Broken

Chaos

A flash of blue whooshed past Hermione, closely followed by a shrieking gaggle of children on miniature broomsticks. Hermione raised an eyebrow. Quidditch was normally not allowed in the house.

'Hi Hermione!' Harry called breathlessly as he ran after the children, his hair sticking up at crazy angles.

After a quick look around the Burrow, Hermione tracked down Arthur Weasley in the garden shed, tinkering with a clunky, old television.

'Er, Arthur? Where's Molly?' She asked, as the TV screen flickered on and off.

'What? Oh, hi Hermione, the girls have all gone to do a bit of shopping. They'll be back soon. Harry and Teddy are babysitting while I try and finish this...'

'WELCOME TO THE EIGHT O'CLOCK NEWS,' a fuzzy newsreader shrieked, before a puff of white smoke filled the shed.

'Dammit. Oh well. Would you like a cup of tea, Hermione?' Arthur gestured towards his collection of electric kettles, in varying states of repair.

'No, thank you. I was going to go and see if Harry needed a hand...'

'Nonsense, the boys have it entirely under-'

SMASH

CRASH

CLAAANG

Arthur and Hermione ran into the house and found a jumble of children on the kitchen floor, surrounded by pots and pans. Harry stared woozily up at them from the bottom of the pile, his glasses hanging from an ear. Teddy was bent double in a corner, howling with laughter, his hair rapidly changing colours as tears streamed down his face.

'What exactly is going on here?' A stern voice asked from behind them. Molly Weasley stood in front of the fireplace, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed dangerously.

'Hermione! Wow, you've grown so much since I saw you! How are you doing?' Ginny stepped out of the fire and grabbed Hermione into a big hug. Ginny's eyes widened as she noticed her buried husband. A quick glance at her mother stilled the smile that tugged at her lips.

'Ah, 'Ermione, ees a pleasure to see you, you are looking magnifique!' Fleur kissed Hermione on each cheek, before stepping aside to let her daughter out of the fireplace. Victoire glanced at the scene, rolled her eyes, and left the kitchen.

A camera shutter clicked, the flash-bulb lighting up the room.

'Aww, George is going to be gutted he missed this,' chuckled Angelina as she put the camera back into her bag, then waded into the chaos to rescue her giggling children.

Once the kitchen had been put to rights, and broomsticks repaired, Hermione helped Molly prepare Sunday Lunch for the masses. Hermione smiled as she watched everyone running around outside, de-gnoming the garden. A small explosion and another burst of smoke came from the shed where Arthur was still determinedly working.

'I keep telling him we can buy him a new TV if he wants one so badly, but he keeps saying he can repair this one,' Bill Weasley said, rolling his eyes.

'Hi Bill, dear, I didn't hear you come in!' Molly enveloped him in a big hug, stroking his scarred face fondly.

'With all the noise in this place? I'm not surprised! I could let off a whole box of George's new fireworks in here and no-one would even notice,' Bill grinned down at his tiny mother, as her face contorted in horror.

'I resent the implication that my new range of Epic Fireworks For Every Occasion would be anything but attention grabbing,' George pouted from the doorway. 'Bloody hell Hermione, you look like you're about to pop! Can you even get through doorways?!'

'Charming, George, as always. It's a wonder Angelina didn't hex you into the next century when she was pregnant.'

'Not for lack of trying, I assure you, but that's the problem with marrying someone from a big family – they're pretty good at ducking,' Angelina told Hermione, pulling a face at her husband. George struck a pose of mock distress, before grabbing his wife and dipping her into a dramatic kiss.

'Get a room, for Merlin's sake,' Ron grumbled as he walked through the back door, scowling at the couple. He nodded curtly at Hermione then stomped upstairs, leaving an awkward silence in his wake.

'Sooo, lunch is nearly ready. Why don't you sit down Hermione, dear? You're starting to look a little tired. I'll make you a cup of tea...' Molly twittered, as she flicked her wand at the teapot.