Ginny burst through the kitchen door of the Burrow and made straight for the stairs. At the commotion, her mother glanced up from her lump of bread dough and huffed, “Hello to you too…” “Will you slow down?” Harry begged, shutting the door behind him. Two steps up, she turned on her heel, and felt an errant sense of satisfaction at being eye level. “You aren’t going to talk me out of this.”
for those who don't remember, the chapters i will be posting from here on out will be rewrites. we've reached the true divergence from what i'd written before, but i do think they are 1000% better <3 enjoy!!
