "She needs time to settle. The boys surely did."
"I know," she sighed, "I'm not worried about that." She let out a chuckle. "She looks just like Jamie when she sleeps."
Harry closed his eyes and hummed. Lily looked a lot like Ginny, except for the mouth and eyelashes, which all three had the same of. So when they were little, they all looked the same, more or less, except for the eyes.
"I want to write about the DA."
This made Harry open his eyes suddenly.
"I know we gave interviews and all that, but lately, I want to tell everyone the whole story. How shitty it was at Hogwarts, how Death Eaters aren't the best of teachers, well, except for Barty Crouch Junior," she joked, as if they weren't talking about the worst year of their lives.
"You sure?" Harry asked apprehensively. Memories of how she would retreat into a shell whenever that topic was brought up flooded him. That summer, Ginny made him promise that he wouldn't ever tell Molly and Arthur the full extent of what happened at Hogwarts.
She nodded, not meeting his eyes. He tilted her chin up with his forefinger. "You don't have to, you know. Just because the tenth anniversary is coming up - "
"I'm not going to lie. That is a big part of the reason. But it's not the only one. I think it's time everyone knows, and we can start learning from it. Parents wouldn't want their children to go through anything like that. So, people will listen to it," she said firmly.
"Nothing's going to happen to them," he said, sensing her fears.
She moved fully onto his lap, and Harry rested his head on her shoulder. "I just worry."
"Me too," he replied.
After a few moments or maybe hours, she said, "The Daily Prophet offered me a full-time job."
He kissed her collarbone. "You're going to finish that book first, aren't you?"
"Exactly," she sighed as his mouth moved to her neck.
"I'll take a break for the next six months, then."
She stopped him. "You don't have to."
"I'm Head Auror," he smirked. "I can do what I want. Besides, Ron is more than capable." He continued what Ginny paused.
"I'll be fine with the kids. I'll have time for the book, too," she threaded her hands through his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. Before Harry could kiss her, she smirked and moved to nip at his earlobe.
"Ginny…."
"Besides," she peppered kisses all over his face, intentionally missing the lips. "I want all three kids' first word to be mama."
He gripped her hips. "So that's your plan, Mrs Potter. I caught you red-handed."
"Yep," she popped the p. "What are you going to do about it, Head Auror?"
Before Harry could reply, Lily started crying, causing them to break apart.
"I'll go check on her," he said, and Ginny slid off.
"She still won't be saying dada first," she called after him.
He turned around and smirked, "We’ll see."
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username599 · 2 years
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Harry to James: look up there do you know who that is?
3 year old James: Mummy?
Harry: Yeah
Harry to Albus: Do you know who that is?
8 month old Albus: Mama
Ginny the Holyhead Harpy player: *playing against the Cannons*
Score: HH-450 CC-30
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captainsophiestark · 1 year
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Gryffindor Stereotype
Ginny Weasley x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2022!
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: “Think! For once!”
Summary: Y/N and Ginny have been dating for a few years and have managed to survive everything, including a war. Now, Y/N's a healer and Ginny's a rising star for the Holyhead Harpies. Despite everything they've been through together, however, they still have a little growing and learning to do.
Word Count: 1,670
Category: Fluff, little bit of angst
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I frowned as I climbed the (seemingly endless) stairs of the stands at the home stadium of the Holyhead Harpies. My girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, was in her first year of playing for them, and I'd come to pick her up from practice once I'd finished my shift at St. Mungo's. I'd been expecting to see them up in the air on their broomsticks, practicing as intently as they so often did, but the pitch had been empty. I'd seen movement up here in the stands, though, and heard some shouts, so I'd decided to investigate.
Finally, after what felt like forever, I got to the top of the stairs and came out in the back row of the stands. I took in the scene before me, and my brain short-circuited as I tried to make sense of it.
My girlfriend and one of her teammates were together at the top of the stairs, not far from me, each sitting in their own muggle shopping cart. The rest of their teammates surrounded them, cheering them on with their wands at the ready.
"Ginny?" I called. She looked over quickly at the sound of my voice, and her face broke out in a grin when she saw me.
"Y/N! Hi babe! Did you come to pick me up? That's sweet!"
"Uh, yeah... what are you doing?"
