Ron and Hermione : Bickering since 1991

Chapter 11 : Revenge

This chapter is dedicated to Pines28 as it was written because of their special request.

[Ron]

When we arrived home, we certainly did not expect to see what we saw. The house was a total wreckage. All the furniture was broken and scattered. It looked like it went through a fight. And yes, my guess was right. In front of me some ugly person was standing there. And that ugly person was Amycus Carrow, who was pointing his wand at mum, threatening to kill her.

"Harry Potter, if you want to save her you will have to die." He shouted. Harry looked stunned. Of course, he certainly did not expect to come home happily to see my mum at the verge of death, by Amycus Carrow. He had hit a soft spot of Harry. Of course, he knew that if he tried to take somone else's life for him, he will not let that happen. It didn't take a genius to figure out that. Like I predicted, Harry lowered his wand and slowly started walking towars him. Me, on the other hand, froze at the spot. My brain was not ready to think straight. I just couldn't process what to do. And then, like a miracle, someone came and shot a stunning spell

"Stupefy."

And that someone happened to be Kingsley Shacklebolt. He was a life saviour. Amycus dropped on the floor, releasing mum, whom dad quickly held.

"He will be taken to Azkaban. Are any of you injured?" He enquired.

"Only Molly." Dad replied.

We took mum to St. Mungo's. Luckily, she was not hurt much and we could take her back home after two days. Harry, selfless and humble like always said

"I am sorry Mrs. Weasley. This all my fault."

"No dear, no. Not at all. This isn't your fault."

"No, Mrs. Weasley, had it not been for me, none of this would have happened."

"No dear. Please don't blame any of this to yourself. It wasn't because of you. There will always be evil in this world, and someone needs to fight it. Be it you, or me. Besides, its not like I am dying, or physically hurt for eternity or anything. I am fine, everyone else is fine."

Dad decided to stay behind with her and we all came back.

"Don't blame yourself mate, just don't."

I reassured Harry, giving him a hug.

"Yeah."

"Now, I believe, We, have a lot of cleaning to do. Let's get started boys." Said Hermione.

After we cleaned the house, Hermione decided to make all the dinner herself.

"Okay, so, fair warning, it is not going to be anything like Mrs. Weasley. But I hope its going to be edible."

"Don't worry, Hermione, you took the pain of cooking it yourself, we are going to eat it anyway." I said.

"Yeah besides, I am so hungry, I can eat literally anything."

She actually made it so good, we were all showering her with compliments.

"You are all saying this because you don't want to hurt my feelings."

"No, Mione, this is really great."