*Hermione's POV*
It was a peaceful night. The cold wind rattled the windows of our house. It was mid-November and flakes of fresh snow were starting to fall from the yon skies.
Myself, Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley, a ministry worker. Precisely, the deputy head of DMLE (Department of Magical Law Enforcement).

I arrived home at half past five with loads of paperwork. There had been an accident near Northampton and the workers of my department were sent to rectify it and Obliviate the muggles. No easy task, yes. This is the reason why I am sipping tea with a quill in my hand at half past ten in the night. With such work and position, brings such paperwork argh.

Not that I hate paperwork though.

It's just that Rose and Hugo are staying over at The Burrow. Hopefully, they won't cause dear Mrs Weasley any trouble.

Not to mention, Ron has to stay at the Potter Manor tonight, lest I get disturbed by his midnight cries of, 'Hermione! I'm hungry! Get me some noodles! A bread! Bacon, anything!'

I wonder how he's doing...

*Ron's POV*
Makeshift Quidditch Pitch, Potter Manor, 10:45 PM
Ah, fresh air. Harry's Quidditch Pitch sure is brilliant! Maybe a game or two with my nephews wouldn't hurt and Ginny doesn't have to know that. I wish Rose and Hugo would have accompanied me but they chose their grandma over their dad. Literally?
Oh yeah right, they're my kids.

I walked the short way up to the front porch of the huge manor. Lights illuminated most of the windows of the manor, notifying the presence of the Potters. The manor looked majestic in white and red and gold and whatnot? It's my (most probably) 70th time here and I pretty much know the way around.

The air was crisp and clear with not a trace of some heterogeneous pollutant. As my walk to the porch ended, I heard the shouts of my baby sister who isn't so little anymore. Well, she was shouting at her baby, the one and only-James Sirius Potter.

*Harry's POV*
"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER! WHO GAVE YOU THE PERMISSION TO STEAL THE CHOCOLATE CAKE?!" my wife screamed.

"But mum, I was hungry!" James's pleading was interrupted by a knock on the door. Must be Ron.

"I'll get it," I said as I stood up and made my way to the door. I'm pretty sure neither James nor Ginny heard the knock. They were, apparently, busy confronting each other about a chocolate cake made for Ron. Brilliant!

I opened the door to see the grinning face of my best mate, "Hello Ron," I greeted, "Please come in."

"Yeah, thanks mate, what's for dinner?" I rolled my eyes.

"Dinner honestly? You just arrived. I am not gonna cook for you. You have an appetite of a large monkey! Or maybe a troll... Whatever," I joked. But apparently, Ron took it Siriusly (seriously yes).

"What?! That's outrageous of you, Harry! I thought you'd be kind enough to serve your guest with some good food!" Ginny took this moment to enter the room. James was missing, most probably in his room, mumbling about being angry and getting scolded. I'm a great dad, ain't I? I know what happens with my kids after all.

"What is the problem, Ronald?" Ginny asked, trying to keep her previous irritation from interfering her question.

"I ain't getting food here tonight. I'm off to some lotel for dinner. See you soon."

"Wait, it's hotel with an h, not lo-" I tried but he had already Apparated away with a crack.

"What on Merlin's beard happened right now?" Ginny questioned me with wide eyes.

"Er...I just joked, I swear but he took it way too seriously."

"You mean Siriusly." she said stern-no, Siriusly.

"Yeah, right."

"Good. Let's prank him now."

"How?"

"Lotels won't be open by now, Harry. It's 11 p.m. now."

"Gin, it's hotel with an 'h', not lotel with a 'l'."

"Whatever. Ingenious muggles." I simply shrugged. Getting the Weasleys to pronounce the muggle words is an impossible task. It's telling Hermione is stupid, Snape was good and Teddy isn't his father's son.

"So, what's the plan? Care to enlighten me?"

