Walking into Mrs. Weasley's kitchen was always a new experience. Every time Fred, or any one else for that matter, entered, it was a whole new world. But not in the Disney's Aladdin type of way.

In the place of flying on a magic carpet, there were old, rustic, wooden flooring where each step produced a creak in a board. Clouds weren't surrounding the occupants, instead people were engulfed in the happy atmosphere provided by Molly Weasley. The smell of newly baked pastries. Muffins, of various sorts, were always laid out on the table. Rarely would you find any fruit upon the counters. Molly knew better than to even bother in asking her children to eat fruit. Except banana splits. But that isn't quite nutritious.

When Fred took the familiar route down to the kitchen, he found Ginny and his mother in the midst of setting the table for dinner. Time sure flies when your, er, having fun.

"Dinner time already, Mum?" He asked, taking a seat next to Harry at the table. Ron was currently in a heated discussion with said boy about Quiditch.

Molly glanced back at the three boys before returning her gaze to the pots and pans that were magically preparing the meal. "Yes, dear, not all of us can sleep away our appetites like Hermione and yourself."

Fred let a look of confusion grace his face but thought better then to say differently. Better them think he was off for a nap than off for a shag. "It's a gift we share."

Oh, I'm sure," Ron chuckled, "Where is our Sleeping Beauty, now?

Harry took a moment to catch what they were talking about, "Hermione?"

"No, I was talking about George. His beauty mystifies me," Ron said sarcastically.

"Me too!," Fred agreed enthusiastically, "Deadly handsome bloke, I'm proud to call him my identical twin."

Harry shook his head, "Aren't you humble."

Ginny took a seat next to Ron when she finished placing all the dishes and utensils in their proper spots on the table. "That must be Hermione and George."

"Huh?" Fred glanced up from his conversation with Harry at the mention of Hermione, "Where?"

Laughing was heard coming down the steps and the sound of hasty feet. Everyone in the kitchen looked toward the stairs in confusion. Hermione was first down and she let out a shriek and continued her run. "Molly, your son is being ridiculous." She ducked around a corner and hid behind Harry's chair. Fred's eyebrows were raised in amusement.

"I heard that. And I am not! That little witch called me a foolish cockroach. And she slapped me. I haven't even the slightest idea where the insult came from. Nor do I know how a cockroach can be foolish," George jumped down the remaining stairs and immediately glanced around the room, "Where is she?"

"Foolishblind cockroach." Hermione muttered from her hiding place. George heard again.

"You!" He headed toward her, "I don't deserve to be degraded like this in the comfort of my own home. You're my guest."

Molly shook her head, "My guest. You don't live here George, remember? Just visiting. So, you're both my guests."

George didn't appear to have heard, he pulled Harry out of his seat and reached for Hermione. She shrieked as his strong grip pulled her into his arms, "Apologize, missy!"

"Why? Do you want me to lie? To say you aren't foolish?"

"Yes, actually."

"But, you're the one who walked in on me! Not the other way around."

This had the attention of everyone else in the room, "Walked in on her doing what, exactly?" Ron glared at his brother. Joining Fred in the act.

"He walked in on me in the shower. Who is foolish enough to do that? I mean, seriously. You hear the shower, the door is closed, you don't go in. But, no. Not George Weasley. He's an idiot!" Hermione huffed and squirmed in George's arms. Being that he wouldn't let go, she silently cast a binding hex. Fred watched as his twin suddenly seized up, arms firmly by his side and legs together, before falling to the ground with a thud. Must of hurt.

Silence saturated the room, "Bloody Hell, Hermione," Ron said in awe.

"Bloody brilliant, is more like it," Ginny laughed.

Harry shook his head, "You know wandless magic? How come you haven't mentioned that ever? I mean, damn."

Hermione blushed as all eyes were on her, "I didn't think it was that big of a deal. I've known for years how to manage it, figured it could come in handy with Death Eaters roaming all over after Voldemort's downfall."

Fred smiled, "Know-it-all Granger strikes again. Is there anything you aren't good at? I've got an basic idea about certain areas. Areas that you are very pleasurable in," He whispered the last part with a wink, causing her to flush deeper scarlet.

"Hush, you." She glared at him back, a small smile ruining her stern appearance.

Ginny glanced over the edge of the table at George, "Anyone know the counter-curse. I don't even know the hex she used."

"Oh! Right." Hermione flicked her wrist at George and he started twitching slightly, regaining the feeling throughout his body. "Sorry, George. But you are still a foolish cockroach." He groaned in agreement.

Fred smirked at George as he finally gained his footing and plopped into a chair next to him at the table. Fred leaned over and whispered, "You walked in on her in the shower?"

