The wrath of Molly Weasley is a terrible thing to behold. Especially when you may or may not have accidentally broken a priceless family vase that had been passed down from Mother to daughter by playing Quidditch too close to the house... again.

Ron slid on the freshly polished hardwood floor as he rounded a corner too hard and went crashing into the end table, barely able to grab a hold of the lamp before it tumbled onto the floor. He was in enough trouble already.

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY" his mouth bellowed from somewhere behind him.

Ron grasped the door to the broom closet and heaved it open, flinging himself into it and closing the door, hopefully before his mother caught sight of him.

"OW"

"GEOFF ME!"

"Fred? George?" Ron's voice sounded incredulous, "What are you two doing in here?"

"Hiding from mum"

"Now get out before she finds us"

"Not-uh" Ron said, slinking back against the wall, "I'm not going back out there"

"We were here first" Fred said shoving at him.

"Well I'm here now" Ron retorted, shoving back.

"Both of you knock it off, I think I hear footsteps!"

The silence hung inside of the broom closet as all three boys held their breath, fearful as they heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Thankfully, the sound faded as their Mother continued her search.

iCRASH/i

The three boys jumped as they heard the sounds of something falling over upstairs, followed by the sounds of someone, their mother most likely, climbing the stairs thinking no doubt, that she was about to catch her sons at last.

"GINERVA MOLLY WEALSEY! What HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT... GET BACK HERE YOUNG LADY!"

The boys in the closet each covered their mouths, trying their best to cover the sounds of their laughter as their sister thundered down the stairs. They could hear their mother's footsteps closely behind her, and they exchanged looks in the dark, perhaps now she would give up on her search for them.

Seconds later, the door to their hiding spot was flung open, and another body squeezed in, this one shorter than the rest, with a mane of long red hair.

"Ow Ginny! That's my foot you're standing on"

"Sorry Ron"

"She doesn't sound sorry"

"What are you doing in here anyway?"

"Collapsed my..."

"Shhh here she comes again"

The four Weasley kids were crammed shoulder to shoulder in the tiny broom closet, none of them daring to so much as breathe as they waited for their Mother to pass by again.

iCRASH/i

The sounds of splintering wood and screeching metal sounded from outside the house. From the sounds of it, their Father had just arrived, and the brakes on his enchanted car had no doubt failed again.

"ARTHUR!" Their Mother's annoyed voice carried past them as she hurried outside, "Did I not tell you that car was dangerous? Now look what you've done, our poor chicken coop, you had better hope none of our ... where are you going? I'm talking to you Arthur!"

As the sound of their Father's panicked footsteps grew nearer, the prisoners of the closet all exchanged a weary look, they knew what was coming. It had been their Father after all that had told them the secret of hiding in the broom closet.

It was the one place their Mother never looked.