You were ginny’s father. Including Ron, Bill, Fred, George and Percy being your sons. Currently, ginny was a first year. You worked at hogwarts, but you didn’t look a day older than 30 so how would that be possible? She was only small!

She’d just been sorted into gryffindor and you were the lead of another group. The feast was just announced and Ron was eating like a pig with Fred and George, Harry and Hermione were disgusted. Meanwhile Ginny sat beside you, holding your hand.

You were cutting her food, of course, as her parent. You were also the head of the slytherin house despite their own traits.

George: “Oi, dad! Pass me the gravy!”

Hermione: “Jesus George, where are your manners?!”

Ginny sat quietly, content and happy. Another day meant another chaotic feast with the Weasley’s.