In June 1996, some hikers were on the road in the English countryside early one morning.

"Hey mate," said one. "Will you catch up? We don't want to be standing here at night."

A horrifying scream of rage suddenly boomed around them, making them jump in fright.

They looked around for the source of the noise but couldn't see anything. They were basically in the middle of nowhere. Despite not seeing anything, they marked the road and went back the way they came to inform the police.

But the scream of rage was real. Behind Muggle repelling charms sat a manor house. Inside that manor house was an extremely angry Dark Lord.

"CRUCIO," he cast at Bellatrix, who screamed in ecstasy. "I GAVE YOU ONE MISSION. ONE MISSION. TO RETRIEVE THAT PROPHECY AND NOW EVERYONE KNOWS OF MY RETURN."

Voldemort knew though it was not Bellatrix's fault. He blamed Lucius more than anything. He was the one leading the Ministry Raid, after all.

But there was one person he blamed above all else.

Harry Potter.

Time and time again confronting the boy always was a disaster. A bloody teenaged brat somehow managed to get the upper hand every single time his Death Eaters were involved.

This time though, he changed his plan. He was able to find out plenty of information on the boy, courtesy of the traitorous Wormtail, who had been around the boy for a near three years.

He dismissed the whimpering Bella. "Get out of my sight before I really lose my temper."

He grabbed hold of his wand and pressed it against the Dark Mark on his right arm.

"Corban Yaxley, come now," ordered Voldemort.

Within moments Yaxley was in the room, bowing to his Dark Lord and kissing his boots..

"Stand."

Yaxley did so.

"Yaxley, the continued survival of Harry Potter is irking me, but the boy is too well protected," said Voldemort. "However, there may be some people the boy is close to that aren't. I can think of one person in particular. I want you to find this person – and kill them."

Voldemort wrote down the name of the person and gave it to Yaxley.

"Do not fail me,"

llIIllIIll

Three days later Voldemort was feeling quite relaxed, resting his eyes.

Yaxley had stepped up his game and had killed the person he wanted killed. He knew that Potter would certainly be feeling the sting of the loss. After losing his godfather less than a week ago the boy would be vulnerable. Perhaps the boy would come out of hiding to hunt him down personally. The Dark Lord would be happy with this. Potter could easily land here on a silver platter.

He cackled.

"DON'T YOU LAUGH LIKE THAT, YOUNG MAN," came a shrill voice.

Voldemort fell out of his chair at the rebuke and landed rather painfully on his arse.

He looked up at the figure above him and he blanched.

The ghost of Molly Weasley was glaring down at him.

"What are you doing on the floor," she demanded. "Your face is filthy. Get into that bathroom and wash your face."

Furious, Voldemort stood up. "You are not the boss of me," he screamed, like an errant child. "And not in my own home either."

A shrieking laugh reverberated throughout the room.

"This is not your home," she laughed. "You're just in hiding like a little coward. Now get in there and wash your face."

"Make me," said Voldemort defiantly, daring the woman with his eyes to go ahead and try.

That was a mistake.

He never thought a ghost would be able to drag him. He tried holding onto the table to escape her vice like grip on his legs, but she was apparently stronger.

"Now get in there and wash your face."

And with that declaration, he was tossed into the bathroom. His head came in landing inside the toilet bowl. He hadn't even flushed it yet.

He washed his face with a scowl as he thought one thing.

WHAT THE HELL DID YAXLEY DO?

llIIllIIll

"Milord," Yaxley greeted, as he came in to the drawing room.

"CRUCIO," screeched Voldemort.

Yaxley dropped to the floor and screamed like the little girl he was.

"Yaxley," drawled Voldemort, standing over the cowed Death Eater. "What did you do when you killed that Weasley harridan?"

"I cast the Killing Curse and left as quickly as possible," whimpered Yaxley. "She's dead."

Voldemort grabbed Yaxley off the floor and wandlessly slammed him into the wall.

"Did she turn into a ghost?" screamed Voldemort.

"Milord," Yaxley asked, apparently confused.

"Tommy, I'm home," came the voice Voldemort hated more than anything right now.

"Some fresh fruit here for you to eat," came the preening voice. "Come eat it before your skin grows any paler."

Yaxley knew that voice at once and paled instantly.

"DUMBASS," Voldemort bellowed into his face.

Yaxley finally did something he had not done once in his life. He wet his pants in fear.

"What's that smell," Molly screeched. "Tommy, did you wet yourself again."

Voldemort felt his rage boiling over.

