The Defence Association? The DA for short, so nobody knows what we’re talking about? Yeah, the DA’s good. Only let’s make it stand for Dumbledore’s Army, because that’s the Ministry’s worst fear, isn’t it?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY! *:･ﾟ✧*
moodboard: ginmione (x) — “i dreamt we walked together along the shore. we made satisfying small talk and laughed. this morning i found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. was i only dreaming?”
requested by @jilyeverafter ♥
harry potter ladies → ginny weasley
“ginny, listen... i can’t be involved with you anymore. we’ve got to stop seeing each other. we can’t be together.” “it’s for some stupid noble reason, isn’t it?” "it's been like... like something out of someone else's life these last few weeks with you. but I can't... we can't... i've got to do things alone now. voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. he's already used you as bait once, and that was just because you were my best friend's sister. think how much danger you'll be in if we keep this up. he'll know, he'll find out. he'll try and get me through you." "what if I don't c a r e?" "i care. how do you think i'd feel if this was your funeral... and it was my fault...”
for @jollyminvera
‘What d'you mean?’ ‘You’ve never been on the receving end of one of her b a t - b o g e y h e x e s, have you?’
ginny weasley, who breaks down sobbing during her sixth month of her first pregnancy, because she realizes she doesn’t know how to nurse, and she doesn’t know how to swaddle, and she doesn’t know how to do anything, and she’s tired of people telling her she’ll be fine, because “your mother is molly weasley! you’ll do great” but she isn’t her mother, and people keep forgetting that
ginny weasley, who is terrified of holding james sirius, because her hands shake whenever they want from curse damage, and she doesn’t want to upset this little bundle of peace, and she refuses until harry just tells her to think of james as a quaffle, and that’s how she handles holding all of her children
ginny weasley, who has the hardest time when albus severus colics, and no matter how many magical remedies her mother insists will work, nothing helps, and then james wakes up and wants attention as well, and despite how much help she’s getting from harry and her mother and brothers, she cries from relief when albus finally sleeps during the night and she can get some decent sleep
ginny weasley, who gets postpartum depression after lily luna is born. she had little cases of the ‘baby blues’ after the boys, but in the weeks after lily is born, harry notices that ginny isn’t the same. she tries all she can to get away from the kids, and she breaks down crying late at night. and molly, who never had anything that severe happen to her, doesn’t know what to do, and it’s hermione who tells her of the muggle treatments that help.
ginny weasley, who watches with bated breath as lily luna picks out a diary, and carries it with her everywhere she goes, and decorates the outside until it’s unrecognizable. when lily offers to show it to her mother one day, ginny momentarily panics, but then she remembers that this is her daughter, her happy, upbeat, whimsical daughter, and she reads a couple pages and sees some drawings and later that night she cries, not because she’s sad, but because some part of her is utterly relieved.
ginny weasley, who works hard at being the best mother she can be, because she’s broken and cracked, and her scars are those her children can’t see, but she pushes through the curse damage, and the ptsd, and the irrational fears, and makes sure that her kids never deal with anything as dark and evil as she did.
“The thing about growing up with Fred and George is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”
— Happy Birthday to Ginevra Molly Weasley!
moodboards: ginny weasley
anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve
"Anything is possible if you've got enough nerve." Happy 35th Birthday, Ginny Weasley! ❤️❤️
Ginevra Molly Potter (née Weasley) (b. 11 August, 1981) was a pure-blood witch, the youngest of Arthur and Molly Weasley's seven children, and the first female to be born into the Weasley line for several generations. She attended the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from 1992 to 1999 and was sorted into the Gryffindor House.
Happy Birthday, Ginny! (08/11)
The thing about growing up with Fred and George is that you sort of start thinking that anything is possible if you’ve got enough n e r v e.
Type A: I like this character! Nice sense of humor and he’s really loyal! I hope he doesn’t die! Type B: OMG! I WILL SELL MY SOUL FOR HIM! MY BABY! I AM YOUR SOULMATE! LIVE! *chants demonic ritual to make him alive*
Just maybe how Witch Weekly could look like. We own none of the pictures.
