* Magic genius *

Ron heard Rose's screams from downstairs. He grabbed his wand quickly and ran down the stairs to where the screams were coming from. And there, in the living room, he found his three children: 6-year-old Rose was beaming; her 3-year-old brother, Hugo, was standing next to her, amused by something that had just happened; 11-year-old Belle was standing next to Hugo, wand in hand, with a worried look on her face. Ron knew very well that, when his children were all together and one (or all) of them looked worried, there was trouble.
"What happened?" he asked looking at the three of them. Rose looked at him, still smiling.
"Belle learnt new spells." she announced as Belle rolled her eyes. Ron looked at his eldest daughter. She looked back.
"Really?" he asked.
"It's nothing, dad. Just trying to practice a few simple ones. I don't wanna be behind already when I get there." she said. He smiled a little. September 1st was nearly a month away and his daughter was already worried about being behind in her studies. She was Hermione's daughter through and through.
"Show him! Show him!" Hugo and Rose demanded at unison. Belle sighed and grabbed her wand firmly. She swirled it a bit and said "Lumos" and the tip of it got bright. Ron was impressed and Hugo and Rose clapped of joy. With another swirl, Belle said "nox" and the light on the wand turned off.
"That's... that's great, sweetheart!" Ron said.
"That's not all, daddy!" Rose said as she went to one of the tables as pushed the vase that was there to the floor.
"No! Rose! Bloody hell!" Ron shouted.
"You said a bad word!" Hugo accused him pointing his little finger at his dad. Ron glanced at him. Belle pointed her wand at the vase and with a simple swirl she said: "Reparo." The vase was fixed in a second. Ron's eyes opened widely. He couldn't believe his eyes.
"Now make it fly!" Hugo demanded. Belle made a swish and flick with her wand and said "wingardium leviosa". The vase flew around the heads of the kids and went back to the table.
"Bloody hell!" Ron shouted.
"Language, Ronald!" they heard Hermione say from the fireplace. Hugo and Rose ran to her, and Ron turned around to look at her.
"Have you seen what your daughter just did?" he asked her, alarmed. Hermione looked back, confused.
"I just arrived from the Ministry, Ronald. I don't have eyes around the house." she answered.
"You should see it, mommy. It's awesome!" Rose said.
"She can fly things!" Hugo said. Hermione looked at them, then at Belle whose ears had turned furiously red. Belle looked at her father for approval. He nodded. She sighed and casted each of the spells she had already performed to amuse her sibblings, including the levitation one. Hermione looked at her, her mouth wide open. Belle looked back.
"did I... did I do it wrong, mom?" she asked shyly. Hermione closed her mouth and shook her head.
"That was... I didn't..." she managed to said. Belle sighed and walked to the stairs.
"I'll be in my room reading." she said. And with that, she disappeared upstairs.

"You OK?" Ron asked Hermione minutes later while they were in the kitchen making dinner. Rose and Hugo were still in the living room watching some muggle movie on TV.
"She managed to do both, Reparo and Wingardium Leviosa." she said as she cut carrots.
"and before even starting Hogwarts." he added.
"And she performed them amazingly well." she said. Ron smiled.
"Are you... maybe... jealous... of your own daughter?" he asked with a devious look in his eyes. Hermione glanced at him.
"Of course not, Ronald! That's a horrible thing to say! Besides, why would I be jealous of my daugther?" she asked.
"She beat you at Charms and Transfiguration before starting Hogwarts. She could outsmart you." he said.
"And you think that's a valid reason to be jealous of my own child? don't be ridiculous, Ron!" she snapped.
"You've always been the brightest witch of our age. It would be understandable to feel that way considering your own daughter is practically beating you in your best subjects." he said with the biggest grin on his face. He was clearly enjoying teasing Hermione.
"I'm not jealous. I'm just... concerned." she confessed.
"about?" he asked.
"Belle being that smart. She'll soon be at Hogwarts raising her hand to answer questions and everyone is going to call her an annoying know-it-all because she reads a lot and enjoys school. I just... I don't want her to suffer what I did when I was a child, Ron. It's bad enough she inherited my bushy hair." she said. Ron went and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Belle's going to be fine, love. She's strong and confident and a bloody genius like her mother. She knows how to defend herself. You've seen her putting Teddy in his place when he teases her. She even hit him the same way you did to Malfoy in third." he said smiling at the memory as Hermione laughed a bit.
"That was totally wrong of her! But, yeah, she knows how to defend herself." she concluded. "She looked so disappointed when we didn't say anything earlier, Ron. Like we were mad at her for practicing those spells." she said later.
"But we aren't mad." he said. She shook her head and smiled.
"I felt so proud when I saw her levitating that vase. she was incredible!" she exclaimed.
"Then, we should go and tell her that." Ron said.

There was a knock on the door and Hermione and Ron's heads popped in the room.
"Can we come in?" Hermione asked. Belle just upped her head to them and shrugged her shoulders. Both parents went and sat on the bed.
"Are you mad at me?" Belle asked looking at her book.
"Of course not, sweetheart! Why would be?" Ron asked.
"Because I was performing spells that I should have learnt while I'm at Hogwarts." she said
"Well, you're certainly not going to be behind anyone when you start." Ron said as Hermione glared at him. Then she looked back at their daughter.
"We're not mad at you, sweetie. In fact, we're extremely proud of you. You performed everything so amazingly!" Hermione beamed.
"Then why did you look so... disappointed?" Belle asked. Hermione sighed.
"We weren't disappointed. It's just... we learnt those spells at school and it took us a while to perform them correctly. But you... it was effortlessly for you. And I just... I was worried that, when you got at Hogwarts, you... someone would tease you for being smart." Hermione said.
"See, Belle, your mom was extremely smart for her age when we were at school. She was always raising her hand and answering questions and people called her an annoying know-it-all, and well... that really hurt your mother." Ron said.
"I don't want you to go through the same thing I did just because you're smart. I'm more than proud that you can perform those spells. I'm just worried because I don't want anyone to hurt you." Hermione concluded. Belle could see she had tears in her eyes.
"I... I can always ask aunt Ginny to teach me her bat-boggey hex before starting school." she said with an innocent smile. Ron and Hermione laughed a bit. "I promise I'll stop practicing so much before school if that makes you feel less worried, mom." she said later.
"I don't want you to stop learning, sweetie. But maybe you should leave some things for school. If not, it'll be dead boring." Hermione said. Belle smiled and nodded.
"But still... don't ever stop raising that hand of yours. Show all those kiddos what a bloody genius you are." Ron said as Hermione and Belle laughed. Yes, their daughter was very smart. But they knew she was going to be just fine.