"I thought we had this conversation last night. It's unnatural for a sixty-something man to wet himself."

Voldemort exploded, casting every blasting curse he could think of into the wall in front of him.

llIIllIIll

Five days.

It had been five days since that blasted ghost of Molly Weasley came to Malfoy Manor and made his life a living hell.

"And we need to get this room cleaned up. It's much to depressing to host a meeting."

Voldemort gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the blasted ghost. He was pretty sure that if his eyes weren't already red, that they would be blood-shot by now because he had spent the last few days trying to find a way to get rid of the infernal thing, and he had not slept at all. The Malfoy family library had not been very useful on how to get rid of it, but he had made Lucius pay for that.

He had tried everything to get rid of her though. He tried apparating, only to find that it would show up a few minutes later. He tried running, only to find it running at an unnatural rate of speed next to him. He tried once again to blast her away from him with a variety of banishing spells.

Not even Fiendfyre or an exorcism worked on the bloody thing, and that was saying something!

In Voldemort's entire life he had never encountered something so infuriating, insolent, aggravating, disrespectful, and cheeky. She mocked him, scolded him, talked back, made him do housework and there was nothing he could do about it.

She had to go, she just had to, but he couldn't do anything to make it go away. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, he could find, and it was maddening. He couldn't banish her, couldn't torture her, couldn't out run her, and he hated her with a passion.

But the worst part was that he was hosting a Death Eater meeting that night. He really needed status reports but did not trust Molly Weasley to not show up and embarrass him.

llIIllIIll

He managed to get Molly Weasley occupied in time for the meeting.

He was going to make it a quick meeting and have them all gone.

"Severus. What do you have for me," ordered Voldemort.

"My lord," said Severus. "Dumbledore is personally investigating the death of Molly Weasley. He has stated that something has gone wrong with her death, but he won't share his conclusions. Meanwhile the Order are running around like chickens as they fear their previous meeting place has been discovered. There has not been a meeting held yet."

Voldemort nodded at that. However, he was intrigued about what Severus said about Molly Weasley. Even Dumbledore was beginning to catch on, although how much he knew, Voldemort wasn't sure of.

"Yaxley, report," bellowed Voldemort. He was still not happy with him.

"My Lord, I –"

"WHAT HAPPENED HERE!" came a screech.

Voldemort closed his eyes.

No, please. Don't let her come in here. I don't deserve this. Voldemort thought furiously. Please, I beg you fates. Don't let her –

"Thomas Marvolo Riddle," screeched Molly. Her ethereal presence floated through the wall. "What have I told you about flushing the toilet?"

She turned her gaze to Severus. "Hello, Severus," said Molly. "Quite the fine day we're having."

Severus Snape just stared at her in shock. "And how is the great Albus Dumbledore, the best wizard of all. Is he well?"

Severus wanted to nod but didn't, settling on a glare.

"I believe I made it very clear young man," Voldemort scowled at her. "If you're going to live in someone else's house you clean up after yourself. I can't tell if that's either a normal number two or you actually had diarrhoea. Get in there and flush it."

Voldemort wanted to yell at the woman to go away. He could tell that more than half of his Death Eaters were on the verge of bursting into laughter.

Just as he was about to tell the woman to go away, he saw her flexing her arms and making a pulling motion.

He did not want to get dragged on the floor again so he reluctantly got up and went into the bathroom adjoining the room.

He flushed the toilet and made to leave. But he was stopped.

"Turn around and look what you just did," Molly reprimanded harshly.

Voldemort scowled and turned around, only for his eyes to widen in horror. The toilet was unable to flush.

"There's the plunger, Tommy," said Molly harshly. "Grab it and fix your mistake."

"But that'll take ages," Voldemort hissed quietly. "And I have a meeting."

"I'll take care of it."

Voldemort sighed in relief, under the impression the woman meant she would do it.

"ALL RIGHT, ALL YOU DEATH EATER SCUM, GET OUT NOW," she screeched. "Tommy has to unblock the toilet and clean up his mess in there. It's worse than a pair of twins with soiled diapers."

Voldemort turned red in fury as that was all it took to have his Death Eaters start laughing like lunatics out there.

"STOP LAUGHING," screeched Molly. "It's not his fault he has the bowels of a baby."

The laughter was now deafening. Voldemort wanted to cry. Just what had he done in a past life to deserve this.

Grabbing the plunger, he thrust it in as hard as he could down the toilet.

