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Fred: You've come to the right people.
Ron: Uh, we didn't come to you at all.
Ginny: Yeah, you just walked in here without knocking...
George: There wasn't time for you guys to figure out you needed us. Fortunately, the walls are thin.
I’m quiet because...
Hufflepuff: strength doesn’t require being loud
Gryffindor: my actions speak
Slytherin: I don’t owe you a response
Ravenclaw: I think too much to tell you everything
i love fics/hcs where the weasleys find out about drarry 😭❤️
Imagine introducing your slytherin boyfriend to your gryffindor family…..🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 insta | ko fi
okay but you can't tell me the weasley's didn't have an abnormal amount of cousins
like obviously there were enough of them which is why the idea of their cousins was never really mentioned but c'mon
and the malfoys. and the blacks.
probs all of harry's roomates too. oh and harry. amd tonks.
if the weasley family was real i'd have a crush on all of them lol
Inspired by The Burrow!
Who Needs Family Anyway?
Summary: The Weasleys take you in when you get kicked out of your toxic pureblood home and treat you as one of their own, showing you everything you missed out on growing up.
When they find out you never got to celebrate your birthday, they promise to make your next one absolutely incredible.
But it seems promises don't mean as much as you thought they did...
***
Warnings: Just angst and sadness, I hurt myself with this one.
I kind of hate it but I'm posting it anyways because it took forever
Word Count: 3078
A/N: So Charlie exists, also your birthday is July 21st in this story
Happy Reading! :)
Today was the day that you had been so excited for all year since you moved in with the Weasleys.
July 21st.
Just a little over a year ago your pureblood supremacist of a mother had disowned you. It was three days before your birthday and the two of you had gotten into a bigger fight than usual about the “idiotic blood traitors and mudbloods!” you were friends with at school, which resulted in some nasty spells from her doing more damage than should be possible and her throwing you out of the house, not even giving you the slightest chance to grab some of your things.
You had spent the next week sleeping on park benches and trying to get a proper meal with what little money you had on you before Mrs. Weasley had found you in the road while she was shopping for some groceries. Once you explained what had happened between you and your mother, Molly didn’t even bat an eye before insisting that you come home with her.
After a bit of resistance from you and insistence from Molly, you finally agreed to go home with her. She apparated the both of you to the burrow where you found nearly the whole Weasley clan (and Harry) somewhat shocked by your sudden appearance.
You were very good friends with Ginny, despite being in Rons year, and you were one of George and Fred’s favourite students in the years below them. Because of that you were fairly well-known and liked among the Weasleys, however, they all knew that they would never have a chance of seeing you during holidays due to your parents and their strong feelings concerning the whole pureblood supremacy deal.
Molly had gently escorted you inside and towards a couch in the living area of the burrow, all the while quietly reassuring you that everything would be alright and letting you feel the first sense of comfort you had felt since the beginning of that summer break.
Once your situation had been explained to them, the rest of the family had welcomed you in with a warmth you hadn’t known existed before your years at Hogwarts.
While telling them about what happened, you also mentioned the fact that you were on the street through your birthday. They were all shocked when they learned that not only would your mother go to such extremes, but she would do so mere days before your birthday!
You had shocked them all even further when you offhandedly mentioned that your birthday was never really celebrated in your house, your mother had always said it was unbecoming of a lady to fuss over such frivolous occasions.
Each and every one of them that were present immediately assured you that next year, they will make sure you have the best birthday possible to make up for all the lost years. Fred and George spoke up promising that they would show you what real family looks like while Ginny simply hugged you tight, not wanting one of her best friends to be hurt any longer.
You had settled in with them quite quickly after having Arthur apparate you to your mothers house to pick up your things, including the key to your personal vault at Gringotts. After all, the Weasleys were already so gracious in taking you in, they shouldn’t have to pay for everything you need especially with the amount of children in the house already.
During the Christmas break that year, you got to meet Bill and Charlie. They immediately accepted you as their second little sister, showing you so much brotherly love in such a short amount of time that it was nearly suffocating.
Fast forward to the current day, the middle of summer break, your one year anniversary of living with the Weasleys fast approaching, your birthday just a few days before.
