Arthur Weasley's shed was packed with muggle stuff. Stacks of frozen muggle photographs next to a pile of cameras, a box of batteries, various car parts, hundreds of rubber ducks, and a sign reading Live, Laugh, Love. Every year for Christmas and his birthday, his children, grandchildren, and children in law got him oodles of muggle stuff.
This fact was rapidly becoming apparent to Harry as he snooped through the shed, past a box of flip phones, a canoe, and an Alexa that had been charmed to only play Despacito. Normally he respected Mr. Weasley's privacy, but the man's birthday was in a week and Harry was desperate to get him something he didn't already own.
Harry picked over the small items on the desk. A mechanical pencil, a broken alarm clock, and the crumbled remains of a bath bomb. Behind the desk, there was a massive set of speakers coated in dust, several cans of hairspray, and what looked like an Inkjet printer. Harry groaned inwardly. This little snoop around trip was getting him nowhere. Maybe he'd have better luck asking his children about muggle stuff, or maybe even his cousin Dudley. Or maybe it didn't even matter that much. Mr. Weasley would be happy with just about anything that was used by muggles, he thought as he carefully closed the shed door. As he strolled through the muggle streets of Ottery St. Catchpole, a group of gardeners caught his eye. Maybe, just maybe . . .
One Week Later
"Harry, what on earth did you get my father?" Said Ginny as Harry loaded the huge package into the car.
"You'll see." Said Harry.
"Just as long as it's not dangerous." Said Ginny. She was no doubt remembering the hover board from a few years ago, from which Mr. Weasley had fallen and broken his elbow.
"It's not dangerous. I hope not." Said Harry a little doubtfully. "Come on, let's go."
Mrs. Weasley had made a huge cake with a toaster made out of fondant on top. Packages were piled on the table and owls swooped in, carrying gifts from the kids at Hogwarts.
"What'd you get him?" Harry asked George.
"A stack of muggle newspapers I stole from our neighbors." He replied.
"George!"
"What? They clearly didn't want them if they left 'em on the porch all day!"
"I got him a Ford Anglia poster." Said Ron, winking at Harry.
"Your Mum's going to hate it." Said Harry.
"Maybe. But's she'll probably hate whatever that is more." He gestured to the huge package in Harry's arms.
"You're probably right." Said Harry. He crossed the room and handed to box to Mr. Weasley. "Happy birthday, Mr. Weasley. From Ginny and me."
"Thank you, Harry!" Said eagerly. "What did you get me?" He tore off the wrapping paper to reveal—
"A leaf blower?" Hermione shrieked.
"What's a leaf blower?" Said Mr. Weasley, grinning maniacally.
"It's what muggles use to deal with leaves!" Said Ginny. "Harry, why?"
Mr. Weasley yanked the cord and started the blower. Napkins, wrapping paper, cards, and the Ford Anglia poster swirled into a huge tornado. Frosting blew off the cake and Hermione was blinded as all her hair blew in her face.
"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley spat hair out of her mouth as her husband blasted pictures off the walls. "What were you thinking?!"
"Don't punish him Molly, I'm having the best time!" Mr. Weasley shouted over the roar of the leaf blower.
"Take that outside!" She yelled at him.
Despite the berating he got from his mother in law, Harry felt that he had selected an excellent present. It had been worth all the yelling just to see the joy on Mr. Weasley's face.
"Seriously, Harry, it was amazing." Said Mr. Weasley. They both sat on the front steps as the guests departed, the leaf blower that Mrs. Weasley had smashed to pieces gleaming in the sunset. "Thank you so much."
"Of course." Said Harry. "Anything for you, Dad."