Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling so there is sadly no way Harry Potter is mine…

Placing:Afterthe war.

Challenge: 'Prompt of the day'. Prompt: (word) new phone. 1202 words. Gryffindor, Hogwarts.

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EMERGENCY CALL

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"Harry," Hermione shouted shrilly. "I've got a problem!"

Harry startled awake when his best friend's voice came out of the fireplace. He had been working the graveyard shift in the ministry and hadn't been home to sleep until ten in the morning.

"Huh?" He mumbled, even half-asleep recognising his best friend's voice and dismissing it as 'no thread'.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed again, and this time she actually managed to startle Harry awake enough to understand that Hermione was calling him through the floo network.

He yawned and looked at his clock.

It was twelve o'clock – he had barely slept for two hours.

"Harry!"

"'M comin'," he mumbled, not quite happy with his friend for being forced to stand up again after just that short of a rest.

He stumbled blindly to the chair next to the window, put on his robes – not even bothering with his trousers since the robes were closed in the front, meaning if he didn't lift them, nobody would be able to see what he was wearing – or in this case not wearing – beneath them.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly and reached for his glasses on the desk next to the chair to put them on.

"Harry!" Hermione called again.

"Just a second!" He cried, while combing through his hair with his fingers. "Give me a mo', Merlin, "Mione!"

With that he exited his bedroom and went into the kitchen, where Hermione's head was waiting impatiently in the flames.

She frowned at him when she saw him.

"You look awful, Harry," she said and Harry rolled his eyes.

"I was working until ten," he complained. "Try to look better if you had to leave bed after two hours of sleep!"

Hermione's eyes widened at that.

"Oh, Harry!" She cried, this time in dismay. "I'm sorry! I forgot that you were working at night right now!"

Harry waved it off.

"'S alright, 'Mione," he said. "'M awake now anyway."

"But –"

"What did you call me for?" He interrupted her before she could start another round of apologies.

For a moment she looked at him in confusion, clearly having forgotten why she called when she saw his state of tiredness.

Then her eyes watered.

"Oh, Harry!" she sobbed. "It's awful!"

Harry looked at his best friend in concern. He had never seen her cry before, and it was a little concerning to watch it now while she was at the other end of the floo-connection.

"'Mione," he said. "Whatever it is, we can fix it! I promise!"

"No, we can't!" Hermione wailed at that and for a moment Harry wondered if it were all those pregnancy hormones that made his normally so logical friend a quivering mess of… sobbing woman.

"I'm sure we can," he said. "It can't be that awful, can it?"

"It can!" She cried. "It's even worse! Ron is in on it, too!"

Then she broke down crying again.

Harry looked at his friend, stumped.

"Ron is in on what?" He asked confused.

"On the problem!" She hiccupped. "He's in on the problem, as well!"

"Oh… er…"

"And you have to help me fix it, Harry, please!" She added sobbing. "Please! You somehow have to fix it before it gets even worse!"

"Of course I will help you, 'Mione," he assured her immediately. "Just tell me what's wrong and I will take care of it!"

"But you can't take care of it!" Hermione wailed. "It's already too late for that, Harry!"

"Then I fix it some other way," Harry suggested warily while wondering if he maybe should excuse himself into his living room to call Ron from the other fireplace. He wasn't quite sure how to deal with a hormone-ridden, wailing and crying Hermione…

Ron should know, shouldn't he? He was her husband, after all…

"Please, Harry!" Hermione begged in that moment. "You have to make it right somehow! Maybe with an Oblivate… or giving them a concussion… or a killing curse if nothing else works – but please, you have to make it right before Molly comes home at four!"

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly.

"Yes, Hermione," he said slowly. "I will try everything to make it right again. But! You. Have. To. Tell. Me. What's wrong first!"

Hermione blinked at that in surprise, her sobbing ebbing down to an occasional sniffle.

"What?" She asked confused.

"Hermione," Harry sighed. "You've only told me that you've got a problem and that you need it fixed until Molly comes home at four. You never actually told me what's wrong!"

Hermione blinked at that in surprise, then she blushed.

"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry!" She exclaimed, thankfully without bursting into tears again.

"Yes, I get it," Harry sighed. "Now tell me what happened.

Hermione lowered her eyes at that.

"I made a mistake today," she confessed. "A very grave mistake."

Harry gestured her to go on and she took a deep breath to do as he wanted.

"I promised my parents that they could reach me today, since they are returning from their holidays and need to be picked up at the airport," she explained and Harry nodded. Until now, he couldn't see anything wrong with the whole story.

"So I took my phone," she said, "My new phone to the Burrow because Arthur and Molly invited us for tea and Ron suggested that we could come early since Percy's coming with his new-born daughter and we would have missed them if we just would have turned up at tea time."

Harry nodded again.

"Molly actually went out shortly before we came. She promised to return at four, but she had some errant to run and couldn't stay any longer. Since Percy and his family already came at breakfast, she didn't mind that she wouldn't be able to see them off."

Harry's eyebrow furrowed at that.

"I still don't understand why you think you've got a problem I need to fix," he remarked.

"Well," Hermione said, while starting to sniff again. "You know that I can't do a lot of magic now because of the baby."

"Yes," Harry said. He had been there when Hermione and Ron had told the family that Hermione was restricted from casting magic until the baby was born so that the child wouldn't be harmed.

"And – oh, Merlin! It's terrible!" She cried out at that. "Arthur found my phone! And now he and Ron are taking it apart and I can't stop them because I'm not allowed to use magic and Molly will be furious when she returns home and sees what Ron and Arthur have done to the kitchen and my phone! The whole kitchen is black where they managed to blow up parts of my phone and my poor new phone is nothing but pieces! And now they want to know more about phones and how they work! You have to come here and stop them, Harry, before they put their plan into action and venture into the muggle world to find out more about cordless phones and cell phones!"

Harry paled at that thought.

"I'm there immediately!" He gasp. "Just step back!"

Some things truly were an emergency – and Arthur Weasley in the muggle world definitely was one of them!

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