"We're racing down the stairs to the end of the bleachers! Last one has to do cardio the muggle way tomorrow," she said with a grin. I stopped to stare at her, rendered completely speechless. This was a terrible idea, and it would almost certainly result in one or both of them getting seriously hurt. They had to realize that, right?
Apparently not. As I stared at Ginny and the rest of her teammates, she turned away from me to face straight ahead again, then grabbed the edges of the shopping cart as if to brace herself.
"Ready?" asked their team's keeper, standing between Ginny and one of her fellow Chasers.
"Ready!" chorused Ginny and her teammate.
"Wait. Wait, no-"
"Alright! On your mark, get set-"
"Ginny, wait-"
"Go!"
"No! Ginny! Think! For once!" I shouted after her, but it was too late. She and her teammate were hurtling down the stands at full-speed. Before I could do anything, Ginny's wheel caught in a loose stone and brought her cart to a screeching halt, sending her flying down the stairs unprotected before crashing out her teammate too.
Ginny landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, tangled up in the benches. My heart stopped in my chest and I actually felt sick to my stomach at the sight of her. My healer's training was the only thing that kept me from throwing up as I raced down the stairs towards her.
"Ginny!"
She groaned, so at least she was conscious and alive. But I could tell from halfway up the grandstands that she wasn't going to be in good shape.
This was going to be a long night.
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"Alright, you're gonna be hurting for another week or two, but thanks to magical healing methods, you're gonna be fine," I said, finishing the wrap on Ginny's ankle before setting her leg back down on my lap. Ginny was sprawled out on the couch, heavily bandaged but thankfully fine. She'd had worse injuries when she'd first hit the ground, but a little magic went a long way, and now the worst of her injuries was a sprained ankle.
"Thanks..." she said a little sheepishly. Her face was bright red, and she just stared at her hands in her lap. "Are you, uh, mad at me? For doing that?"
I sighed and leaned back on the couch, looking at Ginny. She caused me insane amounts of stress sometimes, but she was also the love of my life. The good always far outweighed the bad.
"No," I said. Ginny met my eyes, the fire that I loved so much still burning bright in her eyes. "I just... I worry about you, Gin. A lot. You're the absolute stereotype of a reckless Gryffindor sometimes, and I love that about you, but it also makes me physically ill to see you hurt like that. To think what might've happened if you'd landed a bit differently and hit your head instead of your shoulder."
Ginny sighed heavily and played with the hem of her shirt as she responded.
"I know. I'm sorry. I promise I'll try to think a bit more before launching straight into things like that, it's just..." she trailed off, then took a deep breath. Finally, she met my eyes, a sorrow she usually hid clouding her face. "It feels good to do stupid, reckless things like that, you know? To feel alive and to be able to make ridiculous decisions without worrying too much about the consequences of them, after everything we've been through. We survived so much, I just... I don't want to waste a single moment I have left on this earth by being scared."
"I get it, Gin, I really do. We went through hell. We're owed a little carelessness in the name of fun, especially you. But I don't want to loose you to something so preventable after everything we survived, either."
Ginny sighed and nodded. "I agree. I promise I'll find a little bit more of a balance, for both our sakes'."
We shared a smile, and then Ginny sighed, a little of her normal humor coming back.
"Besides, can you imagine? 'She stood strong against Voldemort and survived a war, only for a muggle shopping cart to be her downfall.' I don't think I could stand it."
I laughed, and Ginny's face absolutely lit up as I did. I shifted our positions on the couch so I could lean down and give her a kiss, sweet and soft. When we pulled apart, Ginny had  a peaceful expression on her face, and my heart clenched at the sight of her. I just loved her so. Much.
"So, should we call it a night and go to bed then?" she asked, staring at me with a dreamy expression. I smiled.
"Actually... in the spirit of showing an interest in my girlfriend's hobbies, I was thinking we could go sneak into the neighbor's pool and jump off the high dive," I said. Ginny's eyes went wide, but a grin quickly broke out on her face all the same as I continued. "They're gone for the weekend, so we should have the place to ourselves."
Ginny shook her head like she couldn't believe I was real, then laughed, loud and bright. She sat up and winced a bit at the sudden movement, but then wrapped her arm around my neck and kissed me hard before I could ask if she was okay.