*Ron's POV*
Argh! I have stopped by 4 of the 5 lotels Hermione has taken me to but none of them are open! I'm too hungry...I couldn't have anything due to the accident in Northampton. Now, I hate being a ministry worker. Gulp, I'll become a starved cow soon, help!

I looked around for another fifteen minutes but it ended in vain. I was destined to starve to death tonight. Where's Hermione when you need her?

Dejected, I apparated back to the Potter Manor.  Oh, just why did I agree to come here?
Oh, the air smelled of a very delicious aroma...Corn soup! Maybe Ginny is preparing that for her dear brother. I trudged to the door and opened it. As I stepped in, I was greeted by the smiling face of my niece, Lily Luna Potter.

"Uncle Ron!" The 5 year old greeted as she hugged my legs.

"Lils!" I hugged her back, "Where is your mother? I smell something delicious," I asked the little red head.

She smirked a little before answering, "In the kitchen, preparing your dinner."

Strange. I nodded and left for the kitchen. Inside, I saw Harry and Ginny standing over the macrowave lowen? Microtave moven? Whatever. Ingenious Muggles. I don't get it why Harry uses them.

"Ow!" Ginny shrieked, which caught my attention.

"Put your hand in water, Gin. How many times do I tell you not to take the dish out of the oven without wearing gloves!" Apparently, my little brilliant sister is still little.

"Don't boss around Mr Auror."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Whatever." They still haven't noticed my presence, so I cleared my throat. "Oh mate you're back!"

"Have been standing here for 10 minutes."

"Right, Ginny heated the corn soup for you, so why don't you have it, yeah?"

"Sure thing!" I shouted in delight.

"Ssh! Albus is asleep," Ginny scolded.

"Okay okay. Give me!"

The corn soup was served and I dug in. It did taste a tad bit salty though. Ginny must have prepared it, she messes stuff up uh. I looked up from my soup to see Harry smirking the famous Potter smirk. What? And Ginny had the mischievous glint in her eyes which the twins normally wore... Something seems wrong.

"Oi! Whatcha smirking at?"

"Nothing mate, I just heard that er-" Harry stuttered

"Teddy! Teddy has a teddy bear, yeah. Yeah right Harry?" Ginny asked, some what innocently.

Harry nodded quickly, "Yes, yes."

What has that got to smirking at me? I decided to ignore it anyways.

*Ginny's POV*
Oof, that was a close call. We should learn occlumency. Ron seems suspicious but he won't find out what he has in store for him tomorrow.

After his dinner, we went to bed. Ron took the guest room on the second floor and we returned to our room on the third floor. Harry found Lily softly snoring, lying at the couch and he gently carried her to her room. That little girl surely is her uncle George's niece hehe.

Just as I was about to follow Harry into our room, I heard a noise. It sounded something like a song of Weird Sisters. I looked around perplexed and Harry noticed my confusion.

"What's wrong, Gin?"

"Do you hear the Weird Sisters' song? "

He strained to hear and soon enough he nodded, "Yes, who do you think is playing that song at this time of the night? Surely James is asleep?"

"Let me check." I left for James' Room, which was at the first floor. I almost forgot the security alarms Harry as laid on the staircase as I passed by the second floor. Being an Auror and the Boy-Who-Lived, The Chosen One, bla bla bla, he took several, and I mean several safety measures which included the singing staircase to our room.

I reached James' Room and heard no sound. Okay, if he wasn't the one causing mischief, it must most probably be Ron's tradition to listen to the band's music before hitting the hay. I walked upstairs to our room again, carefully avoiding the musical stairs. Did I mention that they sound like different animals? No? Alright, now you know it.

Soon enough, I fell asleep, wrapped in Harry's arms.

*Ron's POV*
"Can you dance like a hippogriff?
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma!!!"

This song is particularly nasty now. It's spoiling my beauty sleep for heaven's sake! Who the Hell is listening to this music at this time of the night? Probably the Potter tradition. Oh, just why did I agree to come here?

