Here's the third chapter. Hope you enjoy! Keep the reviews coming!

Chapter 3:

"Oh my!" cried Mrs. Weasley as the six children Apparated into her home. The Baudelaires practically dropped to the floor due to the unpleasant feeling of Apparition.

"It takes some getting used to," Ron told them. "Hi mum," he said turning to Mrs. Weasley. "Harry decided we'd bring some guests." Mrs. Weasley looked over the Baudelaires and smiled.

"Well don't you look hungry," she said. "Would you like something to eat?" The Baudelaires realized how hungry they were and agreed. "So who exactly are these lovely children?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she walked back to the stove. Harry decided it was best not to tell Mrs. Weasley that they were Muggles. Ron, however, thought otherwise.

"These are some Muggles that we found when we tried to Apparate here," Ron said smoothly. Mrs. Weasley was stunned and nearly dropped the plate of pancakes in her hands.

"Muggles!" Mrs. Weasley asked incredulously. "Here? And they've seen us do magic?" The Baudelaires were confused. So was this a big secret? And why did they keep calling them Muggles?

"Calm down, mum," Ron said. "They were all alone and-"

"You know we can't associate with Muggles!"

"Muggles?" Mr. Weasley asked as he entered the kitchen. "What's all this talk about Muggles?"

"Arthur, Ron has brought three Muggles into our house!" Mrs. Weasley yelled. "We've been exposed!" The Baudelaires tried to follow this argument, but Violet finally cleared her throat. Everyone turned to stare at her.

"Sorry," Violet said, "but if you're worried about us telling someone about this, don't be. We don't have anyone to tell. And if you want this to be kept a secret then your secret's safe with us."

"No go!" Sunny said, with meant something like, "Please don't make us go back out on our own!" Klaus quickly translated for them. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked down at the Baudelaires and seemed to consider it.

Then Mr. Weasley said, "Molly, would it really be that bad if they stayed?"

"Oh, I suppose not," Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Well then… eat up!" The six children didn't need another word. They quickly thrust themselves into their seats and began to eat the delicious meal.

"By the way," Harry said to the Baudelaires, "I'm Harry. This is Hermione, this is Ron, and those two adults are Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron's parents."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," Violet said politely.

"So you said you're orphans, right?" Hermione asked. The Baudelaires sadly nodded. "I'm so sorry. And what did you say about this Olaf?"

"He's after our fortune that we'll inherit when Violet comes of age," Klaus explained. "He's come up with so many schemes to get it. Some schemes even involved killing all but one of us."

"That's terrible," Harry said. "You know… I'm an orphan too."

"You are?" Violet asked.

"Yes, and I have an evil man after me too- if you could even call him a man- named Voldemort. But he's out to kill me because of a prophecy that says I'm supposed to stop him."

"Horrible!" Sunny cried, which probably meant, "How Horrible! I'm so sorry to hear that!" Violet wondered about something for a minute.

"Would you mind me asking… how your parents… you know… died?" she asked hesitantly. Harry sighed.

"Voldemort murdered them with a spell," he replied.

"Oh," Violet said, half expecting them to have died in a fire as well.

"What about yours?" Harry asked. The Baudelaires sighed, but found it easier to talk about their parents now. After all the times that had talked about their parents and times in the past, they started to overcome the grief of the loss of their parents.

"They died in a fire that destroyed our entire home," Klaus said.

"I'm very sorry to hear that," Hermione said sympathetically. The Baudelaires gave small smiles and returned to their meals. Violet, however, noticed a newspaper next to her. The pictures were magically moving and Violet was fascinated by it. Her gaze rose to the headline of the article and her eyes grew wide. The headline was "Voldemort's Fatal Destruction". And in her mind she could only interpret that as the mysterious V.F.D.