Yankee Accents

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Yankee Accents

Chapter Four: Visitation Rights

Written by: Auburn Lily

That night Hermione stayed with the Weasley's in Ginny's room like old times, and that next morning they set out for St. Mungo's. Ron brought all of his children along, so Hermione got to meet them. After Allyn there was Siobhan and Aidan, who were five year old twins, and just as mischievous as Fred and George had been (if not more so), Brendan who was three, and Brina, the one year old baby girl. They all had golden-red hair, and brown or sea green eyes and they all were incredibly cute.

Right now they were lounging on Mrs. Weasley's huge bed. The healers had given her a large suite, considering she had been there for such a long time. Siobhan and Aidan were silently waging war on who got to sit next to their grandmother.

"Hermione dear," Molly said feebly, reaching out a wrinkled, withered hand. "I'm so glad you could finally come." She looked absolutely terrible. Her once rosy cheeks were sunken and pallor and her vibrant hair was now gray and wispy.

Hermione withdrew her hand after Molly had fallen into another sleep, and turned to Ron and Harry, who were the only other adults in the room, with concern etched all over her forehead.

"What is it she is sick with?"

"They don't know," Harry replied regretfully. "It's a mystery. They've never seen anything like it. She's been sick for an entire year. And the weird thing is, as soon as she got sick, she aged. And she hasn't gone backwards ever since. They don't know what the cure is; they don't know when it will go away. Nobody does."

Ron didn't say anything, just stared wistfully at his sleeping mum, before finally noticing what his naughty twins were doing. They had successfully knocked over all of the items that had been on top of Molly's nightstand, and were now rolling on the floor of the infirmary, sporadically knocking into the bed or chairs.

Brendan was giggling madly and Allyn, who tried to pretend she was adult-like and sophisticated like her mother, was laughing behind her hand, her shoulders shaking with silent mirth.

"Aidan! Siobhan! Stop it this instant!!" he yelled. Unfortunately for him, the twins never listened to him. Instead they knocked over a table, which was covered in magazines and heavy books and in all of the chaos and noise Molly was woken up. She looked around frantically and Hermione rushed over to her to calm her down. Ron grabbed Aidan from atop of Siobhan, who was still snarling like a rabid animal and walked to the door, before throwing him at Sinead's feet.

"This," he hissed, pointing to Aidan's crumpled form on the ground, panting and scratched, "is why they are never to be in mum's room at the same time."

Harry, in the meantime, was busy picking up the spilled items. Siobhan sat in one of the large cozies and placed her hands in her lap complacently, crossing her legs, emulating her older sister. Allyn glared at her. Her hair was extremely tangled and her freckled cheeks were flushed and bruised from continuous contact with corners and wooden objects. She sat tall, full of composure, until her father came striding back into the room, positively livid with anger. Ron pointed harshly to the door and Siobhan pouted and stood up, dragging her feet and hanging her shoulders all the way to the exit.

Hermione grimaced after Molly had calmed down and gone back to sleep.

"We should probably go," Harry said hurriedly, spotting Allyn and Brendan both eyeing the books that still lay on the ground.

"Come along Allyn, Brendan," Hermione said. Allyn, the most obedient of them all, stood up and walked elegantly from the room. Brendan, on the other hand, wishing to bask in the after math of his brother and sisters fight, refused to budge. In fact, he began to bounce on the bed. "Harry, quick, get Sinead," Hermione shut out of the corner of her mouth. Harry sprinted out of the room, and soon was back with Sinead, who immediately grabbed a kicking, and screaming Brendan from the bed. Hermione and Harry followed Sinead out of the room, closing the door silently behind them.

"Officially, our welcome has been worn out," Ron spat, looking positively maniacal with surprised wrath. He glared at Siobhan, Aidan, and Brendan (who was looking quite pleased with himself), and said, "You three are never coming to see grandmamma here again. The next time you will see her is when she is better." All three of them pouted more than they had been before.

Sinead and the others who had not been in to visit Molly yet went into the room. Hermione took Brina from Sinead, and Ron said that they would be back home.

"So Hermione," Harry said, as they walked back to the lower level. "Have you thought any more about the Christmas Reunion party?"

"Oh yes," Ron said, forgetting about his children's mishaps. "You must come. Everyone will be so surprised to see you back." Unfortunately for Ron, he did not spot Aidan, Siobhan, and Brendan sneak quickly and quietly into a door entitled "Lab Work: KEEP OUT!"

The next thing they heard was a suspicious, uproarious sound emitted from the room, and the three soon joined them once more.

"I won't go to it in a million years. No one can know that I'm back other than you guys," Hermione said firmly, clutching a sleeping Brina tightly to her chest. Ron and Harry both rolled their eyes and they all continued down the flight of stairs, Siobhan, Aidan, and Brendan keeping unusually close to them.