Ginny was sitting sipping a hot coco in front of the fireplace in the library at Grimald place. It was a blustery March day outside and she had just covered a match between the Chudley Cannons and the Falmouth Falcons. Snow had whipped the players and spectators alike and Ginny felt as if her feet would never thaw.
She and Lee Jordon had been setting next to each other in the press box and both had relied heavily on the TV monitor to even see the action.
Ginny was earning quite a nice salary between the occasional guest commentary she did with Lee on the wireless and the cable less and her articles in the prophet.
Bill was helping her invest some of her savings toward a pet project she wanted to launch. Many of the older quidditch stars and the less well known players of today had a rough time after quidditch. They often suffered from years of injuries and had a hard time finding a job. Ginny, and a few like minded individuals, were funding an organization to help with living expenses for those down on their luck. The organization would also fund training programs for players who found they had no marketable skills after they retired. Bill was willing to gather other financial adviser's to help the players of today invest part of their salaries toward a more secure future.
She and Harry had sat down with Bill and listed their assets, then developed an investment plan. They had both been surprised at just how wealthy they were. They could, if they wanted to, quit work and live the life of the elite. Ginny knew though that she and Harry would never be comfortable not working.
Their hard scrabble youth prevented them from being able to sit around on their bums. Besides they wanted their children to appreciate the effort of a good day's labor.
Ron had quietly began a fund for the children of those killed by Voldemort and his followers. When his share of WWW had started making money faster than a reasonable person could spend it he and Hermione had looked around for ways to help. Hermione had begun scholarships for those needing help with school supplies and books.
Since George had given everyone in the family shares of WWW, they were all on the board. One of the things they did was to make sure to quietly funnel money to worthy causes. A grinning Fred was immortalized at a local wizarding orphanage in their play room. Not only did WWW make sure the children had the means to have fun but they also made sure they had a warm bed and good meals.
After the match today Lee had asked Ginny if he could come over and talk with her about investing some of his money in a scholarship fund for athletic youth. He wanted her take on what it had been like to set up a charitable trust.
Ginny was happy to see so many of their friends and family doing well. Everyone who had lived through the war had sacrificed something. Now it seemed they were in a period of reaping rewards.
It was quarter to ten and Harry had not gotten home yet. He had left a note explaining he might be very late, so she wasn't too worried. Hermione had flooed looking for Ron earlier and they realized they must be on some sort of investigation together.
Ginny had found some wonderful soft wool the last time she covered a game in Scotland and decided tonight was a good time to start some of her Christmas presents. She was casting on a bright orange, a Chudley Cannon's scarf for Ron, when George's head appeared in her fire. He was covered in soap foam.
"Ginny can I bring the baby to you? We have a bit of a problem over here and We'd like her safely out of the way." Of course Ginny said yes. George flooed through with Roxanne and her things. Foam was clinging to everything. "Would you mind giving her a bit of a wash up? Freddy got a hold of my wand and decided to "help" with the dishes. We are trying to stop the foam before it ruins the stock in the shop." With that he shoved his daughter in to Ginny's hands and disappeared back into the fire.
Ginny hated to wake Kreacher, but she thought that Angie and George could use her help at their place. "Kreacher?"
"Yes Mistress Ginny? Oh my…." Kreacher took one look at the foam covered baby and knew what was needed. "Master George having some problems?"
"Yes Freddy's been at it again would you mind bathing the baby and putting her down with Albus?"
"Not at all Mistress, is you going to help?" The old elf gently took the fussy baby from Ginny, absently beginning the automatic bounce and bum patting that all adults do when handed a fussy child.
"Yes. If Harry gets back before I do would you let him know where I am?"
Ginny apperated to the back stair of WWW. Just as she appeared the door at the top of the stairs burst open and Freddy rode out on a wave of foam shouting "WEE." He was waving George's wand in his right hand and the bubbles were multiplying at an alarming rate. With the reflexes of a quidditch player Ginny snatched both Freddy and George's wand. By now the back garden was filling with foam and it was creeping down the alley. George's head appeared through the back door. Ginny yelled up to her brother "I've got Freddy and your wand."
"Oh thank Godric! Can you take him someplace safe? Could you also call in some help? Angie and I can't get it to stop and it's in the shop now." His head disappeared as strange sounds erupted from the shop area. Ginny apperated with Freddy to the burrow. Hermione, took charge of Freddy and started flooing family to help at WWW.
Ginny apperated to the front of the store, a bit dizzy from so much popping here and there her vision cleared just as Angie came sliding out with an armfull of very angry pygmy puffs. "I think I have them all could you conjure a cage for them and clean them off, I'm going back in to try and get some of the more dangerous items out." Ginny handed her sister in law George's wand and took care of the pygmy puffs. Finding a safe place for the cage was difficult, because by now the foam was a wave rolling down Diagon Alley.
Weasley's and a few of their friends, in various stages of sleep and casual wear, started popping in to view. Word spread among the shops of Diagon alley as well and soon a small army was battling the tsunami of soap bubbles rolling towards Gringots.
The foam was finally stopped after some spiffy magic by Bill. It pays to have a curse breaker in the family. Fleur and Ginny, with the help of the neighboring shop keepers, started removing the foam form the streets while the rest of the family battled their way in to the shop to clean up.
Harry and Ron appeared about half way in to the clean up. Most of the stock was a loss. Soap and magical mischief makers are not a good combination. Where the foam had hit the display of Fleur's Vela made products the area had a lovely lemony scent however, and as a bonus the shop was as clean as it was just after the war when so many had helped George get it back up and running.
By morning they had the shop and flat cleaned of foam, ruined products and food. There was a sign in the window announcing they were close for inventory and would open in two days time.
George had gone to the MOM with Percy and they had made quick work of the accidental underage magic forms.
Ron had gone home and returned with a reluctant Freddy. Hermione had made sure he had known the seriousness of his little prank.
Hannah had them all come to the inn and eat a decent breakfast. As Angie lifted a cup of tea tiredly to her lips she shook her head and said; "I wish I knew where he got these ideas from!"
Dora and Lily cuffed three laughing male angels on the back of the head. Lily put he hands on her hips and asked; "Which one of you was it this time?"
Because their furniture was a soggy mess, George, Angie and the children went back to the burrow to stay. That night George and Angie decided that living over the shop with a mischievous child was a bad idea. Angie began looking for a house to buy. Surprisingly quickly she found one with lots of acreage not all that far from the burrow.
Andi Tonks, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Molly and Arthur divided up the children for an overnight to allow their sleep deprived parents a bit of a rest. Kreacher was in his element, helping the Grangers with the babies.
Harry and Ginny were curled up in their big bed attempting to wake up. Yesterday had been a long day. "Ginny I'm afraid our James is growing up to be just like Freddy. I suppose that what we get for naming after two of the marauders!" Harry gave a weak smile.
"I swear he ever floods the house with soap I'll whip his bum so hard he won't sit down until he's 21!" Harry knew she meant it too.