Four years after the war, Ginny and Harry were finally getting married. In a frenzy, Molly began barking out orders to everyone. Without thinking, she turned to George and said “Fred go find your sister and make sure she gets dressed!” Realizing her mistake, she fell into the nearest chair and began to sob. George hugged his mother tight, and his only words were, “Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother?” in a soft voice.
WHO THE FUCK WOULD DO THAT GO SIT IN THE CORNER
WHY THE FUCK
I’M NOT IN THE FANDOM, AND WHOEVER THE HELL YOU ARE
There are kind Slytherins.
There are brave Hufflepuffs.
There are some stupid Ravenclaws.
There are twisted Gryffindors.
Your House doesn’t define you.
And please, the next time you’re about to tease someone for being a lowly Hufflepuff, or a slimy Slytherin, or a stuck up Ravenclaw or even a foolish Gryffindor, just remember that we are all Hogwarts students. We’re all part of the magic.