Author's Note: This story is for my friend, a real gem who knows not her value. I hope this story lightS a fire under your imagination and inspires you to share your own joy with the world.
It was early in a warm summer day near the beginning of summer. Ginny Weasley felt the cool air rustling through her hair as she sat in her bedroom at the Weasley farm playing GameCube. It was then that she heard a yelling noise down a few floors to the bottom story of their house. Her dad, Arthur Weasley, was yelling all the way across the house from the backyard up to the very top, so that everybody could hear him. The neighbors could also hear him.
"Everybody! Everybody! Take a look quick outside where I am! She's given birth! It's a whole litter!"
Ginny hopped out of her office chair that she sat on whenever she played video games and landed on the floor, feet first. She scrambled out the door, making sure to open it first, and ran down the stairs to the bottom floor so she could get out of the house. She didn't trip on any of the steps on her way down. Eventually, she finally got outside from the front door of the house, and ran around back to the farm that they kept in the backyard for safe keeping. Since she was upstairs, she was the last person there.
Already there were Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, Percy, and not Bill because he didn't live at home anymore, and same with Charlie. Also already there were Harry and Hermione, who were visiting for the summer on summer holiday while they were busy being away from Hogwarts, which was closed for the summer. Hagrid wasn't there though.
"It's a summer vacation miracle!" replied Hermione, who was truly entranced by the fresh young litter who had just been born. "How do they do it?"
"I'll tell you when you're older, sweetheart," Molly replied back to Hermione.
It was a litter of cowpigs. Cowpigs are a special kind of magical animal that's half-cow, half-pig, and all-delicious. They get raised up in the magical world by cowpig farmers everywhere throughout England and the UK and even some other places. What makes them amazing is that they can produce beef and pork, steak and bacon, ham and hamburger all from the same animal. This was a fresh new batch of cowpigs that were going to be raised and grown and fattened and raised some more until they were big and fat and ugly and then they would be tossed into the magic-meat machine which would slaughter them for all the different meats that a cowpig could become. It truly was a summer vacation miracle.
Until uh-oh. Fred looked at the smallest one and said, "Bloody blimey, this one's a right runt."
"Right you are, Fred," continued George, "It's so small that it will grow up into bacon bits instead of regular bacon."
Molly was not happy about this. Her boys were always trying to find ways to ruin her salads with meat even though the whole point was that every other day they ate meatless dinners to be healthier. She had no other choice but to say the thing that she then decided to say.
"Runts are trouble. We'd better kill it now before it can grow into a threat."
The next thing that happened next was that Ginny decided it was her duty to finally speak up, so she finally spoke up.
"Nope! Nope nope nope! You're not going to kill it now. It's going to be my pet and my best friend and I'm going to love him and raise him and hug him and squeeze him until he grows old and dies from old age of natural causes and NOT BEING FOR BREAKFAST."
Arthur, ever supportive of his wife no matter how stupid her healthy food ideas were, interjected, because he didn't understand what his wife's ploy was, so he interjected and said, "Shut up you stupid idiots! If your mum says we're going to kill it, we're going to kill it. He can even be breakfast today, but since he's young and a runt there will only be a little bit of bacon bits and no beef yet so only one person can eat him, and Percy can do the honors since he's a prefect at school."
But Molly realized her mistake and immediately changed her mind; she didn't approve of eating meat and especially at this young age the cow-pig could not be full strips of bacon, so it would definitely be used to ruin a salad. So she interjected about changing her mind by saying, "I've changed my mind! Ginny, what a marvelous idea! He can be your pet and you can raise him and feed him and take care of him. But this means you have to be responsible for him and protect him and make sure he's fed and take care of him."
"Yes, mum, I will! I promise! He's my best friend forever and I love him!"
"Okeydoke then, Ginny," said Percy. "As Griffindor house prefect, I obviously know the most about raising animals, so you have to do what I say, and that means since it's breakfast time go get a bottle and feed him milk because he's still a runt of the litter."
The family went back inside for breakfast time, and Ginny looked around the table. The whole family was having their traditional Saturday breakfast of bacon cheeseburgers. These were wizard bacon cheeseburgers though, so all the bacon and hamburger meat came from cowpigs instead of cows and pigs individually. Ginny looked around the table still and had a look of shock and horror on her face and she said to the cowpig, "Don't you worry, you little shnookum, I won't let this happen to you," and she held him in her left arm and held the bottle full of baby cowpig formula in her left hand with the bottle pointed at its mouth while her right hand was holding her own bacon cheeseburger with extra bacon and two patties.
Then Fred scribbled something on a piece of paper and folded it into a paper airplane and used his magic to aim it at Ginny and it hit her in the eye. She unfolded it and looked at it and it said, "What are you going to name it? P.S. Sorry we aren't talking but mum will yell at us if we talk with our mouths full."
George had seen Fred writing the paper airplane note and knew what it said so he suggested out loud, "yff shfld nmm it Grffge!" Molly pointed her wand at George for talking with his mouth full and used a spell that made him have to do extra chores as punishment for talking with his mouth full. But Ginny understood what he was saying anyway.
"I'm not going to name it George. I already have a brother named George, George, and it would get confusing. I shall name him Orville."