"Can you dance like a hippogriff?
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma!"

Okay, that's enough. I'm going to go and yell at Harry now, honestly, first food, now sleep! I got off my bed, groggy eyed and stumbled to the doorway. I made my way upstairs to Harry's room in a very sleepy manner.

As soon as I set my foot on the third stair, a cat purred, "Meeeeoowww!" Maybe a cat outside is feeling cold, after all its snowing.

I took another step up and a dog barked, "Woof woof!" Padfoot must be home. Oh, wait, he's dead; right.

I heard some shuffling in the room upstairs, they must probably be awake after all, Harry's the one who is playing this music.

I took another sleepy step and heard the worst possible sound one can hear at the dead of the night - "kockrakokooooooooo!". Damn, some chicken. This sound, however caused the door of Harry's room to fly open. Two shadow figures emerged out with long wooded sticks. Ha, they're playing with wood now. I am sleepy, help.

"Who's there?" came a commanding tone, which sounded oddly familiar.

"Lumos!" came a feminine tone. I was dazzled out of my sleep by a bright light. A red head and a black, messy haired man stood in front of me. Only that the raven head did not have his glasses on.

"Hullo," I greeted.

"Hello? Hello?! At this time of the night?! Get lost!" my sister screamed at my face and stomped into her room. I gave a lopsided grin to my best mate who, surprisingly, still had his wand pointed at me.

"Umm, mate," I started, "Put your wand down, it's only me."

"Me, who?" he asked, squinting his emerald eyes.

"Uh?"

"WHO?!" he roared, pointing his holly wand at me a bit too aggressively.

"R-Ron!" I answered, scared for my life. Not having my wand is one thing but facing The Harry Potter without a wand is another.

"Ron? Ron, who?" he asked, a bit gently than before.

"Mate! Go get your stupid glasses on!" I shouted at him, exasperated.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHNT DO YOU WANT WITH MY FAMILY?!" he thundered. *Gulp*

"Dad? What happened?" A sleepy eyed James came up behind me, without his glasses.

"Jamie, go! Go from here!"

"Why?" he asked rubbing his brown eyes.

"We have an intruder, go! Go to your room and get Lily and Al to safety!"

"Intruder?" I squeaked, "No! Hell! Ginny!"

"Don't you dare touch her!" Harry said, standing protectively in front of the door as James looked startled. Oh, just why did I agree to come here?

"Harry! I am Ron Weasley, your best friend! Your brother-in-law! We've known each other for years! Harry, my best mate, how could you forget my voice?"

He stiffened at this and squinted his eyes more, if that was even possible.

"James, who is this man?" he asked the younger Potter who was without his glasses too.

"Er, I don't know, dad," he answered. Ruddy brilliant.

"Jamsie! I'm your favorite uncle, Ron! Your godfather!" I pleaded.

"What's this nonsense?" An irritated looking Ginny stormed out of her room, again.

"Ginny! Help!"

"What is going on here?" a tiny voice sounded behind my back. Little Lily along with a grumpy looking Albus showed up.

"What?" Albus asked.

"What the hell? Everyone get to saf-"

"Shut up, Harry! You are seriously going to resign your auror position tomorrow! It's Ronald for Sleep's sake! What on earth are you doing here, Ron?! Get to your bed, kids. Else there will be no breakfast tomorrow! Come on Harry!" Ginny chided, breathlessly and dragged Harry into their room and magically sealed the door shut. I turned around to see three wide eyed kids. All three identically shrugged and went back to their respective rooms, but not before James got a good look of me. Oh, just why did I agree to come here?

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Morning dawned bright and early. Too early for my liking. At least, I will get out of this chaos house soon. Honestly, how does Ginny even manage all these kids? I don't mean my cute niece and nephews. I mean the big baby. Yes, you guessed it right - Harry. Harry's vision surely wasn't this bad during our Hogwarts days. What's up with his eyes now? Thankfully, Al and Lily didn't inherit the Potter defect. I would have been doomed then.

