Disclaimer:

It's not mine. If you think it is, you should really be reading the series and not this story.

Of course, we put Harry in as Seeker, and I take command as Chaser. Lily and James are Chasers with me, Rose is Keeper, and Teddy and Louis are Beaters. We are going to dominate!

In a normal-ish game, they would have Al playing Seeker on the other team but it is the Weasley Family Party. Therefore Charlie, who is the only failure of my mother's life, is playing Seeker for this party.

I have to say that Harry looks much better on a broom than Charlie.

Enough said.

Back to the game!

Al grabs the Quaffle, and tosses it to his fellow Chaser Dominique, who just doesn't even bother with her sister. Victoire's already close to falling off her broom already, and Fleur looks worried. Ah well, sometimes Phlegm needs to be taken down a peg.

Fred is playing Beater with his dad, and Roxane is the Keeper. I have to say, that Fred is actually a pretty good Beater. Which kind of sucks, because it's really hard for all of us to say "Fred and George" still.

Wish you were here, bro.

Dominique is going all the way to the goal, and Rose is forced to hit the Quaffle away with her head to stop the goal. Of course Ron goes crazy.

"THAT'S MY GIRL! GO ROSIE!"

Then, the inevitable question.

"HERMIONE, LOOK AT THIS TALENT! HUGO WOULD BE GREAT IF YOU WOULD JUST LET HIM BLOODY PLAY!"

And I can't hear Hermione's reply, though I can imagine it's not very dignified, because we finally get the Quaffle. Thank Merlin. Lily passes to James, and I stay in position for our play that we'd been practicing the other day. I see Al above us, and the horror dawns on his face. He knows what we're going to do.

"STOP THEM!"

Suckers. They won't know what hit them.

Go Worldly Weave!

Too bad that we aren't Weasleys, the alliteration would be so much better.

We begin to weave in and out of one another, constantly passing the ball from one to the other. My seven-year-old daughter is insanely good at this. It must be the Ginny genes.

Or, well, Harry's.

We weave even closer to the posts, as the other players move out of our way with awe. At the last second, I pass to Lily and she shoots it in past Roxane.

GOAL!

"YOU HAVE TO WATCH OUT FOR THE FAKE!" George yells at his daughter, and I see her roll her eyes. Lovely little girl isn't she? Pure Weasley attitude right there.

And heaven knows there are never enough Weasleys.

Sadly, I didn't really add to the numbers. My kids are fortunate enough to be blessed with the last name of Potter.

Lucky them, to be Potters. Potters get free stuff! Well, so do the Weasleys these days, but that's only thanks to Harry. We Weasleys have it so much better nowadays. Thanks honey, for being what makes sure all our nieces and nephews get fed.

Oh, and it's through his contribution that my parents can even afford to have this party at all...

Damn it!

I just made myself mad all over again!

The game continues, as we gain more and more points with our awesome play. I am such a genius! George is getting madder than a hatter, though their team seems to be scoring an awful lot too. Typical men, getting all competitive.

WHOA! They're twenty points away from us! NOOO!

Harry has to catch the snitch, and now. When Lily and James get the Quaffle again, I signal for them to go without me and fly up to Harry.

"Get it," I say, quietly and threateningly, "now."

"I'll do my damnedest," Harry says cheerfully. "We've only been playing for about an hour, Gin, no need to get your knickers in a knot yet."

And so, I go back to the game and continue with the evil death glares at Harry. He just looks back at me, infuriatingly, with his big green eyes twinkling with the joy of playing Quidditch. Sigh. This is why I love him.

Pay attention, Ginny, this is a game for your sanity!

And as for why this is so important, I'm still not going to tell anyone. Never, ever, ever. Too traumatizing to even consider re-living it. Let's just say that I was an unsuspecting victim and we can leave it at that.

We keep playing for another hour, until everyone's Quidditch joy has evaporated and we're all just plain starving.

"DAMN IT, HARRY!" I call down, "JUST CATCH THE BLOODY SNITCH!"

Language, I read on Mum's face as I fly with James and Lily, but hell, this needs to end.

Besides, language is just language right?

Harry just serenely looks around and smirks. Finally.

Flying at a breakneck speed (I would know), he flies toward where I'm assuming the Snitch is. The problem is that Charlie seems to have spotted it at the same moment.

Arms reaching out, both Seekers are headed right towards the area where the Snitch is. Even I can see it now. Just to tell you, Harry is convinced I need glasses and my only response is no way in hell.

Like crashing thunder, they collide midair, right where the Snitch would have been. Everything is silent in the aftermath, as they float eerily to the ground as if they were snowflakes falling in December.

All us Weasleys are quiet as the grave.

And then Dad, the only one with a wand, yells something I can't quite make out and it cushions their fall.

Coming out of my momentary shock, I look to my kids. James and Albus are ghostly white, and I would know because I have seen many a ghost, and Lily has a few tears tracing down her cheeks. We fly down directly to Harry, and Lily screams "Dad!"

Harry looks up at us, cheeks rosy from the excitement, and says "Hey!"

Damn you, Harry Potter, damn you.

Of course this is a joke to him. All's well that ends well, right?

I don't bloody think so.

When we jump to the ground, he envelopes the kids in a hug, and then it's my turn.

"I'm going to kill you," I whisper in his ear, "in a particularly violent way. I hope you are prepared for that."

"Obviously," he whispers back, "I mean, I am the Boy-Who-Lived, right?"

I snort, and remember the days when he avoided the fame at all costs. And then I remember that this is just Quidditch.

"Still," I say, huffily.

And then he pulls back and grins at me with infuriatingly devilish look.

Have you ever noticed that Harry is much too gorgeous for his own good? Good Merlin, we've been married for years, and looking at him still makes me all trembly. And my heart pounds spontaneously. I wouldn't be surprised if I getting heart palpitations from him.

But it is so worth it.

"For you, my lady." And he gets down on one knee, and holds out something to me.

The Snitch.

AN

I'd just like to thank everyone that has reviewed. They truly make me want to continue. The next chapter is already written!

Oh, and thank my dad and sister for finally leaving so that I could have some time on here. They are some serious computer hogs. Or I am. Depends who you ask :P