A/N: Welcome to A Very Dursley Musical! With a new job, way too much homework, and three other stories in progress, I should not be writing another story. But this one has been in my head since I first saw AVPM this summer. Nobody else has done a story quite like this. Please give it a shot and let me know what you think.

The American witch had her plan set. She had done all the research and knew how to use the time-key, a device created by Hermione Granger in England. She had the video's bookmarked on her laptop and knew how to explain the situation to the other witches and wizards, along with the Muggles. She left a note for her father and step-mother, which read:

Going out with friends. I used a magical device called a time-key which allows me to go back in time. Don't worry, I have my wand and am bringing Tiger with me. I should be back within an hour.

See you when I get home,

Jamie

The witch, whose name was Jamie, also known as Zie, was Muggleborn and didn't want to worry her Muggle family with the fact that she will be gone for about three days. Going through her house one last time, she grabbed an empty litter box and a small bag of kitty litter. She didn't want to leave her kitten, Tiger, home alone and she felt that the Dursley's would not appreciate cat shit on their carpets. She placed the cat supplies into her purse, which she placed an Undetectable Expansion Charm on. Tiger himself was to be placed in his carrier before they left. Zie checked once more that she had everything; laptop, clothing, cat stuff, wand, time-key. With everything in place, Zie pulled the kitten off his favorite window sill and put him in the cage. Holding the cage and time-key in her left hand, she shouldered her purse and taped the hourglass with the tip of her wand. "The hillside beyond the Burrow, 12 pm, November 29th, 2000." With little more than a crack and an angry hiss, witch and kitten were gone.

Hermione came running into the Burrow just before noon, Harry and Ron right behind her. "It worked! It worked! The time-key worked! They are being manufactured as we speak!"

Molly Weasley blinked at her before pulling the young witch into a hug. "That's wonderful Hermione! We have to celebrate!"

Ron slipped in behind his girlfriend, beaming. "Tell mum how much you're getting, Hermione."

The brunette glared at him over his mother's shoulder. "Ronald," she snapped. "That doesn't matter! Honestly!"

Smiling softly at the bickering young couple, Molly turned back to the stove. After the war, she discovered that arguing was just how Ron and Hermione communicated anything more emotionally complex than "Do you want lunch?" She has since learned to stop trying to stop their various arguments. Of course, Molly thought with a sigh, the family learned to change many things since the war.

As if on cue, Harry asked in a soft voice, "How is George?"

Molly sighed again at the mention of the remaining twin. Since Fred's death two years ago, there have been five suicide attempts. The mind healers Madam Pomfrey recommended provided little help. Not willing to have George locked up in St. Mungo's, the Weasley's have forced him to remain at the Burrow for the last five months.

Molly shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "He's doing better, Harry dear. A bit restless, maybe, but Arthur and I feel it is best for him to stay at home. For now anyway."

"I'm telling you, mum," Ginny said from behind Harry, causing him to jump at least a foot. "Let George go to the shop during the day and have him come home at night. He'll have his employees there to keep an eye on him and the customers will take his mind off … things."

"Well, yes." Stated a pregnant Fleur, who just came downstairs after putting 18 month old Victorie down for her nap. "Zat is a very good suggestion, but do you honestly think zat being at ze joke shop will take George's mind off… as you said, things."

Molly turned away, determined not to argue with her pregnant daughter-in-law. Ginny, however, had no issues fighting with her pregnant sister-in-law and bristled. "Well, he is bored sitting at home all day. Being at the shop will give him something to do and help him cope with things more easily."

"Do I get an opinion in my career, ladies?" George asked from the living room, where he had been throughout the conversation.

The three women flushed furiously as George raised an eyebrow and glanced at the soup his mother was cooking. Molly recovered first. "I'm sorry, dear. Will you please set the table? Lunch is almost ready."

George smiled slightly as he got the plates and silverware. Since the death of his twin, George has not used his wand, nor have any of his few smiles reached his eyes. "Just us today, mum?"

"I think so, George. Fleur, Ginny? Will you two mind helping me bring the food to the table?" Like George, Molly didn't often use magic, mainly because the physical work took her mind off Fred's death. Out of solidarity, most of the family has taken to doing things the Muggle way.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down as George finished setting the table and the other three women put the food in the center. Molly glanced at the family clock before eating, where there was one hand was missing and four were added. The hands representing Arthur, Bill, Charlie, and Percy were all aimed at 'work', and the other eight were pointing at 'home.' She glanced at George and saw the missing thirteenth hand on a chain around his neck.