"Yeah, glorious sight. You're a lucky bastard." George smiled as Fred turned red in annoyance.

"Molly?," Hermione's voice softly asked, "Do you think I could bring James here? I mean, I don't really think I'll last three weeks without him. I'll understand if you don't want a three-year-old child in the house, but I feel better knowing he's safe."

Molly positively glowed at the idea, "Heavens, no! I'd absolutely adore him coming to visit. He can stay as long as you please. No need to keep a child from his mother."

Ginny was almost bouncing in her seat, "How exciting. I've never had a younger sibling. He'll be like a little brother!"

Hermione grinned, "Thank you so much, Molly. He'll be a perfect angel. He's usually shy around strangers anyways. I'm sure he won't be a speck of trouble. Besides, he'll want to know his namesake." Harry smiled at this.

Ron leaned back in his chair, "When'll Dad get home? Clock says he's still at work. Wonder what's taking him such a blasted while."

"Probably another muggle mishap. You know how the Death Eater threats have been. Poor muggles don't stand a chance," George shook his head.

"No, look. He's on his way," Ginny cocked her head towards the clock. Arthur's hand was now moving towards home. Just then, the door opened and the elder red-head man strode in.

"Hullo all! Hermione, what a pleasure!" He smiled broadly as she stood up and embraced him, "Its been too long, dear. You mustn't stay away for years like that!"

Hermione grinned, "Of course not, Arthur. You'll be hard on getting rid of this witch again. You missed my earlier stories. Guess what?"

Arthur put a finger to his chin in thought, smiling down at the woman who he loved like a daughter. He hated the news he'd brought from the ministry today. It was good to know she was safe, however he wished he wouldn't have the horrid job of telling his family and herself the reason. "What?"

"I've had a son. James Harrison Granger."

"Really? How marvelous!" His grin widened, perfectly hiding his inner conflicts.

"I'm going to get him after dinner. What's wrong?" So much for perfectly. He'd forgotten how well Hermione read people.

Everyone glanced at the man in question with curiosity. They hadn't thought there was something wrong, but now that Hermione had called him out on it, it was obvious, "Lets all sit down for dinner first, aye?"

Everyone nodded and quickly took a seat. Hermione wound up next to Fred and she was having a hard time not glancing his way. Fred smirked as a flush covered her face. He enjoyed the chance to ogle her without notice.

When all seats were filled, Arthur sighed, "I was held up at work today. New problems. It appears there's a new threat out there."

Everyone turned grim, Hermione eyes grew hard, "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. The ministry has received the news. Though, we all know the ministry isn't all that good for correct gossip. However, the Order has looked into it. Remus has assured me that the original sources are correct. The threat is obviously a previous Death Eater who has just climbed in rank since the end of Voldemort. He calls himself The Hunter."

"How original," Harry grumbled sarcastically.

"He is quite like Voldemort before him, yet he targets those of the wizarding world whom he knows will benefit his league. Just yesterday he captured, tortured, and killed one Justin Fetcher. He was a muggle-born brain. Very much a brain. He was a lower member of the Order, but a very useful tool. He's only the beginning, however. The Hunter is on the search for the perfect person to help his rise. He wishes to create another rule. Fair worse then that of Voldemort, I hear. Though it is tough to find it possible."

"So, what is there to be done? The Order is already moving on him, we'll catch the threat," Hermione optimistically said.

"No, you don't understand, m'dear. We must keep you in the protection of our wings. We are all to return to Grimmuald Place. The Order's base, as you all know. We'll keep an eye on Hermione there."

Everyone was confused, Fred glanced at his father nervously, "I don't understand. What is this all about Hermione?"

Hermione, herself, was panicking. This threat made her uneasy. She wanted James in her arms, and she wanted him now. He would be safe in Grimmuald Place. They all would be. Until they began being shipped off on missions like during Voldemort's reign.

Arthur sighed in frustration, "I guess I didn't make myself clear enough. The Hunter is looking for the cleverest witch or wizard of our time. To aid in his rise. He'll stop at nothing to obtain said person." He glanced around as everyone seemed to ingest this with horror. Hermione was nervously looking from person to person in confusion, "Who is the cleverest witch of our time?" He asked them all with a raised eyebrow.

Fred shook his head at the realization, "Hermione." He leaped to his feet, "What are we all waiting for? Why aren't we already at Grimmuald Place? She isn't safe here. We have to get her there!"

"Fred's right, Arthur. There is no use for the delay. We should leave now. Summon all the Order back to base. We'll keep Hermione in a safe-hold. We need a list of those who The Hunter can use to get to her." Harry was also out of his seat and calculating in his mind.

Hermione let out a silent gasp, "James!"