I do not own anything in the „Harry Potter" bookseries nor it's offshoot.

„Coming, dear!"

Arthur Weasley walked at a brisk pace from his tinkering carage to Burrow. His robes, although plain, looked fine and clean. He was middle-aged ginger, and quite happy with his life, as even if his large number of children were huge drain on the finances they were still so perfectly worth it, in all their good and bad.

„What smells good?"

„I decided to make chicken soup today, with pudding as an after-course."

Arthur, at this point, kissed the ginger-haired woman in the kitchen.

„Where is our little girl?"

He married Molly – the stay-in-home mother of the children few years after finishing Hogwarts. She was younger than him, so they didn't see each other much during the school, but the Prevett and Weasley families were acquitances before. Given how he tended to stop at Dragon's Jaw where she worked at the time, the relationship blossomed quickly, especially given how they were both gingers.

„In her room, I told her the food will be ready soon but it seems she forgot."

„I'll go call her. That boy is gonna be overwhelmed when she goes to school next year."

„Ah, but it is quite romantic. I hope Ron becomes friends with Potter, too, it could be terribly awkward otherwise."

Although the wizarding family had only daughter at home, they had 6 sons, too. With Arthur and Molly both in the resistance movement against Voldemort, life was quite stressful. Indeed, it netted them quite a bit of derision. However, ever since he died, no Weasley child had been born.

„Knock-knock, anybody home?"

Startled, Ginny's red cheeks paled considerably as she turned her head frantically, noticing her father in doorway, only to redden even worse, clashing with her hair. Immidetially, a pillow soared through the air.

„Daaad! I told you to knock before coming inside."

Which was received by faceful of pillow.

„Food is ready, come to eat, Ginny. Soup is already on the table."

As Arthur left the floundering girl's room, he again thought about how complicated – how backwards – yet how well muggles had done without being able to use magic. It was like making a by using sticking charms on rubble instead of transfiguring, or filtering water instead of conjuring.

*smirk*

„Indeed she forgot, dear." *sigh*

„Arthur, just wait until summer, this is not so bad."

*cringe* „Don't remind me, the boys will be egging her nonstop."

„Hmm...True. But it will tamper her a bit to learn that her hero is just a normal kid, not slayer of dark wizards."

„I hope so, but even more that she doesn't just climb into his bed the first night that year."

*laughter* „Have a little faith, Arthur."

Footsteps ran down the stairs and their creator quickly appeared. The chatty dinner started in the light of fireplace, with common sense failing to stick to everyone all around. Soon, the bowls were cleaned, simple scourgify taking care of the remains, and pudding being eaten in a less feverish pace.

„You know, Ginny, Harry was raised by muggles."

„Yeah, it really surprised me. He looked quite thin." with a melanholic – or puzzled – smile.

„He should be eating at the moment. I wish I could have seen his face the moment the food appeared."

„Why would he be so thin, though?"

„Well, Ginny, muggles cannot use magic."

„Why would that make him thin?"

„Well, how would they make food then?"

„But they must get food somehow, mom."

„They do, it is called farming. If you looked at his hands you'd have seen the callouses on them."

„They did look a bit strange now that you mention it. But those cal-louse..."

„Callouses."

„Callouses aren't something I seen before."

„You will see them, hm, for example Hufflepuff head of the house, Sprout, and some Quidditch players as well."

„Then I will teach him next year how useful magic is." *grin*

„I'm sure you will."

AN: Sort of dual, issue. On the foreground is how wizards can conjure and transfigure stuff, so they don't have food shortage, though it must take some skills in the subject, it has been shown to be able to be permanent. On the background is how wizards send their kids to live in a boarding school at 11, after completing which they'll be considred adults – and having children right out of school doesn't warrant any mention at all, either, as can be seen with Lily and James, though I put the parents a bit older than that in this fic. Of course, no way they can be all supervised, and „Lord of the flies" scenarios are as inevitable as teenagers having hormones. Finally, one has to consider how there have been no Weasleys impregnated since the fall of Voldemort. What it is, were there apparation bans and with apparation the semen gets left behind.

This will be first in a series of ficlets that I'll be doing, total 6/or 6 themes in all, that intend to showcase the large disperancy between wizard, witches and muggles. A muggleborn is just a muggle with magic. A wizard or witch is something much different.

Also, this rating system is inaccurate*rants*. M fics tend to be far more immature than K fics.