"Y/N, I don't know if I've told you lately, but I love you. So much."
"I love you too. Now come on, slow poke. What are you waiting for?"
Ginny practically cackled as I jumped off the couch. She sat up to follow, wincing again as she put weight on her bad ankle. She took a few steps towards me with a slight limp, and I held out my arm to help her, but stayed just a few steps out of reach whenever she tried to grab it.
"C'mon, you can do it," I said, my tone teasing. "Come on Ginny, what's the matter? Just a little further babe."
"You're an arse," she laughed. I laughed too, and then she lunged suddenly and grabbed my arm before I could pull away. I tucked her into my side, the two of us still smiling and laughing as we headed for the backyard.
"So I take it you don't want to change into swimsuits first?" I asked. Ginny scoffed.
"No way. One of the things that makes it reckless fun is just jumping in in our clothes. Or underwear."
I laughed as she wiggled her eyebrows at me, the lightly leaned my shoulder into her to give her a gentle shove.
"This was my plan. How did you become the one with the ulterior motives so quickly?"
She laughed and shot me a grin. "All skill, my love. Honed, impressive skill."
I couldn't argue with that. We made it to the backyard, and with a little help from me, Ginny and I both made it over the back fence into our neighbors' yard. We were great friends, and I really didn't think they'd mind us using their pool, but I also hadn't explicitly asked, which made my heart race a bit as we climbed the high dive. We stood up there together, looking out at the world around us, the adrenaline and the night air making everything seem more real.
I felt alive, and from the look on Ginny's face, she felt the same. As we took each others' hands and walked to the edge of the high dive, I tried to take in every second. Being here, with her, illuminated only by the glow of the pool before we took the plunge into the water below, I understood why she did things like this so often. As much as I was there for her, she was there for me.
"You ready?" she asked, turning to me with an electric grin.
"Absolutely," I replied, surprised to find that I actually meant it.
"Alright then. Count of three. One."
"Two."
"Three!"
With that, we leapt off the high dive together, hands clasped tightly as we quite literally took the plunge. Even when we hit the water and went under, surrounded by bubbles and trying to push ourselves back to the surface, we didn't let go of each others' hands.
After everything we'd been through and everything we continued to go through together, for better or worse, I was never planning on letting go. I'd found the love of my life, and we were going to experience everything together.
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Moodboard of a wild Gryffindor beater for the Holyhead Harpies.
Face-claim: Marisha Ray.
Requested by: anon.
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ravenclawcumlaude · 1 month
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Original line drawing post and headcanon linked above.
I like to think Ginny had some old Gryffindor clothes from school she would wear to her Holyhead practices even though the red clashed with the yellow and green.
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helenadurazzo · 1 year
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Miscalculation
Part One of my rewrite of Year 7, Chapter 51, also featuring the fall of R, spoilers ahead
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“The snitch has been caught!” The commentator loudly and enthusiastically informed the crowd. “The Holyhead Harpies gains a victory over the Wimbourne Wasps, allowing their position for the quidditch league cup to advance!”
Helena cheered loudly at the sound of the announcement, just like the other Harpies fans who were either dressed in emerald green and gold, or had fan merchandise such as flags, with those colors. It had certainly been an exciting match, although the Harpies were behind for the majority of the game. However, they managed to pull through. In fact, the other seeker would have probably grabbed the small golden ball with wings first if it wasn’t for them being distracted by a bludger sent by none other than Helena’s girlfriend, allowing just enough time for the Harpies’ own seeker to snatch the golden snitch
She watched as a familiar blonde hair figured approached her with a smile, “Hope you enjoyed the game.” Erika had managed to get Helena and her brother VIP tickets for the game so not only was she in one of the best spots to watch the match, it also was not very crowded, and accommodated for a casual conversation, even equipped with enough room to land a broom as many of the VIPs went to await seeing other members of the team, “Want a ride? I know a wonderful spot near the pitch.”
“Of course!” Helena happily exclaimed.
“Do not forget we have to meet up with Mum and Dad soon.” Her older brother, Jacob attempted to remind her, “Aunt Cynthia is coming to visit , remember?”
“I have not forgotten.” Helena replied as she carefully got on the broom. “Chill.”