You were so excited to spend your birthday with them all since they told you the year before that they’d make it fun for you. Molly had even put a big red mark on her kitchen calendar just to make sure she’d remember.
Honestly, you didn’t have very high expectations, you really would be more than satisfied with anything really, the only things you hoped for were that they would have a cake for you, and that they would remember.
The night before your birthday you fell asleep in your shared room with Ginny, with a soft smile on your face in anticipation of spending tomorrow with the people you love. You hadn’t officially called them your family yet, your hesitance mainly due to your “family” you grew up with.
However, in that moment you were sure that this time you had chosen the exact right people.
They were your family.
***
You woke up the next morning with excitement running through your body as you practically jumped out of bed. You looked to the other side of the room, expecting to see Ginny, only to realize that her bed was already empty meaning she must have been downstairs already.
You shrugged a little to yourself as you quickly got changed into a comfy summer outfit and made your way down to the kitchen. Once you walked in, you saw Molly standing at the stove using her wand to finish cooking what looked like eggs, Arthur sitting at the table reading the Daily Prophet with a cup of coffee and Percy sitting across from him, staring into space looking as though he were trying to collect all the inner peace he could before the day fully started.
Arthur glanced up from the newspaper as he heard you enter the room.
“Ah good morning y/n! Fine day isn’t it?”
Although you might’ve been expecting some sort of birthday greeting, you just brushed it off and returned his greeting with a “Yes sir, I’m looking forward to today.”
Percy gave you a slight nod in acknowledgement as you passed him, which you returned with a smile and wave.
“Hello Molly!” You greeted her as you walked in her direction.
“Good morning, y/n, dear. Say, would you mind going to wake up Ron? He should have been out of bed a full thirty minutes ago but I still haven’t seen him! Honestly sometimes that boy really just gets on my nerves, he needs to learn to wake himself up or he’ll sleep his life away.”
You interrupted Mollys ramblings with a quick “No worries, I’ll go wake him up.”
Feeling slightly disappointed that nobody had said anything yet about your birthday you trudged out of the kitchen and started up the stairs. You were most of the way to Ron's room when a red-headed blur zoomed past you down the stairs with a loud laugh. Not 10 seconds later, a large violet-headed blur all but flew down after it with a distinctive scream of “GEORGE TURN MY HAIR BACK TO RED NOW!” only to be followed by a “But Fred you look so much better with the purple!”
Chuckling to yourself at the twins' antics you, oh so helpfully, added “like a very pretty grape” from your spot on the stairs before taking the last couple steps up to Ron's room.
You walked into the room without bothering to knock, already knowing it would take much more than that to wake the boy up.
You glanced over at the boy sleeping soundly as you thought to yourself ‘Aw he looks so peaceful’ and as that thought passed through your mind you knew exactly what you would do. Turning yourself back towards the entryway you reached for the door handle. Then, all at once, you slammed the door shut as hard as you possibly could while simultaneously launching yourself backwards, effectively crushing a very shocked and still extremely sleepily-dazed Ron.
He had shot upwards out of his deep sleep with a yelp, awoken by the sound of the door slamming, which meant that when you landed on him he got shoved sideways, falling off the bed entirely.
“Why, y/n/n? Why do you choose to make my existence miserable?”
“Because I’m basically your sister at this point so I know you love me even when I’m mean. Also, if you tried to get me back Molly would ground you for ages” you responded with a laugh causing him to roll his eyes good-naturedly because you both knew there was definitely truth behind your words.
“Whatever, y/n.” He grumbled as he stood up and began moving around the room sluggishly attempting to find some clothes for the day.
Again being a bit confused at why even Ron hadn’t said anything about your birthday yet you tried to prompt it out of him hoping he would say something.
“Hey, Ron, what day is it?”
“Maybe the 21st? The 22nd possibly? How should I know?” He spoke, still seeming disgruntled at being yanked away from his precious slumber. He let out a comment of “What do I look like, the bloody calendar? Honestly.” Although it was more to himself than you as he walked towards the door to exit the room, you felt your heart sink a little more.
It seemed like most of them had forgotten your birthday and you couldn’t help but feel incredibly let down.