However, in his fury, he slammed it in too hard that the stuff went flying from the force, where the majority of it landed on his face.

Molly looked in. "Ah you poor baby, did you get some poop on your face."

Voldemort honestly thought the Manor would come down with the laughter that was coming from outside the room.

When the laughter stopped he knew they had left, he slumped down on the floor and cried.

"Well, that's a natural smell," Molly blanched. "Have a shower when you're done."

And she left.

llIIllIIll

That night, after he was cleaned up, he approached Molly Weasley.

"What will it take to get rid of you?" he asked.

Voldemort finally realised he hadn't simply asked her what was to be done.

"You have to actually die," said Molly simply. "Which means no Horcruxes."

"How do you know about them?" growled Tom.

"Us ghosts easily have communication with the other side," spat Molly. "And Salazar Slytherin says you're a spoilt brat and that he is ashamed of you."

Voldemort was furious it was his only option. But he would do anything to get away from the ghost of Molly Weasley.

llIIllIIll

Voldemort was incandescent with fury when he came out of the cave.

That traitor Black had taken his locket. Salazar Slytherin's locket was lost.

He searched his senses and was able to detect it still working, but he had no idea where it was.

He had retrieved his other Horcruxes though. Bellatrix had retrieved Hufflepuff's Cup. Snape had retrieved the Diadem, and he himself went after the Peverell Ring.

During his sense search, he discovered to his horror that Harry Potter was one.

He personally wanted to cast the Killing Curse at the boy to destroy it, but Molly had vowed she would follow him into the afterlife if he even considered it.

He had spent the next week making a potion that would destroy the Horcrux in Harry Potter. Severus would then smuggle it into Potter's drink when he returned to school in three months.

But those three months with Molly Weasley was pure hell.

llIIllIIll

Molly had found his locket.

She refused to divulge where she found it, but when he described it to her, she had disappeared for six hours.

He had been hoping she wouldn't come back, but sadly she did, and she made him destroy it in front of her.

The school year had finally begun, and his Horcrux in Harry Potter had been destroyed. He had already killed Nagini a few months ago.

All his Horcruxes were now destroyed.

llIIllIIll

"I don't want to kill myself," demanded Voldemort, glaring at Molly. "I've changed my mind."

"There's a doxy infestation in the attic," said Molly, harshly. "Do you wish to do it now, or will I drag you there."

"AVADA KEDAVRA," bellowed Voldemort, pointing his wand at himself. He crumpled to the ground, dead.

llIIllIIll

Molly glared at the smouldering remains of Voldemort as his body turned into dust. No spirit came out, no sign of him appeared at all.

Knowing her business here was finished, she left.

Molly knew she only had a few hours left as her unfinished business was now complete.

So she went home to The Burrow. She wanted to say goodbye to her husband.

llIIllIIll

It was now night-time at The Burrow.

Molly felt tears come to her eyes. She would never get the chance to see her children get married or meet her grandchildren.

She understood fate always had other ideas. But it didn't mean she liked it.

She went through the wall to her and Arthur's bedroom.

Arthur wasn't sleeping. He was staring right at a photo of her and him from their Hogwarts days. Their were both clutching each other and laughing.

"Arthur," she spoke, putting her arm around him.

Arthur jumped.

"Molly," he mumbled. "Is it really you."

"I'm here to say goodbye, Arthur," said Molly. "I have been a spirit for three months. And I spent that time nagging You-Know-Who to death."

"What?" asked Arthur, stunned.

"Don't be so surprised," said Molly. "I know I am quite nagging. He finally killed himself an hour ago to get away from me. My mission is accomplished."

"Only you, Molly," smiled Arthur.

"I've come here to say goodbye, Arthur," said Molly. "I know it won't be easy. I know you miss me so much now. But remember this."

She leaned forward and gave her husband a ghostly kiss. "We will be together again someday. I love you."

"I love you too, Molly."

llIIllIIll

"Do you really expect me to believe Molly nagged Voldemort to death," queried Dumbledore.

"That's what she said," conceded Arthur. "Why don't we call Severus up and see what he has to say."

That night Dumbledore just sat stroking his beard and thinking.

"A nagging mother is the power he knows not."

He finally started laughing.

"Molly Weasley, what could we ever do without you."

AN: This is not a Molly bashing story. But if there's one thing noted in canon is that she's a bit of a nag, like most mothers. I honestly can't see Voldemort wanting to put up with it though, so this was born. This is just a one-shot, no future chapters. I hope you enjoyed this though.

Good day to you all.