there is never a perfect answer in this messy, emotional world.

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°SPRING° Only a couple days into spring and it's already getting warmer. Here's hoping the snow doesn't come back for easter 🙏 #Paul🐾 #hellospring #smalltownlife #sunnydays #sunniesareout #tooearlytoleavethejacketathome? #shouldbelearning #shouldbewriting #amnot #examwhatexamwhatareyoutalkingabout #proprocrastinator

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Jubilant

Scorbus One-Shot-Collection revolving around their wedding. Pure fluff. 2/4. 

"I thought I'd find you under the table," Scorpius laughs happily, as if the image of Albus drunk off his arse on their wedding night would be anything but mortifying.

"I got away before Fred and James had the chance to break out the fire-whiskey." Albus has - very un-Weasley-ish - never been able to hold his drink against his brothers and cousins. "I thought I'd better not get too pissed on our wedding night."

"Good, I'd rather you wouldn't be drunk for the wedding night, too."

"Got something planned, have you, Mr. Malfoy-Potter?" Albus raises his eyebrow in an attempt to be flirty. Scorpius beams at his husband, giving Albus a smacking kiss on the cheek in response.

"I'm afraid you'll just have to wait and see, Mr. Malfoy-Potter." Scorpius' coy smile makes Albus neck tingle. Albus has admittedly always been very fond of Scorpius soft, plush lips and the slight tint from the red wine they had with dinner earlier has Albus positively enamoured.

Almost unconsciously, Albus leans in closer and closer until Scorpius giggles and grabs Albus' face in his perfectly smooth hands and kisses him gleefully. Albus' hands find their way into Scorpius short hair at the nape of his neck, and he pulls Scorpius even closer and yet not nearly close enough.

Confetti; chapter 2: Jubilant

by catchingdragons

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😊🍰 #saturdaysareforcake #windbeutellove #schwarzwälderkirsch #zitronenrolle #himmlisch😇

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• Nature Walks • #Paul🐾 #jackrussellsofinstagram #jackrusselterrier #nature #forest #waldundwiesen #naturschutzgebiet #ruheundfrieden #alleinaufweiterflur

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Actual #swanlake this time 🙌 It was everything I thought it would be and more! 🌌 M A G I C 🌌 #russiannationalballet #ballet #whyaminotaballerina

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Christmas market in the snow ❄ #weihnachtsmarkt #ersterschnee #zweiteradvent #firstsnow (hier: Museumsdorf Cloppenburg)

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Kalter Morgen in Moor und Heide mit Papa und Paul 🍃⛅ der Boden ist zwar noch gefroren aber die Sonne scheint schon mal 🌄 #Paul🐾 #thülsfeldertalsperre #lastdaysofautumn #winteriscoming #saturdaymorningwalk

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Ardour

Scorbus One-Shot-Collection revolving around their wedding. Pure fluff. Chapter 1/4. 

"Scorpius, your vows please."

Scorpius doesn't seem to hear Hermione and simply continues to stare into Albus' eyes, smiling happily. Rose rolls her eyes and Harry gives a little cough from Scorpius' right.

"Scorpius?"

A blush creeping across his porcelain cheek, Scorpius turns to Hermione and gives her an apologetic smile. The Minister bites back a chuckle before motioning towards Albus with a smile.

"Your vows, please."

"Right, yes." Scorpius takes a visible, shaky breath before he turns back to his groom. "Albus. You have been my best friend since we were 11, you have been my love since we were 16. You have been my safety blanket, you have been my rock. You have been my entertainer, you have been my cheerleader."

Confetti by catchingdragons

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Homework 📚 20000 Zeichen von 25000 geschafft! #deadlinestress

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Thirty

6 April, 2028

Grandma Molly insists on throwing him a party. There's a feast, drinks, and family. It's full, it's loud, it's very Weasley. It's perfect.

To Be A Mother - Chapter 30

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#sunshine #sunflowers #sunday 🌻🐝

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Harry had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.

Bill’s old leather jacket, Charlie’s old jeans, Ron’s old shoes and her own “I heart Pygmy Puff” t-shirt. A 18th birthday picture, after the war and before officialy becoming a brilliant Holyhead Harpies’ Chaser… and cutting off her hair.

Happy Birthday, Ginny Weasley.

Ref [instagram @potterbyblvnk] 

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blvnk you angel

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Hey, I saw a while ago someone asking for Ginny and Teddy fics, and I'd like to rec "to be a mother" by catchingdragons. It's a really beautiful fic

We’ve recced this beauty previously, but it can certainly stand repetition. Thanks!

“to be a mother” by catchingdragons

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Summer Child by catchingdragons

Ginny absolutely loved her birthdays at the beach.

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To Be A Mother - Chapter 24: Welcome to the Family

Finally, Teddy meets little James.

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Teddy Lupin knows how to be a big cousin. In fact, he's an excellent big cousin. Being a big cousin is great. As the oldest cousin of 6, Teddy has gotten quite some experience at being – and becoming -  a big cousin.