You dragged yourself out of Ron’s room and headed back to the kitchen to get something to eat. You joined the rest of the family at the table, quietly reaching for some of the toast laying out on a dish. They all carried on their separate conversations, filling the room with the usual loud chatter that would usually bring you so much comfort but today only made you feel even more forgotten. Ginny who was sitting next to you reached over to hug you from her seat, breaking away from conversation briefly.
“Good morning, y/n/n!” She pulled away from the hug and continued on, speaking softly. “Are you feeling okay? You seem a bit quiet this morning” to which you didn’t know quite how to respond.
Should you tell her that it was your birthday and see if that would change anything or should you not bring it up and see if anyone would remember your birthday at some point? Internally choosing the latter, you spoke in the same soft tone “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit of a headache is all.”
“Okay well let me know if there’s anything I can do to make you feel better” she gave you a sweet smile before turning back to her conversation with Percy about whatever studies he had read in days passed.
A single tear ran down your cheek as you silently excused yourself from the table, retreating to the landing just off the first floor where yours and Ginny's room was located.
You laid in bed with the covers over you for what could’ve easily been 2 or 3 hours, not answering Ginny the couple times she came to check on you, instead pretending to be asleep.
The day went on like this for the most part. Staying hidden in your bedroom, joining everybody for meals before returning to your room and telling them you had a headache when anyone would ask why you kept going back to your room.
You laid in bed wishing that once, just once, somebody would remember your birthday and care.
That somebody would show a sign that they remembered this day. That they remembered you.
It wasn’t until after the sun began to set that you went downstairs to sit in the living room with the rest of the family and settled into an armchair with a book you had been meaning to read.
Everybody was busying themselves with their own individual activities; Ron winning a game of wizards chess against Percy, Ginny reading a book she got last Christmas about quidditch plays and tactics, George and Fred working on a new creation that does Merlin knows what, while Arthur was reading and Molly was elsewhere.
Every Weasley member seemed content, and despite the noise coming from everyone in the room (mostly the twins) it felt oddly peaceful.
But of course, nothing lasts forever.
You were reminded of this fact when the door to the burrow burst open to reveal a very tired, somewhat disheveled looking Bill and an overly hyper Charlie, both with big smiles on their faces regardless of their contrasting appearances.
“It took an overpriced trip on the Knight Bus, two dragons, and a very hesitant peacock, but we’re here now!” Charlie announced to the room, a proud smile on his face.
“Now where is our little Iris?” Bill asked with an equally proud smile.
That was the nickname Bill and Charlie had given you.
When you had met them during the previous Christmas break they had been informed of your old home situation as well as your birthday and how everybody was planning to make it extra fun for you when the time came around. After hearing all of that and noticing your optimistic attitude despite all you’d been through, they nicknamed you ‘little Iris’ because the iris flower represents hope and courage as well as the fact that it normally blooms in July, right around your birthday.
**You can blame Bill for the overly detailed flower nickname - he went through a floral phase a few years back and still remembers everything he learned**
Back to the present moment, Molly must’ve entered the room to see what the ruckus was because she immediately ran over to her two eldest sons pulling both of them into one large hug with a short shout of excitement.
The rest of the Weasley siblings crowded their oldest brothers, exchanging hugs and greetings.
“What are you two doing here? I can’t say I’m complaining but what's the occasion?” Arthur inquired, putting his book down as everyone settled into their spots, some on couches, some on the floor.
“What do you mean ‘what’s the occasion’?” Bill asked, sending a puzzled glance in Charlie’s direction.
Charlie looked back at Bill, seeming just as confused as he was as he spoke once more.
“It’s y/n/n’s birthday of course!”
If you thought the family of gingers couldn’t get any more pale than they normally were, you couldn’t be more wrong.
Every single Weasley apart from two new arrivals blanched and turned to where you were hiding yourself underneath a blanket, guilt and understanding immediately flooding their expressions.
Charlie spoke again, still a bit confused at what was going on. “What's going on? Why am I not seeing any decorations or fireworks or-”
Bill placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder, silently asking him to stop whatever was about to come out of his mouth before looking between each of his family members individually.
