There had been a lot of joys in her life, too many to count. While that had been countered by equal amounts of sadness, Ginny had always been determined to live a life that was not full of regrets but full of experiences, of happiness. Having her three children, becoming a mother – that was perhaps her greatest accomplishment and greatest joy she’d ever experienced.
She tried to remind herself of this fact as she stopped down on the first floor of the Potter Manor, inspecting the corner of the dining room carpet. It had not been a trick of light, and, indeed, the corner of the rug was burned. Frowning at it, she narrowed her eyes and headed upstairs to the boys’ rooms, in search of the culprit. Lily was napping, and she hadn’t been involved most likely anyhow. No, this seemed to have the raven-haired little trouble makers signature all over it.
As she ascended the stairs, she called out to them, trying to figure out which room they had taken up current residence in. She heard shrieks of laughter coming from James’ room, and moved towards it. Pushing open the door, she looked at them, raising an eyebrow. “So which of you decided to try and burn down the house this time?” She asked, moving to sit on the bed while she waited for their answer.
Even though having an older brother got really annoying sometimes, Al really enjoyed it other times. Today was one of the time that he enjoyed it, because James always had the best ideas for games. It was really hard to beat the sword fight with the candles from Christmas, but they had somehow managed it. Running through the house, Al giggled with his brother as they played. Except then there was suddenly another candle on the ground and oh no mum was going to be really cross with them.
"James!" he hissed as they got the fire dealt with without injury. What a miracle that was. "What do we do?" They could try to hide it, but mum would see something that hadn't been there before if they covered it. Maybe they could blame Lily, but she was too small. They were so dead.
Apparently the only solution now was to hide in James's room and hope no one noticed the carpet. Crisis averted, the two boys had gone back to playing when the door opened. Al froze at the sight of his mum. They were so dead. "We didn't mean to," he said as he looked at her. Maybe if he acted innocent, she'd be nicer.
Having a younger brother was the best best best best best. He could almost always get Al to play with him. And sometimes Lily. But she was so small, and she slept a lot. Or she cried. And Mum kept telling him off for being a bit too rough around her. He didn't mean to.
Uh oh. They'd dropped a candle. Uh oh. He stared at the carpet. "Uhh. Hide and pretend it wasn't us." He wasn't really thinking about the fact that it was clearly them, and clearly could not have been anyone else. Hiding in the bedroom was the perfect plan.
He'd almost forgotten about it. When the door opened. Uh oh. Mum. Uh oh. "Yeah," he said after Al. "We weren't trying to burn the house down. We were just playing."
Ginny cast a glance between the pair, shaking her head a little at them. Truly, the stern look that painted her face was only a thin veil over her inwards amusement. More and more, every day, the brother's antics reminded her of Fred and George's when she was a child. It reminded her of the twins' mischievous nature, the pranks they'd pulled when they were sure Molly hadn't been looking. Like Lily was now, Ginny herself had often been too young to participate. But, sometimes, her brothers had let her in on the joke.
Oh, how she had relished times like those - when she'd gotten to play along. She was hardly ever able to keep it together, inevitably giggling so much that she gave the joke away. Fred and George would pretend to be mad, but only for a while. Of all of her brothers, she had always felt closest to Ron, Fred, and George. Well, now just George and Ron.
She tore her thoughts away from the sadness, focusing her slightly distant eyes back on the boys in front of her, rather than the pair that lived in her memory. "I do appreciate your honesty. You know that. But really, how many times have I told you that fire is not good for little boys?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at the pair.
At least mum wasn't yelling at them. Yet. She probably would soon though. Mum almost always yelled when they were troublemakers. Al didn't understand it really. No one had gotten hurt. They were just having fun. Why were they getting in trouble for having fun?
"No one got hurt!" he protested. "We were just having fun." With fire. Which admittedly did hurt a little when he touched it, but he didn't touch it again after that. It was just fun to play with. It made cool shadows and made the light go all wonky. It wasn't like it was a bad thing.
Mum had said that fire wasnt good for boys. But she said that for lots of things. Like going to bed after bedtime, or extra cookies after dinner. Some of it just seemed unnecessary. "Yeah!" He said, going off what his brother had said. "We're fine! See, not burnt," he held out his hands as though that was proof.
"It was just a game, it wasnt dangerous." As though it being a game and it being dangerous were mutually exclusive. He nodded firmly, as though that was the end of the discussion.
She sighed a little, shaking her head at the pair. Not only was the fire dangerous in and of itself - children around burning objects was hardly advised - but if and when the children began to show magic, they were going to have to be extra careful. After all, Harry's magic had manifested in a few very powerful ways. Granted, the boys were a few years off from that being a problem, but she didn't want anything to turn wrong quickly.
Ginny decided to change the subject, though....slightly. "You know your Uncles, Fred and George? Well, you know Uncle George. They started a whole shop once, full of pranks and tricks. So you're going to have to work on something a little more exciting than fire. Bit run of the mill, really." Ginny said, hoping the kids realized she was joking, but still really trying to tell them something about Fred. George never wanted to talk about him. Nobody really did.
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When mum brought up their uncles, Albus frowned. What did that have to do with playing games with fire? He really didn't get it. Did his uncles used to do that too? Probably, actually. Fire was a lot of fun so he couldn't see why most people wouldn't have done. Oh, mum was explaining what she meant when she brought up his uncles. Except Albus hadn't been paying attention. Oops. He should work on that maybe. Mum got cross when he didn't listen to her. "What'd you say?" he asked.
Oh mum was talking about his uncles. He had a lot of uncles, actually. Sometimes it was kind of hard to remember exactly who was who. He nodded along as mum talked, thinking about the 800 uncles that he had. Oh more exciting than fire? He could do that. He didn't care if she was joking, because now he was trying to think about how to be more exciting.
Except Al wasn't listening apparently. James nudged him with his elbow, and then looked back at mum. "What sort of things did they do?"