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a concept: Harry Potter with his mother’s hair and father’s eyes instead of vice versa.
Harry with fiery dark red hair and soft hazel eyes please and thank you

i imagine this is how harry and draco’s first meeting would have gone then haha

can you imagine how much more confused arthur would have been in that scene where he first meets harry 😂

his eyes would probably sweep right over harry at the breakfast table, and then he would freeze and have to do a mental tally of his children

I can see Fred and George really going with it too…

“Come on Dad, don’t you remember Harry?”
“Next you’ll tell us you don’t remember Craig”
“Or Ethel”
“Or Annie“
“Or Ryan”

I really want this to be a thing

Okay but like…every professor at Hogwarts would have to do the exact same mental math as Arthur, and then realize that he’s Harry freakin’ Potter, and redo their math AGAIN.

Arthur sits down at the table. As he picks up a piece of toast, his eyes sweep the table, ready to greet his family.

“Good morning childr-”.

He stops when he spots a young boy with fiery red hair and fringe. The child is also wearing old clothes that once belonged to Charlie and round glasses on his face. Arthur sees his family looking at each other at the confusion this brings him. Molly speaks up.

“Harry, would you care for more eggs”?

“Yes, please. Thank you”.

Arthur breathes a sigh of relief. No child of his would be so polite. He didn’t forget anyone…this time.

Molly was very much running late and there was nothing she could do about it. Not only was she running late, but she was running late to get all of her children on the train to Hogwarts. When she saw one of them running behind, she simply sighed. “Dear, you’ve got to keep up!”

Fred was laughing for some reason but just ran through the gateway to the platform.

George followed suit, getting only a few words out between his chuckling. “Count heads mum! It seems we picked up a stray!”

As Ron went through, Molly turned around to count how many kids were left. Two. The twins had gone, Ginny was there, he wasn’t Percy and Ron just went. “Oh I’m sorry, I thought you were one of mine! I have seven and it’s hard to keep track!”

“That’s alright miss, I needed to get on the platform anyway. Can you show me how?” Years later, she would it would be said that she had counted her children correctly.