8 hinny if you can. Merci!!
Exposed
“Does he know about the baby?” Ginny muttered into Harry’s earas Teddy Lupin and his Gran emerged from the emerald flames in the smallsitting room of their flat.
Harry shook his head subtly andwhispered back, “Nah, that’s what today is for. All the…stuff is hidden away,right?”
“Aye. D’you want me around for it then?” Ginny asked quietly as Andromedabrushed the stray ash from the metamorphmagus’ clothes and remonstrated him to‘behave’ and ‘not glue all the toilet seats closed like last time.’
“I think so. It’s probably best to have someone around incase I go all wonky and end up giving him ‘the talk’ about seven years tooearly,” Harry sighed.
Ginny snorted, and patted her husband’sarm, “Don’t worry dear. He’s going to bebeside himself with excitement. He’sbeen jealous of Victoire getting one.”
Before Harry got a chance to answer thatthis was different, Teddy had leaptinto his godfather’s embrace, nuzzling into his Weasley jumper, hair cyclingthrough the rainbow before landing on his favored electric blue, “Hi Harry.”
“Wotcher, Ted,” Harry answered, placinga kiss on his godson’s mussed hair. Ashe grasped Teddy’s small hand in his larger one and lead him to the kitchen,Harry heard Ginny firming up their plans to keep Teddy for the weekend.
Teddy struggled to pull himself up ontoone of the barstools – ‘I got itHarry’ – while Harry fished around in the icebox for a carton of Fortescue’sice cream. At least if he starts wailing we’ll all have pudding to comfortourselves.
Ginny entered the kitchen, givingTeddy’s bum a slight push to secure him on his perch, “So what are we doingtonight boys?”
“Harry’s gettin’ pudding,” Teddyanswered, eyes twinkling.
Ginny rolled her eyes at Harry, pullingthree bowls down out of the cabinet, “God,you’d think this was bad news.”
Casting a furtive glance toward Teddywho was swishing his legs, kicking into the wall under the bar, and singingsome song about snargaluffs – Neville’sdoing. No more Hogwarts visits – “Itcould be, at least to him,” Harrymuttered glumly.
“How could anyone – wait are you having second thoughts?” Ginnyasked, eyebrow quirked and tone slightly concerned.
Harry stopped fishing around in thedrawer for the ice cream scoop, “What? Me? No! I love the little – can we nameit yet?”
Eyes narrowing, Ginny studied herhusband, “You know I can tell when you’re lying.”
Harry huffed, “Well it’s a good thingI’m not then. Lying that is. ‘Sides,it’s a little late for second thoughts now isn’t it?”
Ginny opened her mouth to answer, butsnapped her jaw shut as Teddy made his presence known by jumping from the stooland shouting “Harry, Ginny, Harry, Ginny, Harry!”
“Yes, love?” Ginny answered with asnicker.
“Somethin’s in the bedroom,” hereplied, slowly tip-toeing to the hallway.
Harry and Ginny turned toward eachother, panicked, “I thought you said the door was closed.”
Harry dropped the scoop back into theice cream container and jogged toward the hallway where Teddy had pausedoutside the door, which was closed. How did he?
“There!” Teddy yelped triumphantly as asmall black and grey paw shot out from under the door.
Ginny rounded the corner as Teddyturned the knob and released the tiny kitten from the guest room, who eyed himwarily from its place on the dark hardwood floor. He stared at it for a moment, bright browneyes wide.
“Well, little man, that’s what we weregoing to tell you tonight, I know you prefer dogs like Victoire’s puppy…”
Seemingly unaware of his godfather,Teddy leaned over and scooped up the little bundle, “I’m namin’ it.”
Harry turned toward Ginny who shrugged,before answering, “Sure thing, mate, what’re you thinking?”
The kitten crawled its way up Teddy’sshirtfront and nuzzled his neck, “Minerva.”
Harry’s face paled, “Oh my god, she isgoing to kill me.”
Ginny, unmoved, crossed her arms over her chest, “No. Because she is never going to find out.”
i love this
