AN: This is canon compliant as far as I know, and I believe it is in character. While I know some will absolutely hate this, I think it's important that Harry prove to himself, to Ginny, and to the Weasley's that, forced to make the choice between Ginny and his surrogate family, he would pick Ginny. I also believe Molly would have quite a hard time 'losing' her daughter to marriage and a career so soon after losing Fred.

Weasley flies through the field quaffle in hard with Jackson trailing close behind- I wonder if she's noticed Smith aiming that quaffle towards her? Thoughts, Sarah?

Well Mike it's hard to tell since she's so new but-

Arthur had long ago given up wondering why they continued to use her maiden name- His name, for quidditch. Surely they had gone along with the wedding by now, that's what the papers had said anyways and no one had mentioned anything differently. Had she not changed her name?

Regardless of her name though, his youngest daughter was excelling in her debut season as a reserve chaser for the Harpies. He desperately wanted to celebrate every point, wanted to talk about every match, and wanted to share his pride with anyone that would listen. For now though, he listened to each match quietly in his shed, insisting to Molly that he was only tinkering with Spark Plugs. He had made the mistake of mentioning Ginny just a few months ago, proposing to smooth things over with both her and Harry, but Molly had cried at the suggestion. It was better that he keep this ritual to himself.

Dammit! He had lost focus on the game- What had he missed?

.she's being removed from the field and undergoing some basic health checks Mike..

Johannas joins the field to bring the Harpies back to the needed seven players- Bad match for the Harpies, already going through two chasers! Hopefully they can-

Arthur slammed his hand down on the radio, silencing the static noise that was emitting from the contraption.

"Isn't this so wild? It's an entirely different, private hospital that the team pays for if we get hurt when we get injured! Could you imagine?" Ginny poured over packets of information sent home with her after her try-outs. Information about insurance, training schedules, living and modesty requirements, and even hospital stays. If Arthur thought about it, that was the day that it was the beginning of the end for his family. As she sat at the table, pouring over brochures and booklets during her Easter break, he remembered trying to reconcile his memories of Ginny. Pink faced and crying as a newborn, toddling after her brothers, sickly and pale after possession, bold and stoic in wartime, and now for the first time in years, excited and happy about the future. Somehow, all those memories couldn't fit together in his mind.

Thanks to his most recent promotion, Arthur had recently been made aware of this private hospital. Located close to St. Mungos, HealCent London had been raved about in terms of its care by higher ranking officials, including Kingsley. Standing outside the door, he realized he wasn't sure what was required to enter the facility as a visitor. What name would he give when asked who he was looking for? What was her last name anymore, why hadn't he continued to consider the subject, to come to a conclusion?

"Hi there! Welcome to HealCent. How can I help you?" A chipper young woman with cropped, pink hair sat behind a sleek looking desk, the entire lobby tastefully decorated in nondescript patterns and calming blues. A number of parchments were laid out in front of her, magical quills squiggling furiously.

"I'm looking for my daughter, Ginny. Ginerva. She was injured- I think she was brought here? I need to see her." The woman picked up a sheet of paper, checking a list that Arthur couldn't quite make out.

"And your name is…?"

"Arthur Weasley, I'm her father."

"I'm sorry sir, you're not on the approved list of visitors, you'll have to reach out to her to be added and come back."

"This is ridiculous, she's 18 years old and she's my child! I want to see her now." His fist slammed down on the desk in front of him. For the first time in nearly a year, Arthur raised his voice outside of the docile tone he favored.

"Sir, I need you to calm down before I call security. You're not on the list, therefore I cannot let you-" her pending threat was interrupted by a door swinging open.

"Clara, is everything-"

Harry stood, staring at Arthur, clutching a cup of tea, wearing a hideous Harpies jumper with Ginny's name. Weasley, Arthur noted.

"Everything's fine Mr. Potter, I was just letting Mr. Weasley here know that he isn't an approved visitor, I'll be sending for security though, you can go back to whatever you were doing!" Clara picked up a quill and began to write a Quik-Note.

"No, Clara, it's fine. Um. Yeah. Mr. Weasley, you can come back here, I take it you wanted to see Ginny? She's fine, by the way." Harry held open the door for Arthur, staring at the cup of tea in his own hand.

Though he realized it was entirely illogical, Arthur's ears buzzed with anger. Shouldn't it be left to him to decide if his daughter was well and whole? Shouldn't he be able to see his daughter without the permission of her 19 year old husband? They were children, both of them, and yet here he was, thwarted by infants with pink hair and hideous jumpers while his only daughter was laying somewhere, injured by an unwise career choice!

