Obviously I don't own any part of the Harry Potter series, The Tales of Beedle the Bard, or any stories mentioned in The Tales of Beedle the Bard.

"Charlie! Charlie! Wake up!!!"

I groaned at the voice and rolled over.

"Charlie!!!!" the voice yelled in my ear.

I sat up and looked around the room groggily. Bill was grinning at me.

"Was da matter wit you?" I mumbled, still half asleep.

"Mom says you need to get up. Dads going into town again and he wants you to come with him…. Again."

I stretched and kicked back my covers.

"What's his excuse this time?"

"Um, I think he said something about a bewitched traffic light that the ministry wanted him to fix…. But I think he just wants to get a look at that house that's being built."

"Typical dad."

I trudged tiredly down the stairs and sat down at the kitchen table, pulling a clean t-shirt over my head.

Ginny and Ron sat on the floor in front of a picture book version of The Wizard and the Hopping Pot. They watched as the tiny people on the page acted out the story. The characters walked across the page until they ran into the edge of the paper and shouted at the young readers to turn the page.

"Here you go," Mom said, placing a mountain of French toast in front of me.

"Thanks mom," I said, picking up a fork.

"Eat up Charlie. Your dad needs to leave in 15 minutes."

"Why do I have go with him? We don't even do anything except walk around!!"

"You know why Charlie!"She yelled quietly, "Your father needs someone with him to keep him from doing anything stupid!"

"Oh come on mom! You have to give him some credit!!"

"The last time I sent your father into town alone he got arrested by the muggle police!!!!"

I decided it would be safest not to push her nerves any further; after all she had my 8 year old brothers Fred and George to look after. Her temper has been extremely short ever since they tried to 'herd' the garden gnomes…

Dad walked into the kitchen and I almost choked on my pumpkin juice. He was wearing a purple button down shirt, green plaid Bermuda shorts, and an orange top hat.

"All right Charlie?" dad asked, looking highly concerned.

"Fine," I all but squeaked. What the (enter profanity here) was he wearing??

Well, this trip into town was definitely going to be interesting….

Yes, I know, poor Charlie. But don't feel too sorry for him. His day will get better, I promise!

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