New Years at the Burrow

Author's Note: Thank you all who have reviewed so far.

Sorry about the Hiatus!!!!!!!!!!!! I was stuck!!!!!! REALLY!!!!!!!!!!! (plus I do have a life)

I still don't think anyone has gotten the Macneville thing, son of Neville, that's what 'Mac' means: Son of. So Macneville is 'son of Neville', that's why I hate people coughJKROWLINGcough who name their daughters SON OF KENZIE!!!

Anyway, what's going on peps? I think it's my thing to do out of season holidays.

Along with Anna! Thank you for your observation I don't update well.

Summery: Little Rose and Hugo have just gotten another cousin, Monica, and it's now New Years and the kids are running wild. What are Ron and Hermione to do?

Disclaimer: I am not JKROWLING, otherwise Mackenzie would have a girl's name.

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Rose was tired. She had been baking all day and now she was allowed just half an hour of free time. She rolled her onto her bed and heaved the large laptop her mother gave her for her sixth birthday onto her bed. It was to keep in touch with her muggle roots. She signed onto her favorite chat site and found that a couple of her friends were on. She wasn't the only kid with muggle roots or with muggle interests. She smiled as she saw Kyla (Kyla145), her Gryffindor obsessive friend Marie (GriffindorGrrl) and her cousin Victorice (QueenoftheEagles).

-RosiePosie7- Hello everybody!!

-GriffindorGrrl- Hey Rose

-QueenoftheEagles- Hello Rosie!

-Kyla145- Hi R

-RosiePosie7- So what's new in your little cyberspace world Kyla? Still making the boy from Japan believe you're a princess??

- Kyla145- he dont hear mee, bleves notin all

-GriffindorGrrl- As a fellow 8 year old Kyla, let me say you can't make a 19 year old beiev you're a princeess

-Kyla145- O shut it Mari

-GriffindorGrrl- My name is Marie not Mari, would you quit the chat speak. We are witches not monkeys Kyla!!!!

-RosiePosie7- How bout you Victorice, how are you?

-QueenoftheEagles- Well life is quite fine here. Also Rosie, Mum, Dad and I can come to the party!

-Kyla145- wat prty? y dint I geet a invit?

-RosiePosie7- Family thing which reminds me I've got to help make some more pastries

-QueenoftheEagles- The plague of your existence, huh? Well make sure you make some chocolate croissants, they are delicious. I love those!

-RosiePosie7- Well bye

-GriffindorGrrl- Bye Rosee

-QueenoftheEagles- Goodbye Rosie!

-Kyla145- Bi R

Rose sighed off and walked downstairs to tell her mum about Victorice, Aunt Fleur and Uncle Bill.

"Hello Rose." Mrs. Weasley said through her ardent baking. Her hair had turned grey after the third grandchild her family produced.

"Hello Grandma." Rose said before going over to her mum who had a large tray of cheese biscuits in her hand.

"Mum. Victorice and her family can come. Victorice just told me on the laptop." Rose said.

"That's wonderful Rose." Said Hermione hugging her eldest child. "Just George and Alice, Charlie and Veronica to reply, then that will be everyone." Hermione said, acting like they only had one or two guests instead of the twenty some-odd people they had chosen to invite.

"HELP!!!!!!!!" Came a sudden voice from the sitting room. Rose and Hermione stopped their hug to run to the rescue of Ron, who had somehow gotten himself tangled in a large pile of metallic streamers which cracked with static every time he tried to move.

"Ron! How did you manage to do this? It's just a streamer." Hermione exclaimed.

"I don't know! Just get me out of here." Ron shouted under the shiny ribbons.

"Don't worry dad!" Rose said tugging at the streamers. One by one she ripped them off her father. Then her mother waved her wand repairing the streamers.

"Thanks." Ron said. The remnants of the streamer still in his hair. "Can't I do this by magic?"

"No Ron." Hermione said sternly. "We have to set a good example for Rose and Hugo. If they see us without magic, then it will be easier to not break the rules."

Hermione then stormed back into the kitchen to start making the requested chocolate croissants for the party. Ron looked around the corner to make sure she was gone before pulling out his wand.

"Don't tell your mum." Ron said whispering to his daughter. He flicked the wand and the metallic streamers and other sparkly decorations flew around the room to rest in place around the mantelpiece, chairs and walls.

Then an owl flew in through the chimney covered in soot. The fluffy bird then rested on the white tablecloth with a mischievous hoot.

"That must be Uncle George's owl." Rose observed taking off the letter. Ron shook his head and shooed the owl off the table and out the door before waving his wand over the dirty tablecloth. It smoked a bit up was otherwise clean.

Rose then read the letter aloud.

Dear Ronniekins and Herms.

Great thing you invited us otherwise we'd have to gatecrash. Fred and Angelina are off the wall about it but be careful, they have a tendency to steal wands.

See ya then!

George and Alicia.

Rose looked up at her father with her bright blue flecked eyes. "That's you're uncle." He said to his daughter.

Throughout the course of the day the last group needed to respond did. Charlie, Veronica and Monica could come and were even going to bring a ham for the heck of it.

Hugo and Rose were set to the task of polishing the silverware for the huge dinner planned. Hugo poured the bottle of No-Mess Silver Polish on the rag her held and started scrubbing the already gleaming cutlery. Rose took another rag and gently buffed the gravy boat from the top of the tottering pile.

"MOM!!!" Hug yelled. "Why can't you just use your wand and clean the silver?"

Hermione's voce sounded from the kitchen loud and clear. "Because I need to keep you and your sister under control while your grandmother and I are cooking!"

Rose nudged her brother and pointed to the abandoned silverware on the table and he sighed. "FINE!" He yelled exasperated.

Rose smiled satisfied and continued with the task at hand. That was until Hugo got bored.

"Hugo what are you doing?" Rose asked a second too late. Hugo had nicked his dad's wand while Ron was taking a nap and was pointing them at the silver. He tried saying his mum's cleaning spell but he mispronounced it and the silverware exploded in a mess of violet sparks.

"What in the name of Merlin's pants is going on here?" Hermione yelled coming into the dining room where the sparkly culprit stood with the guilty wand in hand.

"HUGO WEASLEY! What are you doing with your father's wand?" Hermione yelled.

"I was just trying to clean the plates." Hugo said meekly.

"That's it! You're in the kitchen where I can keep an eye on you." Hermione said pocketing the wand. "Rose dear would you get the china out instead?" Hermione took her son by the hand and pulled him into the kitchen frustrated.

The china didn't look that bad. It was several decades old and was slightly chipped but it looked fine once Rose had dusted it. Hugo had been set to the task of peeling carrots under the supervision of his watchful grandmother. The adult male Weasleys had disappeared, most likely up the highest floor to escape their wives' planning.

Rose decided it was time for a break and sat down with a good book.