“I will get her back in time.” Erika assured him, seemingly noticing Jacob’s somewhat impatient attitude, “Don’t you worry.”
As they flew away, Helena could imagine her brother with his unimpressed, yet reluctantly accepting face. She remembered how when she first told Jacob about Erika, how he went into an overprotective brother mode, however, took a few steps back when he realized that Erika could be a fair match for him, after all, she was a skilled dueler, even though the majority of her talents fell within the realm of quidditch.
Erika flew the broom towards a beautiful meadow with colorful flowers that was still within sight of the quidditch pitch. In fact, the two probably could have walked there if they could not fly or apparate. The bright shining sun brought the meadow to life by seemingly enhancing the vibrant colors of each and every petal. It reminded her of the time Erika surprised her with a nighttime tea date in one of the greenhouses following the Valentine’s day dance when both of them were at Hogwarts. Helena figured that Erika had learned by now that it did not take much to impress her in the end.
“You did wonderful out there!” Helena congratulated her girlfriend again with a warm embrace once she landed her broom, getting off carefully and then looking back towards Erika as she held her broom firmly. “The seeker may be the one to seal the victory by catching the snitch, but without beaters like you and Gwenog, they would never have a chance.”
Helena was never a super fan of quidditch when she was younger and could not claim any different now. However, what she definitely knew was that she had found a favorite quidditch team in the Holyhead Harpies, although she might have been a little biased. After all, her girlfriend did certainly look magnificent in her emerald green uniform that was not all that different from the dark green uniform she wore when she played for Slytherin as a student.
“I am still technically a reserve.” Erika reminded her with cautious optimism. “I only got to play this match because Rhonda fell badly ill with dragon pox.”
“Wasn’t she planning on retiring at the end of the season?” Helena asked curiously, hoping not to sound insensitive, “or was it the next one?”
“Yeah, although she was quite speculative about it.” Erika admitted. “As much as I want to be a permanent player, it’ll be sad to see her go, she has been a staple of the Harpies for many years.“
“You do make a good point.” Helena agreed. Although she had never met Rhonda before, she did recall seeing her name pop up a number of times, having at least part of the credit of successful victory to Harpies credited to her.
“I don’t want to make this all about me, so what have you been up to?” Erika asked.
“Well, you can not tell anyone what I am about to tell you.” Helena quietly began, glancing around her, “because if the wrong person hears this, it could ruin everything and we’d have to recalculate.”
“Does this have to do with R?” Erika questioned quietly, picking up on the need for secrecy.
“Yes.” Helena nodded, “Me and Jacob have a plan on how to take them down. Basically, we are going to get as many aurors as we can and ambush them at their next meeting, ending their reign of terror right then and there, and no one will get hurt ever again.”
Erika nodded at Helena’s brief explanation, “You have not told any of the members of the Circle of Khanna about your plan?” Erika skeptically asked.
“We have many members who are great with combat.” Helena explained, “Talbott and Tonks have been working hard to become an auror after graduation, and Jae knows his way around Knockturn Alley so he knows how to defend himself against dark magic. Regardless, we are all just students at the end of the day. The people we face if R are experienced with dark magic and much more knowledgeable than us, if the Circle of Khanna ambushed her, someone would get hurt, if not die for sure, and I cannot risk that. At least if we bring in Aurors, plus me and Jacob, no one else will need to get hurt.”
Erika sighed, “Seems like I am not talking you about keeping yourself out of danger am I? You need to remember that you are also not as experienced as the Aurors, and it’s simply because you have not had the extensive training they have had and nothing more, you want to go risk your life as well?”
“I managed to defeat Rakepick in the Sunken Vault.” Helena reminded her, “I may not be as strong as the Aurors or my brother, but I need to-“
“Shush.” Erika suddenly said, using her head to motion to someone who was most likely approaching them. She then leaned and whispered, “We will continue this later, just be careful.” into Helena’s ear.
Helena could not deny the fact that Erika had a strong point. However, she knew she was not like her peers, she never really was. None of them needed to get thrown into the cursed vaults and R nonsense but ended up being thrown in anyways, and it was her fault. She knew full well that if she had told her peers about her plan, they would not have questioned the idea of joining her, especially as it translated into Rowan’s death finally being avenged by contributing to the fall of the dark society that caused it. However, it was a risk Helena could not bear taking. Was her
plan complete nonsense? Possibly, however it did not matter much to her anyways, in a week, she told herself over and over again, replacing the amount of time with the necessary amount, this will all be over.