“Really?” was the first thing to come out of his mouth, accompanied by an expression on his face that could only be described as a mixture of blatant anger and disbelief. “How could you all possibly forget that it’s her birthday? Especially after making such a big deal of building it up all year! I cannot believe that you-”
Bill was starting to raise his voice, feeling very overprotective of the girl he thought of as a sister. However, the last thing you wanted to do was cause conflict between family members so you piped up, interrupting Bill before he could yell.
Sticking your head out of the blanket trying your hardest not to let them see the tears that were dropping from your eyes, you spoke up in a shaky voice “It’s alright Bill, it’s really not a big deal, I understand.”
Charlie stood next to Bill and chimed in, finally understanding what had happened.
“It’s not okay, y/n! You deserve to be celebrated on your birthday and most of it has just been wasted!” It felt like Bill and Charlie were only going to get more upset the more you said it was fine so without sparing a single glance towards the others, you stood from the chair and ran out of the room and up the stairs.
You climbed up the stairs, past yours and Ginny's room, up past the twins room and Percy’s room, not stopping until you reached the attic. You climbed into the attic, crawling through it, avoiding the Weasley family ghoul as best as you could in your tearful journey, and pulled yourself through the little window in the corner to sit on the ledge.
Living with the Weasleys has been great, but it’s a lot more chaotic than you’ve ever been used to dealing with year round so it didn’t take too long for you to find this little escape spot. You found it one night when you couldn’t sleep, just before going back to school, crawling out to sit on the little ledge with just enough room for a few people to sit comfortably with their legs dangling off the edge.
This was your safe haven on the occasions when the fun chaos of the Weasleys got to be too much.
You sat down and finally just let yourself breathe in the night air, looking up at the starry sky as the tears fell for what felt like the thousandth time that day.
You were still observing the stars above when you felt somebody sitting on either side of you.
“Happy birthday, little Iris. We’re sorry that it went so awful.”
Feeling so exhausted from all that the day had made you feel you couldn’t help yourself as you simply replied with “All I wanted was a cake, maybe a card too?”
Bill wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side as he spoke softly. “Well then it’s a good thing we came prepared, isn’t it Charlie?”
Charlie reached next to him and pulled a full size birthday cake, seemingly out of nowhere.
“Ta-daaaa! It’s your favourite kind too! Now, you’ll just have to imagine that there are candles lit on top of it because we didn’t have a chance to pick any up on the way here but hopefully it fits your birthday cake expectations regardless. Although we could probably find some sort of substitute somewhere, maybe one of Ron's f-”
“It’s perfect. Really, I love it so much and you both as well. Thank you for remembering, you’ve made this day a whole lot better.”
“Of course, anything for a sister of ours.”
“Happy birthday, y/n.”
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ron invites you to the burrow 𝜗𝜚
a/n: this is my first time actually writing/posting one of these so pls bare with me 😭 i like to think i’m not a bad writer but pls lmk if there are any grammar or punctuation errors 🤗😚 also i’m not british so there might be some mistakes or hiccups in the way they talk! again, i apologize 😓
warnings (??) — bf!ron, hufflepuff!reader, fem!reader, pure fluff ♥︎
you and ron had been together for a few months now, and everything was as perfect as could be. you went to his quidditch games, you both bonded over your love for food, and he gave the best hugs imaginable.
he had been unsure if it was a good idea to take you to meet molly and the rest of his family, especially after the way she had reacted to fleur. but after much back and forth and asking fred, george, and ginny, he decided on it.
“just….beware. they can get crazy sometimes,” he cautioned, his chest rising in an oddly deep breath before raising his fist to knock.
the snow had really piled up, you thought, as your scarf barely helped your face warm. your mittens intertwined as best they could with ron’s, his hat matching the cloth on your hands.
“don’t worry, ron, im sure i’ll be alright,” you smiled, squeezing his hand as you stared at the closed door waiting to open.
the door quickly flung open, revealing a beaming molly behind it. she immediately rushed over to hug ron tightly, mumbling a bunch of greetings. ron glanced at you from his mom’s hug, eyes wide in a ‘help.’
you giggled, running your thumb up his hand reassuringly.
molly pulled away, fixing up his now messy orange locks before looking to his left. molly’s jaw dropped, mirroring the way she pounced on ron, but somehow more aggressive to you.
