I said a full summery would be inside so here it is…

CPS comes to the Weasleys house because a new neighbor calls because he sees 4 children running wild in their yard, the children are dirty all the time, are never supervised, and the house looks like its about to fall apart. Ron and Ginny are put into long term foster care, but in separate houses! Now Ron has to find a way to track down his sister and prove that his parents didn't neglect them. All the while trying to live the best muggle life as he can. Will he slide into a depression or will his new found love for the guitar and writing songs help him get over these troubling times

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Male Voice: "Hello, Child Protective Services, how may I help you?"

Female Voice: nervous "uhh… yeah I want ter make an anonymous report about some neglected kids."

"Very well, what makes you believe the children are neglected?"

"Well, I moved in to dis house aroun' de end of June dat's just 'bout da time kids are supposed ter be gettin' out of scoo… well anyway, since den I haven' seen dare parents not even once! But I kin tell you what I sho do hear da movher. Or what I fink is da movher. Dat lady be screamin' day an' night!"

"Anything else, ma'am?"

"Yeah, now dat I tink about it. It be lookin' to me that dese poor kids haven' had new clothes in years. The youngest boy's, I not sho his name, pants are so small his legs be makin' it look like dare be flood comin'. All of em' is outside all da time; I don't tink day got any sort of entertainment, day always be wanderin' around wid a deflated red ball, you know the kind day let kindergarteners play wif?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Yeah well, dat's whad it be lookin' like, only it be needin' a good pumpin'. An' day all got dese brooms, not dem plastic ones, dese be made out of twigs an' such! Dose poor kids wanderin' into da forest at all hours of da day with dis deflated ball an' brooms! As if day play some weird sort of game."

"Thank you ma'am, now is there anything you can tell me about the children's housing?"

"Housing? Oh yeah, that's a dozy dare. Da house they be livin' in look like it sho be condem'd. Half da walls be fallin' over an' it be always groanin'. I kin hear it way over here. Now I not be sho, but ain't it against da law to be havin' farm animals in da city?"

"Yes ma'am, it is. Are there farm animals on the property?"

"Sho, I won't say nothing if dare wasn't! Dare be pigs an' chickens all over da yard! An' dead cars an' computer parts, an' jus' random tings of dat sort!"

"Thank you ma'am, I think you have given us enough information to send some one out to see into the complaint. All I need you to do now is give me the address so I can send an agent out first thing in the morning."

"Oh well, I don't know de exact address, but all you need to be doin' is drivin' south from Ottery St. Catchpole on da main road, and look for da house dat be seemin' like its goin'a fall down. It sho be havin' a sign in front dat say 'Da Burrow'."

"Yes ma'am that seems simple enough. I want to thank you for reporting this, and not to feel guilty, you may have saved a life today."

"Guilty, why I be feelin' guilty? I be doin' the right ting!"

"Some people believe that it's not their problem or that they are wrong so they don't report anything, and if they do they start feeling guilty that they broke up a family."

"What a bunch oh shit, dat what I be sayin'. Day sho be guilty dat day didn' call yous people up."

"That's what I think ma'am; anyway a Social Worker will be around to check out the claim tomorrow afternoon. Thank you and have a great day."

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"Yeah, Sho…"

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Well hello again all! This is going to be the beginning of my new fic! Yea!! A new fic!! Whoo hoo!!! And no it will not all be in script format. I don't have a clue when the next chapter will be out; I'm the sort of person that writes whenever the sprit hits them, so, what ever. Oh and don't ask about the southern black accent, it just came out that way.