Still half asleep, I made my way to the kitchen to find Harry working on the breakfast while Al was colouring something in his colouring book which Neville brought him for his last birthday. "Morning," I greeted. I received two 'good morning's' in response. I slumped down on the chair as Harry placed a streaming cup of coffee on the table.

"Mmm, thanks," I said and he nodded in acknowledgement. Several minutes later, a disheveled looking Ginny and Lily came downstairs, both with badly messy hair.

"Mornin'"

"Mornin' uncle Ron."

"Morning sis, Lils."

Ginny quickly got to work and helped Harry with the breakfast as I entertained Al and Lily. Soon, a surreptitious breakfast laid on the table in front of us and Lily had been sent up to fetch my still asleep godson. I picked the bread up when I heard James' scream. A minute or two later, a giggling Lily ran down with a wet and grumpy James on her heels.

"Ugh! Mum, I swear, the next time you send this baby to get me up, I will hex you when I'm of age!"

Ginny simply raised her eyebrow as if to say, 'Hex me? Maybe someone needs bat bogeys' as Lily protested against being a baby. Albus, all the while was calmly eating his buttered toast. To get back order, Harry shouted, 'Silence!' and the room was filled with serenity.

Maybe this was how the Potters had their breakfast. It's an entirely different story in my household with Rose and Hugo jumping up and down on my bed to wake me up. They even go as far as they can and get Crookshanks, Hermione's cat, to purr violently in my ears!

Breakfast was a peaceful affair with jokes being talked and beverages being spilt, with Ginny shouting at a smirking James all the while and Harry rolling his eyes, yet looking fondly at his family.         

Well, this was good. A new experience. Maybe even I should learn from them to joke around while having our meals and snatch books whenever Rose starts reading them. Soon it was time to leave. I had to get back to my family and work. Get back to Rose and Hugo. And to Hermione and her books.

This experience sure was great and now, I'm not gonna tell, 'Oh, just why did I agree to come here?' because I enjoyed this night over even though I faced some problems. The problems are worth facing if my best mate is happy, yes.

"Alright then mate. I guess it's time to leave, see you in office tomorrow, yeah?"

"Sure thing mate. It was nice having you over. Bring Hermione and little Rose and Hugo next time," Harry replied, cheerfully, wrapping his arm around Ginny's waist. I nodded.

Ginny hugged me and whispered, "You'll get a nice dinner the next time, okay?"

I laughed and hugged her back, "Else I will make it a point to hex you, Gin-Gin."

She rolled her eyes but smiled.

"Bye Uncle Ron!" James shouted with a smirk. I laughed and ruffled his hair, "Hey! It's already messy! Don't make it more messy!" he retaliated back, which caused everyone to burst out laughing.

"Oi, don't blame me, blame your father," I said as James turned to the other raven head in question.

"Hey! Don't blame me, blame your grandfather!" Harry said jokingly and we laughed again. Lily gave me a small drawing which she and Albus had made together. It contained myself, Lily, Al on my shoulders and James who looked a bit out of place in the drawing as if they had forgotten to add him there and was painted after the completion of the portrait. I smiled warmly at them and enveloped them into an embrace.

"Good bye."

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*Hermione's POV*
The crisp morning wind blew against my face and made my bushy hair fly. I was apparently standing on the front porch of our house and waiting for my husband.

Ronald must be here now. It's half past 9 and Rose and Hugo are already home from The Burrow. The bizarre thing is that George Weasley came over to drop the kids. He lives in a flat above his shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, with Angelina usually. I don't know how he was at The Burrow today, so early in the morning. Seems a bit suspicious.

A loud crack interrupted my train of thoughts. I shook my head before looking at the recently arrived person - Ron. "Ronald Weasley!" I yelled at my husband, who was currently wearing a lopsided grin. "Why are you so late?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Sorry Hermione, I had breakfast at Harry's and it took time," he replied, scratching the back of his head while looking at the chicken pen.