But being a big brother is new for Teddy. And even though he doesn't like it, he feels a tad worried about it.

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10120719/25/To-be-a-mother

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The Pigeon Thing

Harry really doesn’t care for pigeons. 

Pre- cursed child, post DH. Harry is an Auror. Ginny is a sucker for stray animals. Hinny fluff. 915 words. 

Before succumbing to sleep upon falling onto the sofa opposite the fireplace he stumbled out of, Harry had imagined being woken up in the morning. He had dreamed of hot tea and the soft lips of his wife and maybe even an overly sweet bowl of porridge. Harry had not imagined something violently pecking at the back of his head. “Wha-OW!”

Trying to fend of the attacker – an animal or something along the lines- with one hand, Harry blindly felt around for his wand. Of course his glasses as well as his wand had disappeared during the night. As he found his glasses and tried to slide them onto his nose, the thing – was it an owl? - pecked him right in the back of his hand with which he defended himself. “Oh fuc-”

With his vision back, Harry sat up and scooted away from the bird that kept attacking him lividly. The pigeon – or flying rats as Uncle Vernon used to call them - was making angry demon noises at him as it tried to fly at his face. His wand finally in his grip, Harry was searching his brain for a clean way to make the nasty bird vanish when Ginny entered the arena.

“Harry! What are you doing?” To Harry's astonishment, Ginny was grabbing the vile bird from the air – Seeker reflexes were strong with this one - and hugging it to her chest. Cooing at the pigeon –  was she soothing that thing? -  she glared at Harry reproachfully.

“What am I doing? What the bloody hell are you doing? That bird was trying to crack my skull open and have my brain for breakfast!” Harry was sure he was on the verge of screeching. His wife, it seemed, had lost her bloody mind.

“No, he wouldn't do that. He was, I think he thought you were an intruder.” Harry gaped at Ginny, gobsmacked.

“An intruder? What, is that thing your guard dog or something?”

“His name is Arlowiell and he's, ehm, our new pet.” Ginny had the decency to blush at least a little. She gave Harry a timid grin when he simply gaped at her. “He's a wonderful pigeon. And you know, Audrey told me muggles used to have pigeons deliver their post, like we have owls. Maybe-”

“No. Bloody no.” Harry shook his head vehemently. “How did you even manage to get a pet pigeon? I was gone for 3 days!”

“Harry, don't be mean!” Ginny glared at him and pet her pigeon softly. “Look, I had to take him home. I was taking Teddy for a walk and we ended up at the park feeding the birds.” Harry was shortly distracted by the concern of his godson touching that dirty bird. Before he could voice his fear, Ginny continued stubbornly.  “The other pigeons were bullying Arlowiell. He might have died!”

“Well, he's a pigeon!” Harry realised his tone was rather harsh and backtracked. After all he knew  Ginny was easily bored now that she had to stay home. “Gin, we talked about this. The neighbourhood cats you've been feeding are one thing, Merlin – I was okay with the porcupette you fostered for your team mate – but this is crazy! You can't just adopt feral animals right and left!”

Harry's outburst seemed to aggravate Arlowiell – at least as much as Ginny - and the bird began to wiggle so wildly in Ginny's hand that she had to let him go. Instantly the pigeon flew at Harry who barely had time to yank his hands up to shield his face. Arlowiell sat down on Harry's mop of hair and reverted to pecking at Harry's scalp. “Ow, fuck! Ginny, if you don't get this thing off of me I'll use my wand, I swear I will!”

“Alright don't get your knickers in a twist.” Harry was sure Ginny was rolling her eyes at him, but he wasn't about to let his hands down. “Maybe if you were nice to him-”

“I don't want to be nice to him- I want him out!” Harry might or mightn't been screeching again. Ginny picked the bird out of his hair – not without pulling a fair amount of hair out along – and cuddled it to her chest. Harry wasn't to proud to stoop to begging. “Just, please please please Gin. We'll get a dog- whatever. Just don't make me live with that bird.”

“Oh that's low even for you, Potter. Last time you refused to have a dog when we're so busy.” Ginny glared at Harry suspiciously. “And now you want me to trade one pet for another?”

“That bird is not a pet!” Harry was exhausted. Heaving himself up from the sofa, he gave Ginny an exasperated look. “Whatever. I'll take a shower. At least get a cage or something.”

When Harry got out of the shower, he walked into the kitchen and was met in the kitchen by a kiss from his wife, a bowl of porridge, a cup of tea and no bird whatsoever. After breakfast Ginny was talking him through the perfect dog breeds for them and never mentioned the cursed bird again. Which didn't mean she didn't share her breakfast with Arlowiell every other day when the pigeon came pecking at their kitchen window to visit her. In the end, that way she got away with two pets.

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catchingdragons is a fanfiction author that has written 4 stories for Harry Potter.