A Frying Pan Can Mend It All

by LondonWitch

A/N: I never really understood all those fancy words – epilogue, prologue, stuff like that. But I'm just going to go by what my dictionary tells me. And whatever my best friends say, they're better spellers than I am. I'm not the creator of these characters, but I do own the fantastic, inspiring, wonderful – what was I talking about? Oh, yes... - the plot.

Epilogue: Cookie Sheet?!

Dumbledore was making a church-and-steeple motion with his fingertips as he surveyed Harry and Ginny over his glasses. The two teenagers were sitting before him and looking rather puzzled as to why they had been summoned to the Headmaster's office. All they had talked about so far was the weather and one of Harry's recent charms that had backfired.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir, what's the real reason you brought us here? I'm pretty certain it's not the charm, because then you would have had no purpose to pull Ginny in as well. And I don't think you really care about the weather." Harry said logically, glancing at Ginny. She was staring at the Headmaster with her eyebrows raised and one of those I've-Got-Better-Things-To-Do-Than-Talk-About-A-Bad-Charm looks.

The man sighed, and adjusted his glasses. He wanted to help the pair come to a realization about themselves, but how to get to the point? Albus looked at Harry, and he looked at Ginny. Then he said quietly, "I think I have a story that might interest you."

Neither said anything, and Dumbledore continued. "You two bare a remarkable resemblance to Harry's parents – that is to say that Harry looks like James, and that Ginny resembles Lily. Now, I've set up many a couple in my time, but Lily and James managed to figure it out by themselves. Let's say that involved James' head, a stroll around the lake, various ways to distract James' friends, and a frying pan."

"My father hit my mother on the head with a FRYING PAN!?" Harry said loudly, not believing what he was hearing. He always thought that his parents had been rational people – until now. Ginny elbowed him in the side and hissed, "You've got it backwards, I think. And keep quiet; I want to hear the rest of the story."

Harry winced as Dumbledore picked up again. The old man had jumped three feet in the air when Harry had basically yelled at him, but he nonetheless went on with the story. "You see, your mother hit him in the head to 'knock some sense into him'. And then they talked rationally for a bit, and then James suddenly matured and wasn't rude to Lily anymore. And James wasn't hurt badly – although the frying pan had a small dent, if I remember it right." The Headmaster chuckled.

"What's your point, Professor?" Ginny asked, leaning forward in her chair a little. She didn't see how this would affect herself or Harry in any way.

"My point," Dumbledore smiled at her, "Is that is worked, Miss Weasley. It worked. They admitted how they felt. And, so, I just thought you two would find that interesting." He got up and shuffled the students from his office.

As the staircase spiraled back down to the hallway, Ginny thought about that very hard. And then it hit her – she knew exactly what she had to do. Exactly why Dumbledore had just told them that. She just hoped that Harry would catch on when the time was right, and not too soon before.

It looked as if that wasn't going to be a problem, as Harry still didn't understand the gist of that conversation. "What was THAT about? That made NO sense, and I'm supposed to be at Quidditch practice right now! I'm the Captain! And Ron's taking over for me right now and I suppose he'll just do something stupid and then our chances for the cup will be ruined and – "

Ginny cut him off with a loud, "I KNOW, Harry. I'm on the team too, remember? Does the word 'Chaser' ring a bell?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I think we should probably get to practice now," added Harry as they made their way through the front entry hall that had access to the front doors and the Great Hall, as well as several classrooms.

"You – you go on ahead," Ginny said, stopping in her tracks, "I have to grab something from my room." She was obviously lying, and Harry looked at her kindly and asked, "Do you want me to wait?"

The girl shook her head and watched Harry go out the front doors. As soon as he was out of sight, she dashed back up the hall and down a secret corridor to the entrance to the kitchens. Being Fred and George's little sister counted for a lot around Hogwarts. Ginny suspected there would never be anyone – had never been anyone – that could give those two a run for their money.

"Dobby - I need to borrow a cookie sheet," Ginny gasped, out of breath from the running. She clutched her hand to a stitch in her side, but continued. "And a frying pan, please."

The house-elf stared at her curiously, but then just shook his head to himself and snapped his fingers twice. Two little house-elves came running up with the items that Ginny had requested.

"Does this have anything to do with Mr. Harry Potter's head, Missus Ginny?" Dobby asked curiously as he handed her the cookie sheet and frying pan, "Because Dobby has heard from his great uncle house-elf Dookins that Missus Potter hit Mr. Potter on his head with the frying pan."

Ginny just laughed, said a quick thank-you, and raced back to the front hall, out the doors, and down to the Quidditch field. She could see all of the Gryffindor team players high above her, excluding herself, and it looked like Harry was trying yet another new play. She yelled for him to come down. Ron started to follow, but Ginny sent him a glare, and he turned around his broom and flew back up to rejoin the rest of the team.

"What's up, Gin?" Harry asked as he landed beside her. He dismounted, glanced up at Ron to make sure he wasn't murdering the team members, and then turned to Ginny.

She had out a frying pan and a cookie sheet, one in each hand. Ginny waggled them back and forth, and then said, "It's your choice. Which one would you like to get hit with?"

Harry's eyes widened, he understood everything Dumbledore had told them, now. "What – you – really? Do you like me? Are you serious?"

Ginny blushed and nodded.

"Good, cause I want to hit you over the head with a heavy metal cooking utensil, too," Harry laughed, grabbing the cookie sheet. Ginny took one look at him and started running in the opposite direction. Harry chased her, yelling something about 'why didn't you just kiss me instead?'

Ron watched them for a minute, and then said to the team, all of whom were eyeing Harry and Ginny, "Now, can anyone tell me why those two are chasing each other with frying pans and cookie sheets? You can leave practice early if you have the right answer..."

A/N: Finished. What was the part that made you laugh the hardest? Please read my other stories, Not Your Ordinary Love Story and Now and Again. The first will make you laugh, the second is fluff. :-)