An extra scene as compensation for not updating for so long. It's not plot relevant at all. Just filled with a couple of little ideas I've had but never found the context to use.

Third Person POV

"Voldemort," Hermione said again, looking at Percy. "Voldemort."

Percy's eyebrows furrowed, and he thought for a second before he spoke. "Moldyshorts."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "He's your grandfather, Percy. Could you please just say his name right?"

Percy nodded, trying again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Hermione threw her hands up, exasperated. "Oh, but that you can say. I know you can say it. So why won't you?"

Percy ran a hand through his hair, looking at her from across the dining table in the Burrow. "I see the way his name affects people, Hermione. He was the darkest wizard in generations, if I remember correctly. Names hold power."

Hermione's eyebrow shot up. "So you're scared of him? Dumbledore says that fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself."

Percy shook his head. "There are some things you should be scared of, Hermione. My mortal grandfather is not one of them. Then again, I wasn't here to experience some of the things he's done, and I know he's done some pretty horrific things. But if it makes you feel any better, I'll say his name."

Hermione leaned forward in anticipation, but Percy only grinned wider. "Voldy Mole."

She threw her hands up. "That's even worse than Moldyshorts! I give up."

She walked out of the room, leaving Percy to his lunch. He was just about to give himself a mental pat on the back when the witch rushed back into the room with a book under her arm.

She opened it up to a page, placing it in front of Percy. "This is your grandfather."

He took a bite of pizza before peering at the picture. "Oh, I know that guy!"

Hermione was so shocked she didn't respond. Percy pointed excitedly at Voldemort's snarling image before saying, "You should've shown me this sooner! I knew that is was on the right track with Moldyshorts! That's Moldy Warp from that one episode of Ben 10!"

"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, sounding slightly offended, "Moldy Warp looked nothing like this! Besides his entire face being flat, his nose completely stuck out, he had less than five toes and fingers on each foot or hand, not to mention the full head of white fur and..." She trailed off, blushing a little as she noticed Harry, Ron, and Mr. Weasley staring at her.

"What?" Hermione asked, "I liked to watch American cartoons as a kid." Mr. Weasley just chuckled at her, turning back to his newspaper.

"These are just fascinating," he mused aloud, turning a page, "The pictures don't move. How do they do that?"

Percy had known that Ron's dad was a pureblood wizard who had found an interest in Muggle items that anyone else would consider normal, but he had to admit, this was a little much.

"Tell me, Ginny," The man said, looking at the crossword, "Do you know a three letter word for mistaken or incorrect?"

Ginny smiled at her father from across the room. "Of course, dad. Ron."

"Don't be silly, Ginny," Mr. Weasley scolded her, earning a grateful smile from Ron, "The first letter is 'e'."

"Dad!" Ron shouted indignantly, the tips of his ears blending into his red hair.

He turned to his son with a clueless expression, making the rest of the Burrow residents laugh.

"I think the word you're looking for is err, Mr. Weasley." Hermione said, shooting her boyfriend a look that said what would you do without me?

He filled it in with a quill, muttering a quick, "Yes, thank you, Hermione."

"Get back here, Percy," she called, not having to turn around to know that the son of Poseidon was sneaking away behind her back.

"But Hermione!" He cried, doing whatever it took to get out of another lecture about his noseless grandpa. "I promised George I'd test out his new, uh, Cramping Cannoli. Yeah, bye."

"I'm sure George wouldn't mind inflicting a terrible illness on you some other time. Now sit back down." Hermione ordered.

Harry pushed his glasses up with a finger, saying, "I wouldn't bother trying to argue, Percy. Education is kind of a hobby of hers. I don't understand it and we've been best mates for years."

"Speaking of hobbies," Percy said, becoming desperate, "What do you do in your spare time, aside from Quidditch and saving the world."

Harry only rolled his eyes, "I'd tell you all about avoiding Hermione's lessons with weak excuses, but it seems you've already got that one in the bag."

Percy narrowed his eyes at the wizard, muttering, "So do you like Pottery?"

Harry rolled his eyes again, making Percy wonder if he could make the older boy dizzy just by asking questions. So he tried again.

"Does anyone have any cookies?" Percy asked innocently, watching to see Harry's reaction

He didn't roll his eyes, but he was certainly exasperated with him at this point. "It's always cookies with you. Why does it always have to be cookies?"

"Cookies are the most important thing in the world to me," Percy said dreamily.

Annabeth cleared her throat loudly from across the room.

"Um," Percy revised, "Cookies are tied for the most important thing in the world to me."

Annabeth was the one who rolled her eyes this time, which surprised Percy. "Yes," she said sourly, "That totally saved it."

"What about this next one?" Mr. Weasley asked, breaking the silence in the room, "An eight letter word for without imperfections."

Percy took a moment to count on his fingers. He quickly settled on his response. "Annabeth."

Harry groaned, shoving his face into his hands. "We get it Percy, you're the best boyfriend. Now will you stop making the rest of us look bad?"

"Oh come off it, Percy," Ron said, agreeing with Harry. "Even Annabeth's not perfect."

Percy only turned to look at her, where she had left to play wizard chess with Ginny, unaware of what was happening.

"That's because you've never seen the way her silvery gray eyes light up on a sunny day when we see famous monuments," he responded, "You've never seen the way her golden curls fall around her shoulders when she laughs. You've never seen the dangerous gleam in her eyes when I've done something stupid that tells me I'm about to die but still looks beautiful anyway."

Harry snickered. "Trust me, Percy. We've all seen that last one plenty of times."

"You know, Ron," Hermione said nonchalantly, "My name has eight letters, too."

Ron blushed, about to say but you have flaws, but the food in his mouth rendered him unable to talk and made him think it over, saving his life in the process.

He swallowed hard and managed a weak smile, saying, "The word is flawless, dad," in order to avoid his girlfriend's stare.

Instead of pursuing the matter, Hermione turned back to Percy.

"Voldemort," she said hopefully.

"Moldyshorts."

"Ugh!"