the end of the beginning--harry potter fan fiction

"FRED! GEORGE!" Hermione screamed and stormed into the twin brothers' room. "WHERE, EXACTLY, IS MY PREFECT BADGE?!" she screamed into their faces.
"Jeese, lady! We don't know! Whats gotten into you? I like it..." Fred said smoothly.
"Now don't you even START with me!" exclaimed Hermione, calming down slightly.
"Well, hope you find it, but we are on a very tight schedule here." exclaimed George, hopping to his feet, and disappearing with a loud "CRACK!"
Hermione stormed out of the room, muttering to herself, still fuming.
"What's going on here?" demanded the plump, flaming red-haired Molly Weasley.
"Fred and George took my prefect badge and they know they did!" Hermione snapped.
"...Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. They didn't take your badge, I polished it
just now for you; it's laying on your bed." Explained Ms. Weasley.
"O...Oh...s-sorry...I'll just go...do my parchment assignment..."
Hermione stuttered, embarrassed. She made her way up the stairs with her head down. She then did not realize who she was about to walk by.
"Oh, blimey, did you SEE your face!" Sniggered Fred, pulling up an extendable ear from the bottom hallway. Hermione pulled out her wand and screamed "Accio door!" The bathroom door flew toward her. Why, did she need a door, of all things? Hermione, being clever enough to hurt the twins by doing no direct magic, intended for the door to sweep them over as it made it's way to her. And that was exactly what it did.
"BLIMEY, Hermione, what was that for?" Demanded Fred and George in unison, emerging from the dust and drywall pile on the floor. Hermione said nothing accept the spell to repair the wall and steered herself into her room and shut the door.
"Fred! George! Mom needs you to cut up the celery sticks for the salad
tonight--WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS TIME?" Screamed Ginny as she climbed up the stairs of the second floor.
"It was not us, Ginny, and don't be nosy!" Fred snapped.
"Yeah, Hermione went berserk and crashed it into us!" George shot at Ginny. "Oh dear, daddy will be here any minute with the minister! You ruin E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G!" She yelled at them and stormed off.
"E-V-E-Y-H--what? what's that supposed to spell?" Fred looked at George, who looked through the window and at the minister, approaching the burrow.