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BANG!
Thirty-two-year-old Harry Potter was suddenly awoken by a loud thud on his door that sounded like metal meeting wood.
"Aw, man, Jess's got the frying pan again," he said drowsily.
"AAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!" came a loud scream from the other side of the door.
"She's on one of her morning rants again, honey!" he said to Ginny.
"Oh, Harry, get off it. She's four years old," Ginny said, coming out from the kitchen.
"Oh, wait, I'm supposed to take McKenzie to Diagon Alley today, huh?" he said, jumping out of bed as fast as greased lightning.
"DADDY!" came a yell from the living room.
"That's a yes," Ginny said. "You'd better hurry. She's getting angry."
McKenzie Potter came running into the room, dressed in her best Muggle attire.
"DADDY! Hurry! I gotta get my stuff!"
"Okay, Kenzie, hang on a sec."
Jessica Potter followed Kenzie into the room with her favorite pan and wooden spoon in tow.
"There's my little rock star!" Harry said, picking her up and twirling her, Jess laughing the whole time.
Harry quickly dressed and ran outside to find Kenzie talking to the Weasleys.
"Ron!" Harry said, greeting his friend from Hogwarts.
"Hey, Harry," Ron said.
"Daddy!" Kenzie said. "Can Kayla come with us?"
McKayla Weasley ran up next to Kenzie.
"Please, Mr. Potter? I promise I won't cause any trouble," Kayla said, batting her eyelashes.
"Well... I guess," Harry said. "Get in the car."
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" the girls said together. They all piled into the car and drove off toward the Leaky Cauldron.