My first Harry Potter fanfiction, ever. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: If Harry Potter were mine I wouldn't be here writing crappy fanfiction.


She supposed it could have been worse.

Okay, so yes, James had somehow managed to blow up an entire block of stores on Diagon Alley.

And yes, yes Albus had actually reduced Madame Malkin's assistants to miserable tears through his long, exhausting speeches of the proper way to tend for robes and the materials that were unacceptable as fabric. [It appeared Scorpius was finally beginning to rub off on him.]

Again.

And, Ginny realized with grim realization, Lily had again kidnapped a goblin. Of course she would inherit her father's ability to piss off the Wizard Bank's magical owners. Of course she would inherit that stupid, patented 'I'm innocent how could you think that of me' look that her father was practically famous for.

And yes, yes, a thousand times yes, the entire Potter-Weasley family had caused so much considerable grief that they had been banned for life from Diagon Alley.

But that was beside the point.

The point was that she needed a book from Flourish and Blotts for the information she'd need for her Quidditch, and she couldn't do that if the DDA or Diagon Defense Association lookout warned the store owners to close shop as soon as she got near.

Ginny Potter was annoyed.


"Alright, listen up. I am leaving for exactly," she glanced at her watch, "thirty-eight minutes, starting now. Wreck the house and I will murder you. Leave the house and I will murder you. Follow me and I will murder you. Understood?"

"Chill, mom." said Lily, "We're good kids."

James and Albus snorted simultaneously.

Lily looked only slightly put off, "Okay, relatively good kids."

James coughed. Ginny's eyebrow went up.

"Fine, fine, we won't blow anything up." Lily threw her hands up and huffed.

"We, referring to Lily and me," piped in Albus, "There's no promise with James, though."

James grinned at his mom innocently. "No explosions here."

Ginny sighed. Her house would be lucky to survive the first five minutes of her absence. Next time, she vowed silently, I'll chain Harry to them. Make him babysit. Oh yes.

Then the doorbell rang.

Who the bloody hell would be ringing the doorbell? If it was any of the family they'd just floo. Hell, if it was that stupid, muggle cousin of Harry's asking if she could babysit his monsters as well there would be blood.

Lots of it.

Ginny opened the door. It was Scorpius Malfoy. He looked up at her with the same cool gray eyes that she used to abhor on his father.

"Hello, Mrs. Potter," he said.

"Ginny," she said insistently, "It's Ginny."

'Mrs. Potter'? Damn, she was getting old.

"Come in," she said glancing at her watch again, okay thirty minutes. She could work with that. She could do this.

But Hell, she was not leaving her house to be abolished now. Not with the Malfoy there to help with the mass destruction. Leaving them alone before would be reckless; leaving the four of them together alone in her house was just stupidity.

"I can do this." She wasn't convinced.


"Hermione, I can't do this."

Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes, disgusting habit, really. "Ginny, just call Harry and get him to buy the book for you. They'll let him in eventually, you know how good he is with guilt trips."

Ginny scowled darkly, "Yeah, I do."

"Problem solved."

"NO. I want to get out of this house and away from these devil spawn you call family."

Hermione sighed, putting down the last, largest book in the Series of Inconsiderate Occasions Volume 8. "Okay, whatever makes you happy."

"So you'll call him?"

"You need to call him, Ginny."

"After what I said to him? No way. He hates me."

"He doesn't hate you. He married you, didn't he?"

"NNNNNG. What if he wants a divorce?"

"Ginny. Stop talking."

"And then-"

"Ginny. I'm calling him. Now go away."

Ginny's head in the fire smiled gratefully in the middle of her tirade, "Thanks, Mione."

"Don't mention it."

Ginny pulled her head out of the green flames and smirked victoriously, Hermione was a sucker for keeping the familial peace.

"Okay, twenty minutes. I could possibly do this."

If I apparated. Five minutes ago. …Damn.


"DAD!"

"Yo, dad."

"Hn."

"Hey, Mr. Potter."

"Hey, where's your mom?"

"In the kitchen," said Albus slowly, he looked dubiously over his shoulder at the archway into their mother's culinary hideout. "She said if we even stepped a foot into the kitchen she'd Avada Kedavra us out of our existence."

Harry too looked into the kitchen tentatively.

"You think I could just-"

They were already shaking their heads.

"Just- call out to her maybe?"

"Be a man, dad," said Lily scornfully. "Face your fears and what not."

"We'll make sure she doesn't do anything voodoo-ish to your corpse dad," James said solemnly.

Harry wondered where he'd gone wrong.


"Er, Ginny- dearest?" Harry poked his head hesitantly into the kitchen.

"Oh, come in."

Harry relaxed. Maybe he'd get out of this with all his limbs intact this time.

"Hermione said there was an emergency."

"Um, yes. I need you to watch the kids."

"Where're you going?"

Neither found it odd that one sixteen year old, one fourteen year old girl and two fifteen year old boys would be classified an emergency. Their generation was awful, truly.

"Diagon Alley."

Harry stared back at her blankly. "We're banned."

"Oh, please, as if it's not the eighth time they've done this."

"Ninth," Harry verified, "But, maybe we should give them another month to calm down from the… er, emotional trauma."

"All you're doing is putting it off, might as well just go back now. I need information for my article."

"And you can't just order it?"

"Hermione suggested that but no, you know how Hedwig the third and Pigwideon II get around other owls."

Harry remembered the last time. The mournful hoots and ripping of feathers still haunted him at nights, "Oh, alright. But I'm getting a favour."

"Git."

"Love you too."


"Okay, guys. Behave. No screaming matches. You have at least an hour until I get home. Your rooms better be clean by then because we're having a family dinner-"

"Like we do every week-"

"So get dressed-"

"If Teddy wears a shirt so will I-"

"And don't cause your father any trouble."

Four pairs of almost innocent eyes blinked back at her. She said 'almost' because she knew for a fact that these doe eyes were each studiously practiced in front of their mirrors for hours. Lily always had the best one because she had the most mirrors in her haunted room of pink.

Ginny shuddered. Best not let her mind wander.

"I'm off."


This is how long I made it take for Ginny to actually leave the house.

Oh, this is terrible. I'm not even going to proof read this.

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