Pranksters In Love

Sorry guys, but Molly is dead. She won’t be coming back to life. I had to kill her off because I didn’t think that I could write a credible scene with a mother grieving the death of her daughter. Men are more stoic and keep their emotions bottled up, but if Ginny had died and Molly had been left behind she would have been devastated. She would have cried and scream and cursed fate. I just didn’t think that I could make that kind of grief believable. Also, Luna is not done with Ron by a long shot, and she is not about to stop feeding him potion for awhile. Hopefully, nobody else notices how strange Ron is behaving...lol



Harry was numb. He sat in his chair by the fire with his head in his hands trying not to think. He felt so guilty. He and Ginny had gone to St. Mungo’s this morning. Ginny hadn’t wanted to go, but Harry forced the issue thinking that she needed to see a healer regarding the baby. She was having such strange behaviors he just needed to make sure that everything was all right.

Ginny had literally kicked and screamed the whole way there while Harry almost had to drag her into the evaluation room. The healer had wanted Ginny to lay on the table so she could evaluate her and Ginny again refused until Harry didn’t know what to do. The healer took matters into her own hands and putting a stunning spell on her. While Ginny was pinned to the examination table the healer began to do an exam.

“You say that your wife is pregnant, Mr. Potter?” she asked after the examine.

“Yes, Ginny says almost three months,” he was worried that something was wrong.

“Well, I hate to tell you this, but your wife is not pregnant, and as far as I can tell, she has never been pregnant,” the healer said while watching the young mans face.

“What?” he gasped. “Ginny?” he whispered.

“I think I better leave the two of you alone to talk. You obviously won’t need any of my services here today. Your wife in completely healthy and definitely not pregnant.”

When the spell was released, Ginny sat up with tears streaming down her face looking at her husband. “Harry,” she started.

“Don’t Ginny, just don’t right now.”

“Harry, I am so sorry,” she said.

“I just want to know why? Why would you make up a story like this? You know how much having a family meant to me!”

“I didn’t want to loose you! With this damm marriage law thing I was afraid that someone else would marry you and I would be stuck with someone else.”

“I can’t believe that you would trap me this way! What happened to love and honesty? I don’t know if I can ever trust you again after this!”

“Harry!” she cried when he stormed out of the room.

“I am going home. I will send your mother to you, because quite frankly, she is the only one who I think can stomach you after this!” he said apparated out of the room.


He felt so guilty that he had came home and demanded that Molly go to St. Mungo’s and deal with Ginny. Molly had been shocked to hear what Ginny had done, but she loved her daughter and immediately set out to get her. That was the last he had heard from either one of them until Arthur Weasley came home sobbing that his wife and daughter were dead.

They had gone to Dragons and Phoenix’s an older restaurant in the seedier part of Diagon Alley. While they were there, there had been an explosion in the building and the roof had caved in on top of several of the people in the room. Molly and Ginny were sitting at the table right below where the explosion had occurred. They were the only casualties.

He was so angry at Ginny, but he never would have wished her dead. He was equally as devastated about Molly. She had been like a mother to him most of his life. She was the one who had been there to hug him and tell him everything was all right and that he was loved even when he thought that he wasn’t loveable or that anyone could possibly care for someone like him. He didn’t know how his heart would ever heal from loosing Molly.

“Harry,” Hermione said breaking his thoughts. “I am so sorry about Ginny and Molly,” she said. Loosing a wife and a mother at once was a terrible blow but the baby was awful. Especially knowing that Harry had nobody else that he called family except the Weasley’s and herself.

“Oh god, Mione,” he cried into her arms. She pulled him close as he sobbed his grief into her shoulder.

“Its going to be ok,” she whispered knowing that they were just words. He would grieve for a long time and still never get over this blow.

“We fought, Mione, our last words were in anger,” he sobbed.

“Oh Harry,” she said rubbing his back. “She loved you. You were her world, she would have done anything for you,” she said.

“She lied to me, Mione.”

Hermione pulled away. “About what, Harry?”

Harry wiped his arm across his face and said, “the baby. She was never even pregnant.”

Hermione gasped and at the same time they heard another from across the room. Fred and Pansy were standing there watching them. Fred had a look of disbelief on his face. “Are you sure, Harry?” he asked.

Harry nodded. “The healer confirmed it this morning at St. Mungo’s. She said Ginny wasn’t pregnant and hadn’t been. We fought and I left her there. I came back here and asked your mother to go and deal with her. I couldn’t talk to her, I was so angry! Now, our last words were in anger, and because of my temper, your mother is also dead!” he sobbed again.

“Oh god’s Harry,” Fred said. “Its not your fault. You didn’t know that they were going to go to that place, and you didn’t know that the roof would cave in on them. It was an accident,” he said to his brother-in-law and friend. He would never blame Harry for this. Harry would never ever do something to hurt someone that he loved.