As these thoughts flowed through Helena’s head like a loud and rushing river, she noticed Gwenog Jones approaching them, like Erika she was still dressed in her Holyhead Harpies uniform, supposedly going to find them before heading to the tents to change like the rest of their teammates. She must had walked all the way there as Helena had not heard anything that could point to Apparation being the method of her arrival, unless her thoughts caused her to not hear the brief moment it happened, and she certainly did not have her broomstick in her hand. Still, Helena did not think much of it, after all, it made sense. Erika and Gwenog had been friends ever since they met during
their school years, with Gwenog serving as a mentor to Erika in the ways of being a beater.
“Great to see you again!” Gwenog called out with a smile, “How have you been Helena?”
“Good.” Helena replied simply, “Me and Erika were just talking about your victory against the Wasps, it was such an incredible match to watch.”
“Glad you enjoyed it!” Gwenog cheerfully replied, “Always happy to please a fan.”
“Any word about Rhonda’s condition?” Erika asked suddenly. “Is she recovering?”
“Hmm?” Gwenog started, as if she was caught off guard by the question, “Ah yes, Rhonda! I apologize, after all the prep work for this match and the insanity of actually doing said match has made the topic slip my mind you know?”
“Right…” Erika replied, however Helena could tell by her facial expressions that she was unconvinced.
Helena initially attempted to pay attention to Erika and Gwenog’s conversation, but an observation she silently made caused their conversation to become nothing but background noise. It was certainly hard to make out due to how bright the sun was shining, however Helena could confirm that there were two figures, on brooms, flying towards them. One was clearly a man, and by his messy black hair and seemingly lack of flying talent shown by how his broom refused to fly in a completely straight line, allowed Helena to determine that it had to have been Jacob who somehow managed to get his hands on a broom, rather than a more experienced member of the Wimbourne Wasps.
The second figure however, was much more difficult to determine. It was most certainly a woman, but her lack of wearing a green or yellow quidditch uniform determined she had either changed out of her uniform into more casual clothes, or like Jacob, was simply a spectator who got her hands on a broom, although she was certainly wearing the emerald green of the Holyhead Harpies. However, she started questioning more as the brooms got closer, and she could more clearly examine the woman who had a darker complexion and dark brown hair that almost appeared to be black that was styled in braids that flew gently with the wind, she almost looked like Gwenog, in fact, almost too much like Gwenog.
As if on cue, Gwenog suddenly turned around and pulled out her wand and did a quick swish of it but did not say anything. Almost immediately, her brother fell from his broom and succumbed to gravity, quickly tumbling towards the ground below him, however, the woman who looked like Gwenog more and more the closer she got, quickly landed her broom, stationed it to be directly below Jacob, and transfigured it into a mattress, which Helena inferred was certainly an improvement to landing awkwardly on the ground.
Normally, Helena figured that in the rare case she was ever involved in a situation that involved a doppelgänger and Gwenog, that Erika would need to be the one to tell the difference between the two. However, in this instance, even Helena, who did not know Gwenog as well, could even tell the difference. After all, she remembered during her first meeting with Gwenog Jones, she admitted to being poor with charms, even in the present. However, she also claimed she was one of the best in her year when it came to the art of transfiguration.
Helena grabbed her wand and pointed it threateningly at the imposter, however the woman only smirked as she uttered the word, “Expelliarmus.” With ease, causing for Helena’s wand to go flying out of her hand with a flash of scarlet light.
Her brother and Gwenog had their own wands out and engaged in a couple of spells back and forth with the fake Gwenog. However, the imposter managed to avoid each of their spells with ease, knocking both of them out with a stunning spell, though she herself even realized it would not give her a lot of time.
Helena watched as Erika instinctively stood in front of Helena as the woman turned towards them, “I do not know who you are.” Erika confidently spat at the woman, “but I won’t let you lay a single finger on her.” Helena assumed Erika did not have her wand with her, which honestly made sense as she hardly ever saw Erika with her wand during her training.
