It was a week into their marriage, and Ginny had gotten up early, determined to make a special breakfast for Harry. In the kitchen she set a knife to work slicing a fresh loaf of bread and went to crack eggs for the french toast batter. When she turned around from the stove to pick up the bread it was to find that the knife had reduced the entire loaf to crumbs instead of neatly slicing it.

For a moment she could only stare at the pile of crumbs. Just as Harry walked into the kitchen, she burst in to tears. Harry stifled his first reaction upon seeing the knife still slicing away, which was to burst out laughing, and instead waved his wand to still the knife as he walked up to his new wife and put his arms around her.

"I'm a complete failure. I wanted it to be perfect, and I can't do any of it," she said between sobs as she buried her face in his shoulder. Harry rubbed her back soothingly. In a few moments, she stood up straighter wiped her face.

"What am I going to do now?" she asked, looking hopelessly at the pile of bread crumbs. "I've ruined your breakfast. I don't know how my mother does it all."

"Don't worry," said Harry as he conjured up a container. He carefully siphoned the crumbs in to the container with his wand, and placed it on the counter.

"Tomorrow, we'll make something that needs a lot of bread crumbs," he told her.

"I may not know kitchen spells," he said as he began slicing the second loaf of bread by hand, "but one thing I did learn from the Dursleys is how to cook simple things - without magic." He presented her with the cutting board of sliced bread.

"Are the pans hot? I'll get the bacon started while you do the french toast," he said.