NOT

This is, in no way, shape, or form, happening, You think yourself so high and mighty, sending those curses sailing through the air at innocent school children. You have another thing coming then, don't you?

MY

This is where you went so horribly wrong. You've messed with a child of Molly Weasley. This motley crew that you death eaters love to torment so, they are all mine. Oh, and I do hope this will make you realize that money has absolutely nothing to do with power. Because if there's one thing that the Weasleys are rich in, its strength. And love.

DAUGHTER

This girl, this little girl. How can you stand yourself? She's just a child, for heavens sake. I carried her for nine months, I've raised her for the past sixteen years, and I saw her develop into the fierce woman she is today. My only girl. My baby.

YOU

Despicable, vile, loathsome creature. For you are the one who mercilessly tortured two of my best friends, Frank and Alice Longbottom. Their poor, poor son has been orphaned, a fate no one should suffer at an age that young, because of you. You've killed my comrade, Sirius, though he was much more than an ally. He was the godfather of my dear Harry, a boy who has undergone more pain in his life then anybody I know, and at the tender age of seventeen. You tore him apart by killing that loyal canine. You are a disgustingly proud member of a group that ought to endure a fate worse than death, the Death Eaters of Voldemort. It is your people who killed my brothers. It is your people who murdered my son, my little baby boy who grew to become such a strong, and surprisingly complex man. My Fred.

BITCH!

AVADA KEDAVRA!