“oh, you must be y/n,” she cooed, rocking you left and right as she squeezed the living daylights out of you.
“well, come on in, then!” she motioned for you two to follow her inside, you and ron side eyeing each other.
“sorry,” he whispered, swallowing thickly before following his mum inside the warm home.
“are you kidding? i love her already.”
once molly had rushed you two inside, arthur greeted you with a firm handshake and a smile. “my darling,” molly began, pouring you each a warm cup of tea. “you are twice as beautiful as ron makes you out to be,”
you smiled, giggling as you glanced at your boyfriend. his face reddened immediately.
“does ron talk about me a lot?” you ask curiously, lifting the mug to your lips. the warm steam cooled your pink nose. the fire crackled, fred and george conversing as they heated their sock-enclothed feet.
“oh, you have no idea,” molly began, ron buried his face in his palms. arthur chuckled, taking a long sip of tea. “but enough about him. tell me about yourself, dear,” she invited, motioning for ron’s dad to get out the biscuits.
“well, i’m a hufflepuff, i’m a prefect, head girl, and i have outstandings in all of my classes,” you told her, feeling a bit tense at the mention of your house. you knew how much the weasleys valued being a gryffindor, and the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint them.
molly and arthur exchanged glances, and you swore you could’ve screamed and ran away right that moment. you tapped on your mug, looking at ron before down at your lap.
“ronald, you break this girl’s heart and you’re out of the house,” molly raised her pointer finger at him, causing a fit of comfortable laughter to fill the silence of the room.
“she really is an angel, mum. she tutors 1st years,”he added, making you smile shyly as you hid your face in the mug.
molly gasped, holding her hand over her heart. “well, my dear, i am beyond delighted that you are taking care of my ronald. just let me know if he becomes a handful. i’ll be more than happy to send a howler his way,” she warned, shooting ron a stern glance.
just as quickly as your worries came, they disappeared. molly loved you, arthur loved you, and you had not a doubt in your mind that ron did, too.
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a/n pt 2: this was so fun to make!! i’m on a 5 day break so i’ll be writing some stuff, pls pls pls pls PLEASEEE lmk if you want to see anything or have any questions at all!! 😚😚
HARRY POTTER
Happy Birthday and April 1st
Weasley Twins
nailed it
The effects that no one saw
- After second year, Ginny could no longer stand snakes. Everytime she saw them, all she could think about was how she had woken up in an unfamiliar place, knowing that she had been the one harming everyone, and discovering that the monster had been a basilisk. What if someone had been killed?
- After everything that happened with the Snatchers, Hermione never wore perfume again. She didn't understand how anyone could. They would just lead the enemy right to their own doorsteps! It took her a long time to remember that there was no enemy anymore.
- For the first time ever, Luna hated darkness. She had always loved it before, but after she was held captive in Malfoy Manor, something had changed, and her love of the darkness turned to hatred. She learned how to make glowing balls of pure energy, and in her room, thousands of them floated in the air. It helped to remind her, when she woke up from another nightmare and forgot where she was, that she wasn't in the dungeon anymore.
- In his second year, Harry found that he couldn't look into mirrors anymore. Every time he did, all he thought of was the Mirror of Erised, and whenever he looked at his reflection, he couldn't help but hope that his parents would be looking out at him again. Every time that they weren't there, his heart broke a little more.
- Ron had always been fine with leaving his friends alone. But he was seventeen, and whenever he tried to leave a room that his friends were in, all he felt was the overwhelming panic of them disappearing, leaving him behind even though all he wanted was to join them again.
- "Please let them be okay," Neville whispered to himself whenever he went to sleep. Because after his seventh year, he had grown so used to his friends disappearing in the night, reappearing days later with new injuries and a haunted look in their eyes. He was terrified to close his eyes, because there was always that fear that one day, one of his friends would vanish and would never come back.
- Whenever her children visited her, Molly Weasley was overjoyed. But whenever her family sat down for a meal, that joy soon turned to grief, as Molly realized that once again she had laid a place for a son that would never eat with them again.