Sunday dinner had become a sort of tradition after the war. Mostly, it was a nice chance to catch up and check on each other. Dora and Teddy often joined them, as well as various members from the order. At this dinner though, just a week after Ginny came home from Hogwarts after her 7th year and Harry's proposal, it had happened to be just the Weasley family and Harry. Ginny clapped her hands at dinner, calling the attention of her family.

"Harry and I picked a date for the wedding!" Molly perked up somewhat. The anniversary of Fred's death had taken a major toll on all of them, but she especially struggled. The engagement brought her something else to look forward to though, something exciting and new, much like the arrival of their first grandchild.

"That's wonderful to hear, dear! What day?"

"We want to do it in two weeks, on Saturday. I know it's not much notice, but we don't want to make a big production out of it and everyone that we want there is local enough anyways, and that gives us some time to move before I start training." Ginny wasn't sure that the kitchen had ever been so silent.

"I don't… I don't understand. I was under the impression you wouldn't be getting married for a year or two, why this big rush?" For the first time ever, Molly glared at Harry before looking to Ginny for signs of roundness that wasn't normally present on her slim figure.

"Ginny's contact with the Harpies includes a 'modesty clause'. It's wildly outdated, but it essentially states that she has to live with the rest of the team or with a spouse. So we can't live together unless we get married, and neither of us wants to live apart anymore." Harry looked around, desperately wishing Hermione was there to offer some support or even just break the suffocating tension. He reached for Ginny's hand under the table, squeezing her fingers, hoping to bring either of them some comfort.

Could such a tense silence be all consuming? Surely after some point the awkwardness must dissipate, it must turn into regular silence.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea. Let's plan it for next summer, when everyone is more sure about what they want."

Nearly every member of the family stared at their plates, avoiding eye contact with everyone else.

"Molly, dear-" Arthur began

"No, I think this is a terrible mistake for everyone involved and I cannot support this relationship between the two of them if they're going to make these ridiculous choices which carry consequences they can't possibly understand!"

Harry led the way to Ginny's room, Arthur trailing along behind him, stopping before passing the threshold of the private room Harry entered. From this position, Arthur could see the affection between the two, and Harry's doting nature, rather gentle that had been present even as a child.

With her head wrapped in a bandage, Ginny laid down flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling before hearing Harry enter the room. She turned to look towards him, smiling weakly before turning back to the ceiling. Harry set the tea on the table next to her before reaching over to prod her bandage, looking between the layers of the bandages, checking a presumably healed wound. He kissed her bandaged forehead and her nose before sitting beside her on the bed and leaning close to speak to her.

"Your dad is here, Gin. I hope it's okay, I told him he could come back, he's right behind me."

"What? How did he know where I was or-"

"Gin, I don't know but he's here so you can ask yourself but this is your last chance to tell me you don't want to see him."

"No, it's fine. Will you help me up though?"

Harry walked around to the other side of the bed, sliding one arm behind her shoulders and using the other hand to hold her arm, pushing her to a seated position before sitting down on the chair beside her. He grabbed Ginny's hand, thankful for the fact that she was able to return pressure in a way she hadn't been able to as she was carried off the field.

"Hey, dad. What are you doing here?"

Arthur walked into the room awkwardly, stuck between rushing to his child's beside, and an uncomfortable shuffle.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay. I was listening to your game and heard you get injured, but I wasn't sure if you were alright. It looks like you're healed just fine though, right? Why are you here then?" Arthur twisted his hands together while looking around the room before settling on Ginny's ominous bandage.

"Oh, I'm fine. They said I lost a lot of blood so they wanted me to stay here for a couple hours, but I'm feeling better than I was. It's really not a big deal. I'm fine."

Though certainly not the most awkward of silences between them, it ballooned, the pressure becoming thicker with each passing second.

"I'm going to have to leave in a few minutes, our nanny is with Teddy but she has an appointment she can't miss. If you'd like, Mr. Weasley, you're welcome to come back with me. Ginny'll be discharged in the next hour or so and will come home, we could have dinner together if you'd like," Harry glanced at Ginny as he made the offer, who continued to look between her father and husband without any indication of her own preferences.

Trying, and failing, to withhold judgement against Harry for leaving his injured wife alone in a hospital for any amount of time, Arthur agreed to accompany Harry back to their home.