The woman only chuckled like a stereotypical villainess, Helena admitted it was cliche, but there was something about hearing an evil laugh in person that made it frightening, especially in a situation where you had no means to defend yourself effectively. Helena watched once more as the woman transformed herself into another form, Helena determined it was Verucca Buckthorn-Snyde, the director of R and according to multiple sources, one of the leader’s most trusted allies. Verucca looked as how Helena remembered her from spying on previous R meetings, an old woman with completely grey hair with the exception of a single part that was amber, not too unlike a certain Slytherin in her year.
“Unfortunately for you.” Verucca replied with a smirk as she grabbed both of them firmly most likely to enact a forced Apparation, “you don’t have a choice.”
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50044w44s · 1 year
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headcanon <3
when harry and ginny got married she chose to change her last name to potter but her quidditch shirt with the holyhead harpies was always Weasley cause she would never want jer success to be mistaken for anyone else's but hers
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samesanegirl · 2 years
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LET’S TALK ABOUT GINNY WEASLEY’S QUIDDITCH CAREER
By the end of the series, JK Rowling reveals that Ginny becomes a Chaser for her favourite team, Holyhead Harpies. She then says Ginny retires in order to become a mother and then becomes a sports columnist for the Daily Prophet.
As years have passed, I am baffled at the end that Ginny got, as it contradicted her character. Ginny is a very fiery and independent woman who clearly had an immense love for Quidditch. She is the type of woman who has nothing tying her down and will make tings happen for herself. If JK Rowling had stayed true to Ginny’s character, she would have played Quidditch professionally for over a decade, travelled, broke as many records as possible and enjoyed her success. But JK Rowling sacrificed her ambitions in order for her to become a young mother.
In the series, it is said that Ginny is an accomplished player and can play two positions perfectly well. The fact that she becomes a player is amazing as it fits her character and it symbolises her coming into her own. If she started playing Quidditch at 18 after graduating Hogwarts and retires at 22 when she is pregnant, then that means she was only a Quidditch player for 4 YEARS!!! And some people have made their own Fancanons that Ginny returns to play Quidditch after her children are toddlers. But thinking about this realistically, it would have been very difficult to return to play, especially considering she gave birth three times and James, Albus and Lily had short age gaps (2 years in between all of them).
No. I am not saying that Harry and Ginny shouldn't have had kids. In fact, I see them being very active in their children’s life and they would have been very loving and attentive parents. But I am very confused that Harry and Ginny became parents roughly at 23/24. I believe they would have been okay with achieving their own goals, growing as a couple and healing from their traumas before thinking of children.
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aat2184 · 2 years
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Potter is our Queen!
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ginevraweasley11881 · 2 years
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𝑮𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒓: I can just imagine Ginny as as young child having Molly coping over her and how gorgeous her hair is. Meanwhile Ginny desperately wants to be like Fred and George.
𝑮𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅: As Ginny never brushed her hair or made any attempt to make it look good, she was determined to find scissors. One day Molly walks in on her cutting her hair with the scissors because she couldn’t be bothered with the effort. Molly gushes about how she didn’t want Ginny to turn out like Fred and Georg. The next day Molly catches Ginny sneaking out to the broom shed but she just watches as Ginny effortlessly flies. Eventually Ginny ends up on the floor in mud.
𝑮𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓: Ginny was used to not caring about her looks however all her room mates always caring about their hair and having her bathroom littered with makeup finally set Ginny wondering. She got up the courage one day to put a bit of mascara on and boys instantly fell in love with her. Ginny loved being the centre of attention but she also loved being her reckless self. She felt like she could only be one.
𝑮𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓: Ginny had figured out who she was she was always playing quidditch proving her brothers wrong playing pranks on people but also being the most stunning person on earth. She loved getting revenge on the boys she previously dated by making them revive her bat-bogey hex. She finally found out Joe she could be here and not feel misplaced.
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The Harpies
Chapter 24 of 'A Guiding Light'
Harry arrived at the Auror Department carrying a box the day before Ginny’s first game. He told Neville to come over to his desk. He opened the box, which was full of Holyhead Harpies merch. He handed a sweater and a flag to Neville. Ron came over to Harry's cubicle to say good morning.
"Ah, just in time," Harry said cheerily. He rummaged around in the box. He held out a Holyhead Harpies sweater for Ron, who shook his head.