- Andromeda Tonks lived in a house that felt far too big for just herself. She was used to laughter filling up the halls and tripping over messes left by a bubbly girl who changed her looks to suit her mood. She was not used to the empty feeling of grief that followed her everywhere she went. A few days a week, her grandson would go to her house to spend time with her, and he was just as bubbly and irrepressible as her daughter had been. She loved him for that, but sometimes, she hated him for it too.
- For five years after the war, George refused to speak, because he could not fathom how he was supposed to say anything when there was no one who would finish his sentences.
- It took years until Draco could allow people to hug him. And even then, it took everything in him not to shudder and recoil, as his mind flashed back to a pair of cold arms embracing him as he chose his family over his friends.
did i ever stop thinking about how ginny was possessed as eleven years old? no
“I’m gonna pet it” “You realize that’s a dragon?” “A dragon that’s about to get pet”
W Rizz stands for Weasley Rizz, if you’re not a Weasley consider me unrizzed
Considering the votes so far I'd say we're all really into smut huh 😂
Fr tho y'all should check them out, their writing is epic (smut and otherwise)
Imagine twelve year old Harry not even knowing how awful his childhood with Dursleys had been until he gets to the Burrow.
Imagine him seeing Percy asleep with a book on his lap, and being baffled that a kid might feel comfortable enough in his own home to be so vulnerable in the living room.
Imagine Molly coming up to the attic to say goodnight to Ron and Harry, and Harry glancing at Ron when he hears her footsteps, trying to figure out what they had done wrong that day.
Imagine him asking George who does all the house chores, and thinking it’s a joke when George answers, “we all do.”
Imagine Ginny pestering Arthur with questions over the Daily Prophet, and Harry trying to shoot her warning looks to stop it! but then Mr. Weasley looks up and patiently answers every single one.
Imagine Bill popping in for a visit one evening and Harry being floored when Bill stops to chat with him.
Imagine Fred chasing after Harry in the yard, playfighting, but Harry actually begins to run for real fear of being hurt.
Imagine Molly burning something on the stove my accident and tossing it, imagine Harry mentioning to Ron, offhandedly, “she could’ve given that one to me, it’s what I eat at home when I mess up dinner” and not knowing why Ron is horrified.
Imagine Harry seeing what a normal, functioning family looks like, and realizing the absence of love in his own life.
Arthur : *saw Molly knitting another sweater* are you knitting again? Honestly dear, you should stop having another kid everytime I’m out at work.
Molly : *without looking up* I’ll stop when you stop asking the function of a rubber duck to every muggle wizard you met.
Imagine #1
Imagine Ginny greeted Harry after he came back home from work and realized that he smells slightly different along with his shirt. ‘‘did you change your shirt, Harry?’‘ asked Ginny. Harry looked away for a moment and awkwardly answered ‘‘Oh..er Yea I did ‘‘
Ginny just stared at him as she was suspecting something but stopped after Harry made up an excuse saying he spilled his coffee on himself by accident. Then Ginny just let out a laugh and everything was fine until Albus came into the living room and destroy the peace with just one line.
‘‘ Hey dad, Isn’t that Mr Malfoy’s shirt? I saw Mr Malfoy wore it this morning“
and the same thing happened at the Malfoys.
Imagine Mcgonagall calling out Molly As "Mrs Weasley" but end up getting Angelina(Married to George), Hermione(married to Ron), Fleur( Married to Bill) ,Audrey (married to Percy) and including Molly herself to turn around towards mcgonagall and be like "yes? "
Or
Mcgonagall calling out Arthur by calling him Mr Weasley and resulting Bill, Charlie, Ron, George, Arthur, Fred( George's son) and louis (Bill's son) to turn around.
You can hear James, Fred and Sirius laughing their asses off like a maniac when that scene happen.
Dragons, Unicorns and Moon Frogs
Charlie sighed. “At least the Dragons understand me.” Alys laughed. “Do they?” “What are you guys talking about?” Harry chimed in. “Dragons?” “Cake.”
Or: Charlie Weasley decides to come out to his parents and it leads to a discussion where the Weasleys and almost-Weasleys explain different orientations and some gender identities to their parents, Ron and each other.
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