Disclaimer: I only own Mindy Weasley. and Amy Finnigan.
A/N: I was bored so here goes...
Ginny got up on Sunday morning. She was now 25 and happily married to a Mr. Seamus Finnigan. She put on her best Sunday dress and went into the next room to wake up Amy. She was sitting up in heer bed looking around.
"Hi mommy!" said the bright eyed, 3 year old girl.
"Hello Amy, let's get you dressed I suppose your father is dowmstairs cooking you a big breakfast." Ginny pulled off the girl's winnie the pooh nightie and placed it on the dresser.
"Do I have to go to church, mommy?" Amy hated church, a month earlier she decided she didn't want to go to church anymore and just wanted to do magic.
"Yes you do, now let's get on your nice pink dress on."
"Mommy, I hate my pink dress, can't I wear my blue one?"
"Your blue one is stained! I don't want people to think that we're poor." The truth was, they were. Ginny always said when she was younger she was never going to make her children grow up the same way she did. Poor. Amy didn't seem to mind it though, she was always happy.
They walked downstairs to find Seamus baking a cake in the oven, since he was doing it with magic it only took about five minutes.
"Hi dear, how are you?" Seamus still had the same old Irish accent he always had, but he was no longer clumsy.
"Great honey." Ginny said with a kiss on the cheek. "Do you have to go back to the ministry later?"
"Yes dear, I'm sorry I can't spend more time with you and Amy tonight."
"It's fine maybe tomorrow. Just let me call up Mom and see if she's going to come and see our new house." Ginny and Seamus ha been living in a apartment, but finally got enough money to buy a new house a year ago.
She walked over to the fireplace and yelled "flierplouse burrow!" and stepped into it and saw the burrow automatically. "Hello Mum?"
The burrow looked exactly like it did when she left always dusty, but always warm and cozy.
"Hi Ginny!" Said a ten year old who was just as cheerful and red-headed as Ginny always was, in fact she looked exactly like Ginny at the age. Ginny was glad she wasn't the only Weasley sister now
"Hello Mindy is Mum here?"
"In the kitchen cleaning. Do you want to see the new spell I learned?"
"Sure, I could only do one spell at that age and it was to turn a rug yellow, it wasn't very useful."
"Oh no that's what I learned to do, only red, I like red." They both laughed.
"What are you laughing about Mindy, do you have another imaginary friend. Aren't you a little...Ginny there you are I was wondering if you were ever going to come home. How are you?" Mrs. Weasley was still as bright and plump as ever. Ginny was happy to be home, even if it was just for a little while.
A/N: I was bored so here goes...
Ginny got up on Sunday morning. She was now 25 and happily married to a Mr. Seamus Finnigan. She put on her best Sunday dress and went into the next room to wake up Amy. She was sitting up in heer bed looking around.
"Hi mommy!" said the bright eyed, 3 year old girl.
"Hello Amy, let's get you dressed I suppose your father is dowmstairs cooking you a big breakfast." Ginny pulled off the girl's winnie the pooh nightie and placed it on the dresser.
"Do I have to go to church, mommy?" Amy hated church, a month earlier she decided she didn't want to go to church anymore and just wanted to do magic.
"Yes you do, now let's get on your nice pink dress on."
"Mommy, I hate my pink dress, can't I wear my blue one?"
"Your blue one is stained! I don't want people to think that we're poor." The truth was, they were. Ginny always said when she was younger she was never going to make her children grow up the same way she did. Poor. Amy didn't seem to mind it though, she was always happy.
They walked downstairs to find Seamus baking a cake in the oven, since he was doing it with magic it only took about five minutes.
"Hi dear, how are you?" Seamus still had the same old Irish accent he always had, but he was no longer clumsy.
"Great honey." Ginny said with a kiss on the cheek. "Do you have to go back to the ministry later?"
"Yes dear, I'm sorry I can't spend more time with you and Amy tonight."
"It's fine maybe tomorrow. Just let me call up Mom and see if she's going to come and see our new house." Ginny and Seamus ha been living in a apartment, but finally got enough money to buy a new house a year ago.
She walked over to the fireplace and yelled "flierplouse burrow!" and stepped into it and saw the burrow automatically. "Hello Mum?"
The burrow looked exactly like it did when she left always dusty, but always warm and cozy.
"Hi Ginny!" Said a ten year old who was just as cheerful and red-headed as Ginny always was, in fact she looked exactly like Ginny at the age. Ginny was glad she wasn't the only Weasley sister now
"Hello Mindy is Mum here?"
"In the kitchen cleaning. Do you want to see the new spell I learned?"
"Sure, I could only do one spell at that age and it was to turn a rug yellow, it wasn't very useful."
"Oh no that's what I learned to do, only red, I like red." They both laughed.
"What are you laughing about Mindy, do you have another imaginary friend. Aren't you a little...Ginny there you are I was wondering if you were ever going to come home. How are you?" Mrs. Weasley was still as bright and plump as ever. Ginny was happy to be home, even if it was just for a little while.