Always wondered what it would be like when Ginny received her letter from the Holy Head Harpies. This is a funny little take on it. Please review what you think!


Ginny came down the stairs blurry eyed and wondering why she was even up to begin with. Her hair was still in the ponytail she fell asleep in the night before with strands breaking free like flames of fire.

"Mornin' " she mumbled to Mrs. Weasley standing over the stove.

"Really, Ginny," Mrs. Weasley chided taking in her daughters appearance. "You'd think I didn't have a daughter at all."

Ginny took a seat at the kitchen table and scrunched up her overly large sleep shirt to allow one leg to tuck up beneath her while the other dangled over the seat edge, fuzzy socks scraping the floor.

"Really, mum," Ginny scoffed back, pulling a plate of toast toward her. "You'd think you'd be over it by now."

Mrs. Weasley chose to ignore that comment and returned to fiddling at the stove. "Oh, an owl arrived for you earlier," she remarked turning back around. "Next to your plate," she said pointing her spatula in Ginny's direction.

Ginny took a bite of the toast and let it hang in her mouth as she opened the letter.

"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley scolded. "Now, your appearance is one thing, but poor table manners is just impolite. Rest your toast on your plate like the rest of us."

At that very moment, Ginny opened her mouth and let the toast simply fall from her lips to the floor.

"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked. "Really! One day Harry won't find this attractive anymore. Quite honestly I don't understand how he stands it to begin with and then you'll -"

"Mum!" Ginny squealed trying to interrupt her mother's breathless rant.

"No, Ginny. You are much too old to be behaving this way and I'm sure your father would -

"Mum!" Ginny squealed again standing up this time and flailing the letter at her mum.

"What!?" Mrs. Weasley breathed out in exasperation.

"The Holy Head Harpies want me to fly for them!"

"What!?" Mrs. Weasley shrieked grabbing the letter.

"They want me to train as a back up chaser!"

"Really!?" Mrs. Weasley took the letter from her. "Ginny!" she shrieked. "Oh, Ginny!" she grabbed her daughter and hugged her, spatula in one hand, letter in the other. She stepped back and looked at Ginny in all her morning glory. "My daughter, the chaser!" Mrs. Weasley beamed with pride.

"Thanks, mum," Ginny said picking up a sausage and falling back into her chair with amazement. "I can't believe this!" she cooed, taking a bite of the sausage.

"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked once more.

"What!?"

"Fork. Knife. Please."

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Once you start flying for the Harpies, it won't just be me watching you eat your breakfast in disgust. It will be the whole wizarding world, and they are not nearly as forgiving as I am."

Ginny ignored her mother and took another bite of the sausage with her bare hands before running upstairs to send Harry an owl. Mrs. Weasley was still shaking her head as Ginny's fuzzy socks disappeared up the banister.