"I'm back!" shouted Ron, putting the mail on the table.

"Hi! how was your day?" called Hermione from the kitchen. She was obviously cooking as it smelt delicious.

"Daddy!" squealed Hugo and ran to hug his father. Ron hoisted Hugo up and held him to his chest as he strolled into the kitchen. He then put his son down in a char, to which he giggled and smiled a goofy smile. He then turned to his wife and smiled, kissing her as she turned to face him.

"Any recent letters from Rose?" he asked "I wonder how she is?"

"You're so over-protective Ron!" Hermione chuckled and rolled her eyes "You read her last letter yesterday!" She put the chicken in the oven and sat down. Ron smiled just before a thought struck him.

"Hey! Speaking of mail, we got an invite! It's very mysterious." he said. Hermione picked the letter up and read it.

"Maybe its from Ginny and Harry, like as a joke? I wouldn't put it past them" she inquired. The mysterious letter read:

Invite

Dear Mr and Mrs Weasley,

You are to come for dinner at 32, northrock place at 6.00 to 9.00 on the 5th March , this year.

A remud will take place at 7.00 and we hope you will enjoy he night.

Yours, ANONYMOUS.

Hermione then grabbed a quill and scribbled down something on some nearby parchment.

"Who are you writing to?" Ron tried to peek over her shoulder.

"your sister"

Hermione attached it to Pidwidgeon and sent it off. The reply they quickly received from Ginny simply stated that she had received an 'invite' too and had no idea what "remud" meant.

'"Hermione" said Ron gravely " look at this, remud rearranged, spells murder." Hermione and Ron gave each other an anxious look before Ron apparated to Harry and Ginny's house. He knocked on the door then told them what was going on. All three decided to go and catch the murderer- or this anonymous person who practically threatened to kill someone. When Ron returned home the couple had dinner, tucked their four year old son into bed then returned to their bed, all the while wondering how the night would turn out, the possible murder re playing in their minds. I mean, didn't they deserve happiness, hadn't they seen enough death for one lifetime? All this would be answered, on the night.