Hermione walked into the kitchen, not surprised to see Harry already up. He was drinking something out of a big mug that had the words, 'THE CHOSEN ONE' printed on it. She opened her mouth to ask but closed it. It was too early to start any sort of conversation. Stumbling into a seat, she grabbed her best mate's mug and swallowed a mouthful of hot bitter liquid, barely flinching as it burned her throat.
Harry didn't even bother protesting, simply taking it back from her. His eyes were bloodshot as were Hermione's who moaned, "Why did I let you talk me into a drinking game?"
Harry winced, "Stop shouting, my head hurts."
The two sat in silence for quite a while 'til Mrs. Weasley finally entered the kitchen. She stared at the two in surprise, "Why are the two of you up so early? Is everything alright?"
Before either of them could say anything, there was a loud crack and Bill appeared along with his wife. In a matter of seconds Charlie and Percy followed and the kitchen was filled with loud chatter and jokes, Mrs. Weasley's question forgotten in the chaos.
Hermione groaned, "Why are they shouting? Make them stop shouting." She threw a miserable look towards the raven-haired boy sitting across the table, and muttered, "Hey Harry, you're the Chosen One. That's got to mean something, right? Can't you order them to stop screaming?"
Her friend looked just as miserable as she was feeling, if not worse. His eyes were bloodshot and his glasses kept slipping off his nose. His head was killing him. It was like a pair of loud drums were beating between his ears. He just groaned and slid off his stool, muttering something about going back to bed. However, before he could so much as take a few steps, Mrs. Weasley growled, "Did you two get drunk last night?"
Hermione and Harry flinched and immediately put the blame on the person who wasn't there.
"It was Ron's fault."
"He said it would be fun."
Their best friend's mother gave them a murderous glare until Harry let out a piteous moan. Evidently taking mercy upon them, she waved her wand, murmuring an incantation. Both the teens felt a moment of disorientation before their vision cleared as did their heads. Blinking rapidly, they shook their heads before giving grateful smiles to the elderly witch.
She gave them disapproving looks and launched into a lecture. Just then, a roar of laughter from the next room made the three jump in surprse and Bill called out, "Hey Mum! You might want to see this!"
Mrs. Weasley made her way into the room, shaking her head, exasperated, "Honestly, this early in the morning."
A sheepish-looking George was standing in front of the fireplace, holding a five-year-old's hand. The child had the Weasley trademark red hair, and his blue eyes looked around the room happily. When his eyes fell on the frozen Mrs. Weasley, he beamed at her, "Hi, Mum!"
Mrs. Weasley stared at the child in complete and utter shock. She knew who he was. Of course, she did. She had raised him. Her legs quivered and she sat down heavily onto one of the worn couches.
"F-Fred?"
Fred blinked up at her innocently, "Yes?"
She immediately looked to George, "What happened?"
He rubbed the back of his head, grinning sheepishly, "Well, we were trying out a new potion." He glanced down at Fred, who was studying everyone around him in curiosity, "Well, Fred was testing out the new potion. I was opening up the shop. Something happened, I don't know how, haven't figured it out. All I heard was a big explosion and then, well you can see what happened. He doesn't remember anything as such. His memories are those of when he was five."
