The Burrow was bustling with activity, the sounds of chatter and laughter filling the air. Harry Potter stood at the center of the Weasley's crowded living room, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. It was now or never.

"Everyone, can I have your attention?" Harry called out loudly, his voice cutting through the noise. The room fell silent, all eyes turning towards him. He swallowed hard, glancing at Ginny, who smiled back at him, unaware of what he was about to say. He steeled himself. "I have something important to tell you all."

Hermione's brow furrowed in curiosity, while Ron looked at him expectantly. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley paused in their preparations, waiting for Harry to continue.

"I'm in love with Daphne Greengrass," Harry announced, his voice firm and clear.

For a moment, there was stunned silence, as if the entire room had collectively forgotten to breathe. Then, chaos erupted.

Hermione's jaw dropped, her eyes wide with shock. "What?!"

Ron Weasley, sitting next to her, reacted as if he'd been struck by lightning. His chair toppled backward as he sprang to his feet, his face contorted in rage. "You're what?! Have you lost your mind, Harry?" he shouted, his voice cracking with fury. "Consorting with snakes? Aiding the enemy?!"

Ginny's face went pale, and then she turned bright red with anger. "You what?" she screamed, grabbing the nearest thing—an apple pie—and hurling it at Harry. "You bastard!" She picked up another dish and threw it, her obscenities echoing through the room.

Mr. Weasley, seeing the chaos unfold, tried to intervene. "Ginny, Ron, enough!" he bellowed, drawing his wand. "Silencio!" But his spell missed as Ginny ducked, and it hit a teapot instead, sending it crashing to the floor.

Mrs. Weasley, enraged at the sight of her children in such disarray, turned on her husband. "Arthur, how dare you?!" she shouted, firing a spell at him. "Protego!" Mr. Weasley deflected it, but the spell ricocheted and hit Bill, who had just walked into the room.

Bill, now caught in the crossfire, retaliated instinctively. "Stupefy!" he cried, aiming at his mother. Fleur, his wife, joined in, casting a shield charm to protect them both. "Molly, stop this madness!"

Percy stood in shock, unable to comprehend the scene before him. "Bill, how could you attack Mum?" he demanded, drawing his wand. "Expelliarmus!"

Fred and George, always up for some chaos, sided with their parents. "Percy, you're a git!" Fred yelled, firing a hex at him. "We can't believe you'd side with them!"

George joined in, adding his own spells to the mix. The living room became a battleground, spells flying in every direction, and the noise was deafening.

Hermione, who had been standing in stunned silence, finally found her voice. "What is wrong with all of you?" she screamed, but her voice was drowned out by the pandemonium. She turned to Harry, her expression a mix of disbelief and exasperation. "Harry, we need to get out of here!"

Harry nodded, taking her hand. "Let's go," he said, leading her towards the door. "Anywhere else but here."

As they stepped outside, leaving the cacophony behind them, Hermione shook her head. "I can't believe how quickly they lost their minds," she muttered.

Harry sighed, glancing back at the house. "All because of a single Slytherin," he said, shaking his head. He turned to Hermione with a small smile. "Fancy a trip to Hogsmeade?"

Hermione smiled back, relieved to be away from the chaos. "Sounds perfect," she said. "Let's go."

Together, they disapparated, leaving behind the Burrow in utter disarray, a testament to the power of unexpected news and deeply rooted rivalries.