Pansy touched her husbands shoulder, “Honey, perhaps you should talk to Harry. I can take the Mudblood into the other…” she screeched as slugs started pouring out of her mouth. Huge, fat, green slug kept coming out of her mouth.

Hermione and Harry were stunned. They couldn’t stop staring at her. Thick disgusting slugs kept popping out of her mouth. She was bent over holding her hand over mouth and it didn’t seem to stop them from coming. Hermione looked at Fred in horror.

“Fred Weasley, tell me you didn’t?” she asked knowing that he probably did.

Fred looked at his wife in disgust. He had hoped that she wouldn’t use that word again. He had charmed her so that if she said that filthy word again, then filth would come out of her mouth. This was just the first part. Next dirt would start coming out, and last she would break out from head to toe in green spots. He had wanted her to think about using that word and make sure it never would happen again. He didn’t expect it to come out at such an inappropriate time.

“Fred,” Pansy cried when the slugs stopped. “Did you do this to…” she stopped speaking as thick brown mud started coming out of her mouth. She was sobbing and trying not to choke on the dirt as it kept coming out of her mouth.

Hermione was shocked. She couldn’t hold back the laughter any longer and covered her hand over her mouth to keep from making any noise. Harry on the other hand couldn’t stop the laughter. He knew that Fred was capable of doling out his own form of punishments, and this one definitely took the cake. It almost made him forget his troubles. Almost.

“Pansy, come on, lets get you cleaned up,” Hermione said putting her arm around the sobbing girl and leading her out of the room.

Glaring at her husband she allowed herself to be lead out of the room. She didn’t know how she would ever get over this embarrassment. Not only had her husband played this nasty trick on her, but the Mudblood was leading her around. The dirt seemed to have stopped coming and she breathed a sigh of relief. She hoped that this was the end of it.

“Oh Pansy!” Hermione cried, “look at your skin! Its all green and spotty!” she exclaimed.

Pansy looked down at her arms and then legs. She pulled her shirt up and looked at her belly. “Oh dear Merlin!” she shouted in horror. “What is wrong with me?”

“Lets get you upstairs and we’ll see what we can do to fix this,” Hermione said in sympathy.

“Why are you helping me? Especially after how I have treating you?” Pansy asked suspiciously.

“We’re sisters now. What are sister for if now to help each other out. I think that we should forget everything before this moment and start again,” she said with a shy smile. “I’ve never had a sister before,” she said and then felt bad when she thought of Ginny.

“Neither have I,” Pansy said. She thought that Hermione wasn’t so bad after all, and she did always want a sister. “I would like that,” she said with a shy smile of her own.


George sat at the kitchen table with his father. Arthur hadn’t said a word in hours. George was worried about him. To loose a spouse of nearly thirty-five years, and then a pregnant daughter all in one day was more than any man should ever have to endure. He was at a loss, and didn’t have any idea what he could say to his father to help. “I love you, dad,” was the only thing that seemed right.

Arthur looked up at his son. He knew that George didn’t express emotions easily, but he had never once doubted his son’s love for him. “I love you too, son” he said.

“Do you think Mum forgave me?” he asked.

Arthur almost laughed at this. “Your mother was never really angry. You just showed her more than she ever wanted to visualize about you and Hermione! She would have talked about this for months, but she would have done it only to embarrass you. She would love you no matter what you ever did. She was so proud of you and your brother when you started your store. She grumbled about you dropping out of Hogwarts, but she knew that you two were never meant for the academic life. She knew you were right where you needed to be.”

George smiled. “Mum wasn’t happy unless she had someone to worry about,” he said.

Arthur agreed with his son. “She loved all of you kids. This family was her whole world. In a way, it’s good that they both went together. She never would have survived the death of Ginny.”

George thought that his father was probably right. “Do they know who caused the explosion?” he asked his father.

“It was an accident. A bottle got mislabeled and then an ingredient got mixed with something it shouldn’t have. It was just a horrible accident,” Arthur cried. He had spent his entire life loving Molly, and he couldn’t imagine going on without her. He would though, because he knew she would expect him to be here for the boys. They would need him now more than ever.

Arthur thought about his beautiful daughter who had barely had a chance to live and the tiny life that died with her. He would never hold his grandchild in his arms, he would never see his daughter smile, he would never hear his daughter threaten bodily injury to her brothers. He felt a huge throbbing pain in his heart and wondered if the pain would ever end.

Arthur and George turned as they heard the door open. Ron and Luna walked in with huge grins on their faces. “Guess what we did today?” Ron asked with a goofy smile on his face.

Fred and his father stared at Ron in disbelief. Neither one of them could speak.

“We just got married!” Ron exclaimed oblivious to his father and brothers lack of reaction.

Father and son turned to look at each other and then at Ron. They had just realized that nobody had told Ron.