Summary: (PostDH) Mother Ginerva Weasley-Potter turns away from her two sons for one moment…
One Moment
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
It was times like these that made Ginerva Molly Potter nee Weasley wonder how on Earth her mother could handle taking care of seven children when she couldn't even keep track of her two sons.
They were much like two mini tornadoes in the kitchen. Especially in the kitchen. She would make sure neither of them would ever be left alone in the kitchen as long as she lived after that incident.
The incident in question happens to be the one we're about to see today.
The morning started like any other. Ginny awoke early to make breakfast just as any mother should. Only, early in her definition happened to be nearly 10 in the morning. Even then, her husband, Harry, wasn't even awake.
She knew that the only way to wake him up were to either throw a bucket of water (like she did when she turned 17) or the smell of food. Much like her brother, Ron.
So on that morning, she rose to make breakfast. She carefully treaded quietly across the hallway, making sure none of her sons awoke. Ginny knew they would also wake in the same manner Ron usually did.
By the smell of food.
By the time the bacon and eggs were on the plates, Harry had come stomping down the stairs – hair messily toppled on his head as usual and the same expression on his face as he got ready to head to his office.
She had only smiled, gave him a morning kiss and allowed him to eat his breakfast before she went upstairs herself to wake her two sons.
Obviously, James and Albus were already awake. James seemed to have grown the Potter gene of trouble even at three! Albus, still only one, was crawling toward his older brother.
Ginny smiled and picked up Albus.
"Come on James, it's time for breakfast."
James grinned and started to walk as fast as he could down the stairs. She laughed to herself and followed after.
Breakfast was the usual affair. Harry had finished and gave Ginny a kiss before leaving.
"Let me know if anything happens, alright?" he had said.
Ginny laughed and agreed, of course, who else would she tell first? She arranged the plates for the two of them and started cutting the bacon and eggs to little pieces for Albus.
"Open your mouth wide… Here comes the broomstick!" she said playfully, pretending the fork was a broomstick. Albus giggled.
James watched and slowly snuck away from his mother's supervision. He walked over to the cabinet where it held the treats and opened it, trying to make sure it didn't squeak.
At that moment, a bell rang, signaling that someone was at the Floo. Ginny sighed, rested the fork on the plate and walked over to the fireplace in the living room.
James grinned to himself as reached for some treacle tarts…
By the time Ginny came back, she found the kitchen to be a complete and utter disaster. Albus giggle from under a bowl of what looked like powdered sugar with a combination of bacon and eggs. The floor was littered with the powdered sugar and other spices.
James meanwhile looked sheepishly at the floor. He was covered in what looked like chocolate.
Ginny slapped her hand on her forehead. Bloody… I leave the two of them alone for a moment and this is what happens… This is all Harry's fault…
"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER!"
From his offices, Harry cringed. What was that strange, foreboding feeling?
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