"No, I cheer for the Chudley Cannons only," he said dramatically. Harry simply smiled and insisted.
"She is your sister, try it on," he said and Ron took the sweater from Harry. He pulled it halfway over his head then halted.
"Hang on," he could hear Ron say from inside the sweater. Ron pulled the sweater back off his head and turned the sweater inside out. Now it was a Chudley Cannons sweater.
"You can use it as both," Harry said grinning. Ron smiled widely.
"That's actually pretty neat," he admitted. Neville agreed.
"So you will wear it, right?" Harry tried. Ron nodded and walked away with his sweater.
"I feel manipulated!" he shouted from over the cubicles before he sat down at his desk.
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Not me researching the British and Irish Quidditch League for this.
Written for @hinnyfest
#18 Sharing a sweater
Ginny was drying her hair with a towel as she stepped into the living room. She could have used her wand, but she liked it better this way.
It was a long day. She just wanted to cuddle with Harry and go to sleep. She might have to tell him that she couldn’t stay awake for their Friday movie night.
Following their loss to the Catapults, in their home game for Merlin’s sake, three months ago, Gwenog increased their practice hours. So, they had practice for the whole morning and most of the afternoon, succeeded by a strategy discussion. They ended the day with a press conference, where a couple of misogynistic arseholes had to be escorted out for asking her if her position in the team was justified and just not for being Harry Potter’s girlfriend.
And it was so cold. Half of her hated the early morning practice. But she would never say no to more Quidditch. Besides, now they were in second in the league standings, just behind the Montrose Magpies, which was far better than their eighth position in October. And if they win Sunday’s game against the Kestrels in Kenmare, they will finish the first leg of the tournament top of the table, the Harpies’ first ever, and in Ginny’s debut season, no less. 
Then, Harry made her eat dinner before she could take a bath, saying that food was more important, and that she might just fall asleep after a bath.
She draped the towel over a chair before walking over to Harry, who was on the sofa, a packet of crisps next to him as he was sifting through DVDs. 
And he was wearing a Harpies sweater and snitch shorts. He bought all the Harpies merchandise when she made the team.
“Hey, Gin. Up for a movie tonight?” He smiled.
Wordlessly, she crept under the sweater so it was covering both of them. He chuckled and brought his hands to massage her feet, as he usually did after she came home. She yelped.
“Harry! How are your hands colder than mine?” But she didn’t move away.
He smirked, “Didn’t you ask for ice-cream? Why you insist on strawberry is beyond me, though. Chocolate is way better.”
She gasped dramatically. “Take that back, Potter.”
“Uh-huh. No chance, Weasley. I’ll even prove it you,” he prised open the lid and and took a spoonful. When Ginny opened her mouth, he swerved and dropped it on her cheek, just to lap it up with his tongue. 
Ginny shrieked when it hit her skin, but gasped as Harry started kissing her cheek.
Not one to be outdone, she reached for the chocolate but as they were sharing a sweater she wasn’t able to get far and they fell sideways onto the floor.
“Oof! Gin, what was that for?”
“I wanted to eat ice cream too, Harry,” she said mischievously.
Harry audibly gulped and said huskily, “Please go ahead.”
Ginny made a show of yawning loudly and cuddled up into Harry’s chest, saying, “I’m sleepy.”
“You….you can’t just say that and then go to sleep,” Harry said in her ear, but she just snuggled closer as his arms came around her.
“Gwenog still running you into the ground?” he asked sympathetically.
“Yes. You’d think it was the finals tomorrow the way she’s making us practice,” she grumbled.
“But you love every second of it,” he said knowingly. She hummed in agreement. 
“Can we just sleep here? It’s too comfy.”
“Sure, just let me finish my ice cream first.”
Her eyes opened immediately and she narrowed them at him, daring him to do it again. He just smirked at grabbed the bowl, but Ginny rolled them over, thanking the sweater, and reached for the strawberry and straddled him.
“Well, it’s your turn,” he smirked.
“I suppose it is.” She brought a spoonful to Harry’s lips but plopped it on nose and licked it slowly, teasing him.
“Ginny…,” he playfully whined.
“Uh-huh, it’s not your turn, love,” she smirked against his skin, the ice cream forgotten.
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