Ron, George, and Hermione were doing the dishes while Harry, Molly, Fleur, and Ginny sat in the other room talking about Harry's Auror training. Ron left his position when Hermione began explaining the time-key in detail to George, who seemed extremely interested. He sat by Fleur, who was gazing out the window, resting her hand on her stomache.

Suddenly, the French woman jumped to her feet, eyes wide. "Excuse me. Is anyone expecting company? Because zere is a young woman in ze backyard approaching ze house!"

Molly gasped in alarm as George ran into the room and looked out the window. Sure enough, there was a short woman with shoulder length brownish-red hair walking to the Burrow. She was carrying a cat carrier and a purse. Harry and Ron pulled out their wands and left the house, with Hermione not far behind.

Zie looked up to see the golden trio she grew up reading about racing towards her. Quickly, she put down the cage and her purse, before raising her hands over her head in surrender. The three came to a stop in front of the girl, wands aimed at her. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Harry asked in a perfect Auror voice.

Zie looked at each teen in turn before addressing Harry. "My name is Jamie Mizzington. I am an American Muggleborn witch from the year 2013. I used a time-key to get here." At this, Hermione gasped in shock.

Harry glanced at Hermione before turning back to Zie. "And why are you here?"

The girl took a deep breathe. "Well, it's kind of a long story. If you don't mind, I'd prefer to do this in the Burrow so I don't have to go over it three times." The trio looked at each other before leading the American to the Burrow.

Molly and Ginny had their wands at the ready when the door opened. Glancing around wide eyed, Zie noticed that Fleur held one year old Victorie in one arm and her wand in the other. George was standing in the kitchen doorway, not holding his wand, but a butcher's knife. Zie arched an eyebrow, but said nothing about the one eared man's choice in weapon. Instead, she greeted each of the occupants by name, adding to their confusion.

Eventually everyone was seated around the kitchen table, with the Weasley's gawking at their guest. Harry nodded at the girl, who smiled and addressed the room. "Well, I'm sure you are all confused and I apologize if I alarmed anyone. My name is Jamie, but you can call me Zie. As you can tell by my accent, I am American. To be more specific, I'm a Muggleborn and come from the year 2013. I really hope I picked the correct date. Hermione, was you design accepted today?"

Startled by the American's question, Hermione nodded silently. Zie grinned at her fellow Muggleborn and pulled Tiger out of his cage. The kitten's eyes widened as he looked around the strange house, before placing his head on his owners' shoulder to look out the window behind her. Zie scratched the kitten behind his ears and continued her story. "This is Tiger, hope you don't mind. Anyway, before I get to the time-key, I guess I should give some background information. As you already know, J.K. Rowling is a squib who published stories about Harry's time at Hogwarts shortly after the war ended, which she sold in the Muggle world. I think they are up to the second book in this time. Anyway, in my time, there are seven books and eight movies. You all know the basics of the Internet, right? Good. So a few years from now, there is an American group called Starkid. They are basically a group of college students who wrote many musicals. Three of their musicals are based off of the stories and movies about Harry. A Very Potter Musical, A Very Potter Sequel, and A Very Potter Senior Year. These are basically parodies that jumble everything together in no particular order."

Here she paused to let the information sink in. After a moment, Harry groaned. "You're going to make us watch these musicals, aren't you?"

Zie laughed, moving Tiger to her other shoulder. "Not exactly. My plan is to make the Dursley's watch them."

Harry snorted loudly. "Oh, God! That will go over well! What, you're going to Privet Drive alone?"

The American grinned. "No, I was planning to bring some of you with me."

Silence met the announcement. "I'll go!" George yelled, his eyes glowing for the first time in years.

The American brunette beamed tearfully at her childhood crush; well, half of her childhood crush. "I was hoping you would! Anyone else?"

Looking around, Zie noted the raised hands. Ginny, Hermione, and Fleur. Molly said she would stay at home with her granddaughter and Harry and Ron had to return to their Auror training classes.

"Okay. Ginny, Hermione, George, and Fleur, this will take about three days. We don't have to stay at the Dursley's. Harry, Ron, Mrs. Weasley. You can feel free to stop by any time and watch with us. That goes for the rest of the Weasley's as well."

Molly smiled at the young girl and insisted she stay at the Burrow. After working out where to Disappearate to for the first time at least, the girls and George prepared their things, placing everything in Zie's purse. The five young adults were halfway out the door when Zie froze with a gasp and dug through her purse, thrusting the cat carrier into George's stomach. Out of her purse came a huge book. "Before I forget," she began seriously, pulling a Muggle pen from her bag. "Will you please sign my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows?"

A/N: What do you think? Let me know if I screwed up Fleur's accent or anything else. Also, is Muggle capitalized? I think it is in the books but I can't be sure. Please Review!