Blinking at the bright light overhead the man in squinted as he came back to consciousness. Looking around he noticed that there were currently 5 big problems;
1. He couldn't remember HOW he got there let along WHERE he was.
2. He was currently stuck to a chair. HIM this is totally going to destroy his robes now. And everyone knows how hard it is find a good dry-cleaner these days.
3. His wand was missing, and he couldn't move let alone feel his hands so wandless magic was a no-go.
4. There was a angry looking red haired woman wearing an apron glaring at him.
5. OH DEAR GOD SHE HAS A WOODEN SPOON!
Oh nonononoNO this could NOT be happening.
Please somebody.
Anybody.
Hell even Harry Bloody Potter.
Get me out of here!
Frantically trying to twist his head to see where he which didn't really work the way he wanted it to seeing as couldn't even move his head, the man gave a long and suffering sigh.
Oh mannn this just sucks. Big time.
Being pulled out of his frantic thoughts he noticed that the crazed red haired woman started to move slowly towards him, looking at him like he was a bug. He was NOT a bug.
How DARE she!
The nerve of some people.
"You can call me Molly. You do not need to know how you became to be sitting tied to that chair. What you do need to know is that if YOU or any of your other little death eater buddies EVER decides to take it upon yourselves to come to MY home and see if sweet Harry were here or tried to hurt any of MY family you will have to answer to me".
Ahhh so he was tied to a chair.
Hang on. What's all this Sweet Harry business she's babbling on about?
This woman must be on some form of muggle drugs or something. He's NEVER nice to me. And what is this Death eater Buddies? I don't like them. Buddies? pffft. Whatever crazy lady.
He was brought back to reality with a WHACK!
Completely stunned, the man would have touched the back of his head if he could.
OUCH THAT HURT! Him! Of all people in the wizarding world HE being hit on the back of the head with a wooden spoon!
"I want you to think about what I've said. I will be back though and if you try anything, ANYTHING next time you will yet again be faced with me".
And with that Molly Weasley walked out of her husbands garage filled with muggle contraptions and headed towards her kitchen.
Sitting down at her kitchen table, Molly Weasley started to giggle.
Grasping her a mug, she slowly started to sip her tea.
A few months later...
Blinking, as he came back to consciousness, the man twisted his head around looking around the dark room. Realising he was in the same predicament, yet again.
Hearing the creak of a wooden door open, the man whipped his head towards the sound and saw the sight he never EVER wanted to see again.
Damn. Nagini will never let him live this down.
Again.
There standing in front of him yet again was the Crazy Spoon Lady.
"Hello Tom"
"Molly"