GinFizz

Ginny & Harry Fanfic Writer - Canon Shipper

[fizzyginfizz]

Ginny Weasley’s Ultimate Awesome Life Plan™:

Go To Hogwarts & Be Better Than Ron at Everything

Become Youngest House Player in a Century

Earn Universal Admiration (Quaffle Juggling + Brilliant Brilliance)

Be Best Friends with Harry Potter

*order of accomplishment may vary because: Pfft. Details.

Quidditch is for Losers:

Chapter 1 // Latest Chapter

Hufflepup:

Chapter 1/Chapter 2

[ginnyw-potter]

Ask game: the writer's favourite details

for the fanfic writers who love talking about details and for the nosy reader who wants to know all the small things you've put into a fic. Specify character where relevant and reblog to get asks :) Talk about:

a habit you love to give a character

a mannerism that accidentally slipped in that you've now stuck to

a home decor you love to mention

jewellery

a character that fidgets

a mode of transport that has a lot of potential

a coping mechanism (pick a character that uses it)

a small headcanon that stuck

a reader who influenced your writing

a writer who influenced your writing

your preferred POV and why

a tree, plant or flower that is quietly significant

an item your character carries often

a scar, freckle or hairstyle

a word a character loves to use

a word you love to use

an accidental writing habit you're trying to quit

a scent you associate with this character

a fear you associate with this character

a season you love to place your characters in

a food you have decided the character loves

a piece from canon you love to ignore

a piece of canon you love to emphasise

a character you've wanted to talk about

anything you want readers to notice more

[inkatesbush]

they're saying spending 2 hours in the word doc changing words slightly to be more specific and evocative and moving endless commas around is one of the most noble and respected things that you can do

[fizzyginfizz]

I apologize if this is annoying to see but I just reread hufflepup again and I was wondering if it is abandoned.

I'm not a writer who gets bothered by people who ask how things are going - as long as they aren't mean about it - you're not annoying at all. ❤️ Hufflepup is NOT abandoned. Not even a little. I am haunted everyday by Hufflepup. It chews like a gremlin. But Quidditch is for Losers has been monopolizing my writing time. I know Hufflepup Harry's hanging on a cliff, but Quidditch is for Losers Ginny has been in trauma recovery limbo and she chews harder.

I'm SO close to getting her next chapter posted and I've got two more (zany, fun to write, group scene) chapters after that. At that point she's broken through and I won't feel bad about letting her sit while I give Hufflepup my undivided attention.

I know that's not what Hufflepup readers want to hear. The good news is I'm not starting from nothing - there is a rough draft of the final Hpup chapter in my WIP folder.

But I love Hufflepup too much to let it end in a half-assed fizzle. I hope people understand that's why I won't post until it's ready.

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Summer 1998. Ron's back from Australia, to find that things have changed in his absence.

The Burrow was quiet as Ron let himself into the kitchen. Which was weird, because the Burrow was never quiet. Just one more example of the way the world was strange these days, in the months after the war.

He dropped his bag on the tiled floor. “Hello? Is anyone home?”

For a moment, there was only silence—and then came the thunder of feet on the stairs. Seconds later, Molly Weasley barrelled into the kitchen. She didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate even the tiniest bit, just kept on propelling herself across the kitchen until she collided with her youngest son. Ron just about managed to brace himself and keep them both upright as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight, 

“Ron! Oh, my little Ronniekins! When did you get back?” she sobbed into his chest.

“This morning.” 

She pushed herself back, grasping his biceps and looking up at him, eyes watery with tears. “And you couldn’t have warned me? Oh, if only I’d have known! I’d have made sure everyone was here to meet you!”

“I wasn’t sure how long the aeroplane would take or I would have owled ahead.”

She shuddered. “I still don’t like to think of you in one of those metal tubes, all the way from Australia. 

“They’re perfectly safe, Mum,” Ron informed her, as though he hadn’t expressed exactly the same sentiment to Hermione back in Sydney a mere thirty-six hours beforehand. 

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[seriouslysam8]

New One-Shot Alert!

The Potato Theory

Harry Potter knew what he saw. Unfortunately, nobody believed his potato theory.

Honestly, don't even ask. I have no idea what possessed me to write this. Happy Christmas in June! Here's some pre-Hinny OOTP cuteness.

[fizzyginfizz]

Scare or weird for the word game! I'm so excited to read the next chapter!! <3 <3

How about 'scary'?

"Imagine my dismay at the discovery I'm exactly like my Mum in scary, high-stress, ‘Ronald-Weasley-How-Dare-You-Steal-That-Car’ situations."

(working hard - still lots to do but the chapter is moving)

[fizzyginfizz]

☆ For the word game - hair or brother love love love your work btw!!

Thank you for the encouragement! These one word snippets have kept me so engaged - everyone who has sent them has my profound gratitude ❤️❤️❤️

I'm having a productive writing week (so so close) and I've got both your words, but I like the 'brother' one better:

Yes, she had a time sensitive delivery to make, but ‘Brothers Before Others.’ It was a rule.

[fizzyginfizz]

☆ put this star in the inbox of your favorite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity ! 🌷

[fizzyginfizz]

Next chapter word!

“Dog’s ears”

(Okay, two words?)

One of her dog’s deflated ears twitched; the other pretended to ignore her.

[fizzyginfizz]

”Awake” for the word game

"I could sneak in and out before he’s awake. But with my eyes closed because watching him sleep would be Colin Creevey levels of creepy."

...

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. This is the kind of thing I spend two days wordsmithing and end up throwing out in the end as "too much."