I sighed before smiling. Food. That's what he lives for. "Alright. It's your turn to feed the chickens. Rose and Hugo are home and don't draw attention to yourself before feeding the chickens. Else they will make a mess by joining the coop," I warned. He nodded his head and set off to feed the chickens which we have been specially growing for him. I shook my head again and turned around to make my way into our house when I heard a scream. Ron's scream! I rapidly turned around, wand in hand and my eyes met the most bizarre scene in the world: chickens were chasing Ron?!

"HELP! HERMIONE! HELP!!! ARGH! GET OFF ME! GEOFF! OI!!! HELP! HELL! BL-"

What on Earth was happening?! Rose, Hugo and George apparently heard Ron's swears and came running out. Rose looked horrified as Hugo and George burst out laughing. I turned to my brother-in-law. This was why he is here! It must be his prank!

"GEORGE WEASLEY! YOU STOP THIS RIGHT NOW! THIS INSTANT!"

He was still choking for air because of his laughter.

"HELP! COCKS! CHICKEN GETOFF! HERMIONE! GEORGE! HELL!" Ron shouted as several hens pecked him, some even flying to sit on his head.

He instantly ran in and brought a muggle camera with him. He clicked another photo and now, I couldn't help but smile. It was indeed hilarious. But I can't laugh right now, I must help my husband.

"Finite Incantatem!" I said as I pointed my wand at Ron. The chickens temporarily stopped, looking confused; but started chasing Ron again. Okay, what incredible spell work is this?

"George," I said in a commanding tone. He was still laughing his head off. I sighed. "Immobulus," now the chickens moved, rather floated slowly. Ron fell to his knees and we ran to him. "Are you alright?" I asked concerned.

"Took – you – long – enough," he said in between breaths. He looked really pale which made his freckles stand out. His red hair was completely disheveled and his clothes were half ripped apart. I helped him up and after sending a glare at the now innocent looking George, took Ron to our bedroom. Ron needed his rest.

After tucking Ron in, I walked downstairs where I saw George sneaking around. "GEORGE WEASLEY!" I shouted which caught his, as well as the kids' attention .

"Yes, Mrs Granger-Weasley?" he asked innocently, his eyes holding a mischievous glint.

"What did you do to the chickens?!"

"Chickens? No, nothing that I am aware of, Granger."

"Why are you sneaking around then?"

"What? Can't I honestly walk around my dear favourite brother's house? I'm hurt, Hermione," George answered, feigning hurt and clutching his heart. I rolled my eyes at the act.

"What did you do to Ron then?" I asked, a bit harshly.

"Ron? I don't know. He's my favorite brother after all. I might or might not have asked someone to slip him a chicken love potion."

"What?!" I shrieked. I haven't heard of a chicken love potion. "Who, just who did you ask?"

"Dunno, maybe my favorite brother-in-law? Or maybe my dear twin who is apparently saint-like in the heavens. Rest in peace, Freddie. I'm holey." He sobered up a little, before disapparating.

I let out a deep breath which I didn't know I was holding. "Expecto Patronum." A silver otter bound out of my wand and swimmed around in the air before floating before me. "Go and fetch Harry and Ginny." The otter nodded before dissipating. I sighed again before slumping into a nearby couch. Oh, just why did he agree to go there?

*Harry's PoV*

"Ha, that was fun. I am waiting for George to send the khoto," Ginny said, looking excited. We had just used Ron as a test subject to George's new product.

"Me too, love, me too," I replied, grinning, not even bothering to correct her muggle language.

"Will you show me the koto too, dad?" Lily asked, with puppy dog eyes.

"Of course, sweetheart." She grinned. Albus simply rolled his eyes but couldn't stop a smile and James was smirking: the famous Potter smirk.

"Does anyone need treacle tart?" my wife asked.

