A.N.: Okay, here's another one. Though I doubt anyone cares, since I have no reviews whatsoever for this fic.

This was inspired by a quote I heard in a movie once, "There are two things a woman can do that a man will never be able to do half as well: love, and revenge."

BEGIN...

The day started out like any other day. Sunrise began at 5:41am exactly, the gnomes wandered the garden looking for larvae for their breakfast, and the whole Weasley household was awoken by the outraged scream of an outraged mother.

"FRED! GEORGE! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"

The twins, who had up until that moment been dead asleep, launched themselves out of bed and practically flew down the stairs to the kitchen, where their mother stood with her hands on her hips and her face slowly turning red.

"Yes, mother?" they chorused, looking innocent. Molly just gestured to the kitchen behind her, trying to control her temper.

"Did you do that?" her voice was calm, but her expression indicated her desire to strangle someone. Both boys peeked around her and calmly took in the chaos.

"Let's see," began Fred, walking around the furious witch. On her other side, George did the same. "Callous disregard for personal property," all of Molly's beloved pots, pans, and assorted dishes were fixed rather firmly to the far wall, framing the door.

"Changes in building plans that could tear the house down," continued George, looking at all of the kitchen windows, which were now on the inside wall, looking into the living room.

"Inaccessible storage and cooking units," remarked Fred, looking up at the ceiling, where all the cupboards, the sink and the oven were attached.

"And everything is stamped with our logo." Finished George. And indeed, every single thing in that kitchen had a large "W" painted on it in the same style as their joke products. As one, they turned to their mother, who was still angry.

"Nope."

Upstairs in Hermione's room, where Harry had been since his nightmare earlier that day, the two of them jerked awake for the second time in ten minutes. Even just one landing under Ron's room, they could plainly hear Molly ripping into the twins, and scolding them for lying. Harry sighed and flopped back on the bed.

"What did they do this time?" he groaned, burying his face into the pillow. Hermione smirked and returned to her previous position next to him.

"Perhaps now they'll know better than to challenge the next generation of Marauders, won't they?"

"That, or they'll want revenge."

"First, they'll have to prove it was me."

A.N.: Any requests? Or should I just judge the story by the lack of reviews, scrap these ideas and remove the story, since all it seems to be doing is wasting net space?