A/N: I know it sucks. It's a wham, bam, thank you maam ending, because i just wanted to finish this. it could have turned out better. i might re-re-edit some time. I just can't think of anything right now.









Hermione slipped out of her seat as Mrs. Weasly exploded at Mr. Weasly, who was too busy laughing his head off to hear much of what she was saying.

She headed out the kitchen door, around the house, to the front garden, where the rest of the Weasly's were waiting.

"What happened?" Charlie asked, as another of his "muscles" popped painfully. "I want to get rid of these balloons, they're killing me."

"Speaking of which, your mum is about to kill your dad because he's cracking up." Hermione could barely get the words out, laughing along with them.

The squawking of the chickens as Mrs. Weasly plowed through them interrupted them. She was looking calm, but a deadly sort of calm.

Everyone froze as she walked up to them, Mr. Weasly walking a ways behind her, holding his head as though he had been hit with a large frying pan.

No one spoke as she stood before them. Then suddenly, she started ticking items off on her fingers.

"Bill, I need you to build a fence to put up around the chicken coop. Something's attacking them. I know a charm would be easier, but you're so good at protecting things. Charlie, I need you to move everything out of the attic, into the basement. Including all the old bricks and things. Hurry up, get moving. Percy, since you're so good at piercing the valley, you can till the soil for the back garden. It's been ages since any things grown there, probably because the ground is so hard. George, you can spend the rest of today picking the weeds and watering the plants in the front garden, then when Percy's done you can start on the back garden. Fred, the neighbours down the road want you to watch their two little boys, Pete and Scott, remember them? The ones who set you on fire? Since you're so peaceful, you won't have any trouble calming them down. Ron, you get to clean your royal breakfast from the royal kitchen floor, you royal pain. Oh and Ginny, I went through your CD collection and took out any impure ones." She held up a Limp Bizkit CD. "I did it all for the what?"

Ginny paled considerably.

"You'll get them back when you're thirty. Now get to work, all of you!" As Mrs. Weasly walked away, all the Weasly kids turned to glare at Hermione, who backed away meekly.

"By the way," Mrs. Weasly called over her shoulder. "I did some research of my own. Hermione means: Girl with big mouth."

"Wonder what Molly means." Mr. Weasly thought aloud.

"Scary woman."

"Amen."