Problem: Prologue
"Honey? Ariel came from school today, crying. Sophie can't help, for once!" Hermione nudged Ron in the ribs, awakening her half-asleep husband.
"They have no idea we're magic, do they? Shouldn't we tell them? They're nearly ten, and most people get their letters on their tenth or eleventh birthday…" He trailed off, listening intently for Hermione's reply, also falling asleep again. He also remembered that they would be going back to Hogwarts for their first year teaching there this year (Hermione taking up the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, and ((Since Snape suffered a fatal injury from one of Seamus Finnigan's famous explosions…)) Ron got Potions), heard Ariel and her sister, Sophie, trying to calm down. Five minutes later, Hermione sighed deeply.
"Well… I suppose we should… But I'll tell them once they get the letters! I want it to be a surprise." Walking reluctantly to the kitchen of the Burrow, where they now lived, Ron tried to comfort his two daughters.
"Daddy, Roy was mean to her again! Teasing her about her hair, AND I ASSUME HE WILL BE PUNISHED!" Sophie yelled, wagging her finger. Sophie never ceased to cause much trouble with everyone. Probably from Fred or George. Roy, the oldest brother, eleven, and even Ariel caused trouble non-stop. Roy always made fun of his younger sisters, Ariel especially. She took entirely after Ron, red hair down to her waist, in a style like Chii in her favorite manga (if you know who that is), blue eyes, strange/hilarious facial expressions – even clumsiness and the fear of spiders.
Sophie, on the other hand, was nearly a duplicate of Hermione. Curly coffee hair to her shoulders, a bow on the top holding a small amount of hair in a bun, dirt-brown eyes – even know-it-all-ness and the worst thing that could happen (from her point of view) was failing everything.
Roy was sort of Hermione and Ron mixed up. Barbeque hair, aquamarine eyes, a surprising fear of getting caught, and – most importantly – was so much like Fred and George, it was scary.
Roy walked through the door, Errol on his shoulder. Of course, he had no idea that was Ron's family's owl. Four glaring faces stared at him as he walked in from the pouring rain, soaking wet.
"What is the bloody menace doing!" (Not that Ron didn't agree) Roy indicated Errol -- hewas chewing up three letters in his beak.
Plucking the letters from Errol's beak, or, more like, what was left of them, and whispered, "Restituo," And they fixed themselves.
"What did you say, Dad?" Ron looked up, seeing three questioning faces. 'Oh, no.'Ron thought. 'Hermione's going to kill me…'
Um... yeah... 'restituo' is 'restore' in Latin, FYI