An idea I love and I really want to make a longer story about.
Ron stared at the stern looking man in front of him, who was standing on the front porch of his house. He had greasy black hair, sharp black eyes, and a hooked nose. He looked a lot like the teachers that he had heard his older brother's complain about, that Ron was scared of meeting at school. There was something about him that made it clear that Ron would regret annoying more than any of those other teachers.
"Are you Ronald Bilius Weasley?" he asked, and Ron nodded numbly.
"I need to speak with you and your parent's, so get them for me," he said. Ron turned his head and yelled inside, "Mum, Dad, Fred and George set me up!"
Ron heard the man mutter, "I know where you're going." He was scared about what exactly that meant.
"What?" his mother yelled. "What did they do? Fred, George!"
"Nothing! Ron's making it up," they yelled back.
"Merlin, help me," the man said and Ron couldn't help but agree.
Even though he had no idea why they were asking Merlin.
Ron opened the door wider and the man entered with a look of disdain on his face when he saw the mess. His mother preferred to call the look "homey", but in reality, it was at best organized chaos.
Molly hurried out to the foyer to see what Ron was talking about, and blinked in surprise when she saw the man. "Arthur?" she called shakily.
"Yes, dear?"
"Come here," she called.
"I would suggest you call the rest of your family too," said the man haughtily. "I think you will all be curious as to what I have to tell you about your son."
Molly looked at him warily, but still called out, "Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ginny, come here!"
The man looked at Ron and raised his eyebrow. Ron nodded with a grimace to answer the unspoken question.
Within minutes, all of Ron's siblings and his father were downstairs and looking at Ron and the man. The twins were looking at them both with a grin, clearly excited to hear what Ron had done and ready to torture him with the information. Ron didn't even know what he had done, but he was getting more scared with every passing moment.
He was one of the good ones! Well, except for what he did on the last day of school, but Bobby Morgans had been asking for it.
"What did Ron do?" Arthur asked, wanting to smooth this out before anything happened at all.
"It's not so much what he did," said the man. "It's what he can do."
All nine Weasley's looked at him confused. The man sighed. "Let me start from the beginning. My name is Severus Snape. Your son Ron is a wizard."
For a minute, all the Weasley's were silent, and then it exploded. Fred and George was laughing, Molly was yelling at the man to get out, and Arthur was trying to pull the man out of the house. Snape rolled his eyes, grabbed a piece of wood from inside his sleeve, a piece that was oddly decorated, and waved it.
Suddenly, every member of Ron'd family went silent, his father stopped moving except for his eyes, and Fred and George found themselves being bound, tied, and gagged. With another wave, every misplaced and disorganized piece in the house went to their proper place and the house was suddenly cleaned. Ron doubted it had ever looked more immaculate.
"One day," Snape said, "your son will be able to do that. Now, can we all sit down like civilized human beings, or you will continue yelling?" The wood - the wand - was waved again. Arthur fell to the ground, eyes wide, and Fred and George were unbound, untied, and ungagged. "You can speak now," Snape said with a roll of his eyes.
"A wizard," his mum whispered, shocked like every other member of the family. "You're a wizard. Ron's a wizard. Ron can't be a wizard."
Ron almost agreed with her, until he started remembering little things he had done ever since he could remember. Vases exploding whenever he was angry, the cookie jar magically appearing on the counter when he wanted one, and how Fred and George would often have something funny happening to them right after they really got something over him. Judging from the looks on his family's faces, they were remembering them just as well.
Ron turned to look at Snape. "I'm a wizard," he said. "Really?"
The man nodded. "You are."
Ron looked at him. Part of him wanted this to be a truly horrible prank done by Fred and George, and that they would start laughing uncontrollably in a moment though he knew they wouldn't.
Part of him couldn't remember ever feeling this happy.
What do you guys think? More will definitely be added later, but I need to work on some other stories right now and I got to a pretty good stopping place with this one. And though it isn't mentioned, Hermione's a pureblood.
I have ideas for her.