Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition. Prompt was Post-War.

The day was overcast, and chilly. Ominous looking gray clouds crowded overhead, promising rain and lightning. Ginny shivered in her knit-scarf and sweater. Absently, she tugged the scarf tighter around her neck. Her mum had taken up knitting all their clothes, all but forcing them to wear it. Her overprotective nature was really getting the best of her, but knitting was pretty harmless so everyone in the family just let her be. She really needed a larger trunk to fit all the clothes her mum was making though.

But it would be hard to find one, let alone pay for one though. With the end of the war, the shops had all taken a hard hit, and the economy was still pretty bad. It was even worse for their poor family. Even though they were all considered war heroes and people would try to give them items for free, Ginny and her family refused to accept them. It would be unfair to everyone else who was struggling, and they had far too much pride for that.

Ginny glanced up at the pitch just straight ahead of her. At this distance, Ginny could see the large rings set up for Quidditch. She would be arriving at the pitch soon for her first day at work. Well, she didn't consider it work, considering she had always loved Quidditch. Ron and Harry were starting up their Auror work as well. She didn't understand why they would want to be involved in work like rounding up the remaining Death Eaters. They had smiled at told her that it was something they had to do. Personally, she was sick and tired of the war, and everything in stood for. Ginny kept seeing it in her nightmares every night already. The pale, sightless faces. The screams of her classmates. To be exposed to it in the daytime and reminded of it again was something she would never want to do.

With another shiver, she rubbed her mittened hands together. It would be freezing on the Quidditch pitch, but she'd warm up soon enough. Ginny was actually rather excited to start playing Quidditch professionally. Not only was it something she had loved ever since she was a kid, but it was a good distraction from the depressing aura that had settled over everyone in the Wizarding world. Some people went to alcohol for a distraction. In fact, all the bars in the Wizarding world were usually crammed full at any hour of the day. But Ginny much preferred using Quidditch as her way of forgetting things.

Pushing open the door, a rush of warm air greeted her. Ginny unwrapped her layers of clothing as she walked into the change room. It was already almost half full, even though there was still about an hour until practice started. Unfamiliar faces glanced at her. A particularly tall woman stood and gave her a hand to shake, smiling at her.

"You must be Ginny Weasley. It'll be a pleasure to have you on our team. My name is Matilda Greene, and I'm the Captain," the woman, Matilda, said pleasantly.

"Hello," Ginny said politely. "The pleasure is all mine."

They went around the room, introducing her to all the members. Then they left her to get changed as they filed out to the pitch. Ginny quickly scrambled to get changed, not wanting to be the only one left in the change room. Quickly, she exited as well.

Outside, the Captain was standing in front of the women, who had formed a straight line. Ginny crept to the end of the line with a nod from a girl at the end.

"Alright," Matilda said. "Since we're all here, we might as well start practice now. First off, for warm up, do laps around the field until I tell you to stop."

Everyone mounted their brooms and took off. As Ginny followed, the familiar rush of happiness that came from being in the air filled her, and she soon forgot about the thoughts she had on the way here. Soon, they were being called to stop as the real practice started. The captain had her and the other chasers try and score from different angles and at different speeds while the Keeper tried to block the balls. The seekers and beaters were doing a separate exercise on the other side of the pitch. They then did a group exercise where they were practicing different air manoeuvres, and then proceeded to do teamwork exercises. Ginny was being pushed to the physical limits of her body more than she ever had. She was exhausted, but there was nothing else in the world she wanted to do.

The practice ended sooner than she expected. The shrill cry of the Captains whistle broke her out of the daze she had entered, and Ginny lowered herself to the ground and stumbled off to change. She was met with back claps, and encouraging statements. With a happy smile on her face, Ginny grabbed her stuff and headed to a good apparition point.

It was as she was walking to the Burrow that her earlier contemplative expression came back.

"I'm home," she called, pushing open the door.

Her mum looked up. "Welcome back dear," she said. "Could you call George? It's dinner time."

Ginny hovered at the doorframe of the kitchen. "Where's dad and Ron?"

Her mum let of a sigh. "They're both still working."

Of course. Ginny nodded and left to go wake up her brother, who had done nothing more than sit around blankly since… the end of the war. Cautiously, she crept up the stairs and knocked on his door.

A dull, "Come in," greeted her and she entered.

George, looking like he hadn't shaved in days, glanced up as she walked in.

"It's dinner time," she said gently.

George blinked, then nodded. He got up from the bed and shuffled behind her as she headed downstairs.

They entered the kitchen together. Ginny blinked in surprise.

"Bill? Fleur? What are you guys doing here?"

The couple in question looked up at her and smiled. "We thought you guys might be lonely, so we came for dinner."

Ginny was relieved. George had perked up at bit as Victoire giggled and grabbed his hand, and her mum had jumped into action, going back into the kitchen to whip up some more food. It seemed their presence was exactly what was needed in the household.

Halfway through their meal, the door was opened roughly with a cry of, "I could eat a horse! What's for dinner mum?"

A round of laughter went around the table.

Ginny smiled softly. The war had damaged them, broken them. But they were slowly recovering, together as a family.