"You know the answer to that, Gin," I said, looking as much innocent as I can. She rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen to fetch my favorite dessert - treacle tart!

I was helping myself to the second plate of treacle tart when a white otter patronus materialised in front of us. "HARRY JAMES POTTER! YOU GET YOUR SORRY HEAD HERE, RIGHT NOW! WITH GINNY TOO! DON'T YOU DARE IGNORE ME LEST YOU WANT TO GET HEXED!" I grimaced at Hermione's tone. I had seen this coming. Hopefully Ginny would be there to save my head.

"Come on Gin, wands on. James, Lily and Al are your resp-nevermind Jamie. Al, James and Lily are your responsibility. Make sure they don't turn the house upside down. I love you all and if I don't return, don't be sad, keep your mother happy and most importantly, become a part of the Quidditch team, okay?"

The other four occupants of the room all rolled their eyes dramatically. "Okay dad, take care," Albus said as Lily gave me a tight hug. I returned it back and ruffled James' hair, "Dad! It's already messy!"

I laughed, "Okay okay, see you son."

"Ready?" I asked Ginny. Ginny nodded and kissed my cheek. I nodded to the kids before side-apparating with my wife, to my unfortunate fate in the hands of my sister in all-but-blood. Who knows how long I would live? The headlines of The Daily Prophet flashed in my head,  'conqueror of no-nose dies at the hands of best friend'. Well that's brilliant!

We apparated to Ron's to meet with the most messiest feathery place on earth. Seems like the chickens love their master. I looked at Ginny who was trying to suppress her laughter which turned into a snort. I wrinkled my nose and slipped my hand into hers as we walked to the front door where a bushy haired brunette was standing, looking furious. I gulped, okay, we shouldn't have played this prank.

What I expected was completely different from what happened.

Hermione started laughing madly and hugged us both.

You heard me right.

Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley did it.

Oh, Daniel Radcliffe is here in the wizarding world. He is specifically in my house right now. Something which never happens. Understand my sass, for I am breaking the fourth wall.

I was interrupted with a hard thump on my head by my wife. "Oi! Don't zone out yet. Yet."

"Yeah, right."

"What's the sudden change, my favorite sister-in-law?" Ginny asked, sweetly. For those who don't know her and her sense of humor, they wouldn't have guessed that she said it in a cheeky manner.

"Well, that was damn brilliant!"

"Wait, Hermione just used a swear word. What in the world is left to see, Gin?"

"No idea, perhaps you dancing around like a monkey, love." I rolled my eyes. So did Hermione.

"Alright. Since Ron proved to be a brilliant test subject, why don't you release him from the effect of the potion, Mr Potter?" Hermione asked.

"Umm...the problem is..." I stuttered.

"The problem is...?"

"We don't know how or how long it will last," Ginny replied, bluntly.

"Oh..."

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*Third Person's PoV*

It was so rumored that when Ronald Weasley went to his office the next day, the chickens residing in the coop of their house followed him into the very room of his office. The aurors, excluding Harry Potter of course, were unable to get rid of the winged creatures as they flew about Ron's room, making a very stinky and feathery mess. It took several house elfs to clean the office and the head auror to banish the chickens from the room. The chickens were supposedly, sitting in Nigeria, Africa from where they can never reach the UK, at least not for two years. Harry Potter never really bothered to even take a look at his brother-in-law's office and he merely shrugged it off whenever asked to help. For, he knew it was a lost case.

Meanwhile, James Sirius Potter, Fred Weasley II and George Weasley succeeded in making Professor Minerva McGonagall drink the same potion. Perhaps, Hagrid would soon be chasing his flock of chickens. That might be another tale for me to tell, later in time. Until then, all was well besides the fact that the chickens in the United Kingdom were going crazy.

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A/N: Hey guys! I meant this to be a short one-shot but, oops. The total word count is 4495. Hope you laughed your hearts out at this, if not, I'm sorry.
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Edit: Corrected minor mistakes.

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