[fizzyginfizz]

Oh !! I'm obsessed with Snuffles&Ginny in QifL, so any snippet with the word "dog" or even better "bark" would be faaaantastic.

thankyouuu have a great start of the week!

YAY! I'm obsessed with them, too (I wish they'd cooperate - their scenes are hard to write)

I have both your words, but feel the need to apologize as they are in the most boring sentence ever:

Her criminally reckless dog barked.

[candyy-dreams]

Cómo Ginny pensó que iba a ser tener un perro:

Cómo en realidad fue:

How Ginny thought having a dog would be. How it actually was:

@fizzyginfizz Sorry, this is my first time drawing dogs, but I've actually had these pictures for a while. Thanks for inspiring me to draw 💗 I love your writing, I'll never get tired of saying it 🫶

[fizzyginfizz]

OMG @candyy-dreams - This is the first fanart I've ever seen inspired by one of my fics - I'm floored and I love your drawing so much! LOVE! (He owes her a new bag, don't you think?)

[therosyrat]

ok wait so i was doodling some persona x harry potter universe and i drew this ginny

shes so freaking adorable help 😭😭

[sirius-for-life]

Good At This

She had gotten very good at all of it. Looking back without flinching. Not becoming twelve again in her own skin. Being effortless around Harry Potter. She wished it helped more than it did. OotP missing moment. Ginny POV.

Read it below the cut

The Room of Requirement smelled like effort — warm bodies and nervous energy and the particular staleness of air that had been breathed in and out by thirty people who were all trying very hard not to embarrass themselves in front of Harry Potter.

Ginny was partnered with Michael, which was fine. Michael was a competent partner and a decent boyfriend and she had absolutely no reason to be looking across the room at Cho Chang.

She looked across the room at Cho Chang anyway.

It wasn't difficult to find them. Harry had a gravitational pull in enclosed spaces even when he wasn't doing anything interesting, and he was currently doing something interesting, which was standing very close to Cho with his hand on her wrist, adjusting her grip on her wand. Patient. Focused. Speaking too quietly for Ginny to hear across the noise of the room.

Cho laughed at something he said.

Ginny's Expelliarmus hit Michael squarely in the chest and sent him staggering back two steps.

"Bit strong," he said, blinking.

"Sorry," she said. She was not particularly sorry.

She knew what this feeling was. She'd had enough time over enough years to map every corner of it, and she was not thirteen anymore and she was not going to do it the indignity of pretending it was something else — irritation, competitive instinct, general principles. She was jealous. Specifically, she was jealous of Cho Chang, who was pretty and sad-eyed and had actually managed to speak to Harry Potter without losing the ability to form sentences, which Ginny had once found impossible and now found effortless, which was exactly the problem, because it turned out being effortless around Harry had done precisely nothing to fix the underlying situation.

She reset her stance. Michael raised his wand again, game if a little wary.

Across the room, Harry was demonstrating the motion himself now, slow and deliberate, and Cho was watching his wand hand with an expression of concentration that Ginny found personally offensive. He corrected something, and she tried again, and he nodded — that particular nod he had, economical and genuine, the one that meant he actually meant it — and something in Ginny's chest did a thing she categorically refused to acknowledge.

The worst part was that there was nothing to be angry at. Harry wasn't doing anything wrong. Teaching someone in the DA was, in fact, the entire point of the DA. Cho was holding her wand incorrectly and Harry was correcting it in the patient, slightly awkward way he corrected everything, probably thinking about nothing except the spell, the grip, the angle of the elbow. He was not, almost certainly, thinking about Cho Chang's hair or her laugh or the way she looked at him like he was something remarkable.

He never thought about those things. That was also, Ginny had decided, the problem.

Expelliarmus.

Michael's wand skittered across the floor. He went to retrieve it with a look that suggested he was quietly reconsidering their relationship.

She exhaled. Pushed her hair back. Across the room, Harry had stepped away from Cho now — some distance recovered, professional, oblivious — and was scanning the room the way he always did mid-session, checking who was struggling, who needed a word, who was about to hex themselves by accident. It was a good instinct. It was deeply annoying.

His gaze moved across the room in a sweep and then, for no particular reason that she could identify, it stopped.

On her.

Just for a moment. A second, maybe two. Long enough that it wasn't accidental and short enough that it wasn't anything, except that Harry's brow did a complicated thing — not quite a frown, not quite the opposite — like he'd noticed something he hadn't expected to notice and wasn't sure what to do with it.

Ginny held his gaze.

She was good at this now. She had practiced it the same way she'd practiced everything else — stubbornly, repeatedly, until the thing that used to undo her became just a thing she could do. She looked back at Harry Potter across a crowded room and she did not flush, did not look away, did not become twelve years old again in her own skin.

Harry looked away first.

He moved on to someone else — Neville, who was having some difficulty — and the moment closed behind him like water, and Ginny turned back to Michael.

"Again," she said.

Michael sighed. Raised his wand. She disarmed him so fast he didn't see it coming.

She was very good at this, she thought. At all of it.

She wished it helped more than it did.

[fizzyginfizz]

"I" and "eye" and "aye" for the word game!

Hmm... I have no "aye" at the moment. I do have an "eye" one, but it needs work. I can share this one for "I" as it is relatively spoiler-free:

"I had no friends and the only place for all those clogged words was my diary - which recap: dark lord. In case you forgot."

[fizzyginfizz]

Lips or kiss for the word game!

I know it's not exactly what people hope for when they ask for lips and kisses kinds of words - but this is QifL and Ginny hasn't quite hit that stage yet. 😘But I do have "kisses":

You’re an ungrateful wretch!  You’re supposed to wag your tail, jump on my lap and assault me with disgusting drooly doggie kisses.  Has that ever happened? No.