Molly had just finished clearing up the effects of Fred and George's latest test product when.

"Bam!" The door flew from it's hinges spraying wood everywhere.

"How dare you send a howler to me! How dare you! You filthy blood traitor. You dare send me howlers, threatening me and to top it all. You dare to call me young man! I am from Nineteen Twenty Eight you insufferable wench. I was out killing people when you were still a babe in arms and why are you not even listening to me?" Screamed Voldemort as Molly continued pottering around clearing up the wood remnants of her door. Slowly she turned round and fired a silencing charm and a freezing charm causing Voldemort to be unable to move.

Then slowly and carefully she walked over to him, eyes flashing with anger and her very self crackling with supressed magic she sat him at the table where a large selection of cutlery was set out.

"Name everyone of these and tell me their use if you cannot tell me the exact use of every one then we are are going to sit here until you do. Understood?"

"How dare you keep me prisoner like this I will see that you will rue the day that you ever wrote that howler, filthy blood traitor." And with that spat in her face.

For many years after the inhabitants of Ottery St Catchpole wondered where the screeching and wailing came from, but no one ever found out. Legend has it it was a witch torturing her victims into following her rules.

For the wizarding world many remembered that day as the day that Molly Weasley saved them all from Voldemort or Tom Riddle as he was now known, the new defense professor at Hogwarts and one of the best not was the best Professor they ever had.