Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, that honor goes to JK. I also don't own any song that may resemble Part of Your World from The Little Mermaid. I only modified the lyrics a little, but I definitely don't own the song.

AN: Instead of staying at the Burrow like they did in the beginning of the sixth book, I am having them stay at Grimmauld Place.

A little later that fateful night Arthur Weasley, Fed and George's father snuck into the kitchen. He was going to sneak a little snack before going to the Burrow, to tinker in his shed. The two things that his wife disapproved of, but a man needed his freedom. That was exactly what his shed filled with muggle artifacts was, his freedom from responsibility, his stress relief.

With his goal in mind, he snagged a miniature chocolate tart from the table. Funny, he didn't remember Molly making tarts for dessert earlier in the evening. Probably someone from the Order left them after the meeting. Waste not, want not.

Taking a bite, he walked over to the embers. With a few choice words the fire was blazing one more. Taking a pinch of floo powder, he threw it into the flames. Stepping into the fire he called out his destination.

His stomach turned over as he made his journey to the Burrow. Odd, it hasn't been since I was a child that flooing made me nauseous. Maybe I have just caught a bit of the bug. Little did he know that it was his sons' new joke product that was the cause of his queasiness. Striding into his living room, he mad a beeline to the backyard where his shed resided, finishing the tart along the way.

Opening his mouth to recite the password, an odd sensation over came him. He felt the need to sing. Ignoring it for the moment he recited the words that allowed him access to his sanctuary. "I swear by the stars in the sky, I love Molly's pumpkin pie."

Mr. Weasley had to password protect his shed a couple years back because of his twin sons. They had the tendency to get into trouble and their fathers shed proved a valuable resource. That was until Molly found them in there making a fireworks while Arthur was at work. They claimed that they didn't want to burn down the house if one of their test went wrong, Molly wasn't impressed to say the least.

Once inside his workshop, he felt compelled to sing once more. Deciding that it wouldn't hurt anything, he gave into that whim.

Look at this stuff
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the man
The man who has everything?

Realizing that he didn't know the song he was singing, Mr. Weasley tried disparately to stop.

Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one shed hold?
Looking around here you think
Sure, he's got everything

He discovered that holding his jaw shut didn't seem to work. All it did achieve was a hurt his jaw and make him sing louder than before. Giving in to the farce, he went to sit on a bench in the cramped shed.


I've got gadgets and doodads a-plenty
I've got sockets and plugs galore
You want fellytones?
I've got twenty!
But who cares?
No big deal
I want more

Suddenly his feet had a mind of their own. They started doing jazz squares as he started the chorus.


I wanna be where the muggles are
I wanna see, wanna see them textin'
Calling around on those - what do you call 'em?
Oh - phone!

Now this is quite enough! was the only thought that went through his head as he started to waltz with a broom he kept in the workroom incase of accidents.

Wavin' your wand, you don't get too far
Pounds are required for buying, selling
Driving along in a - what's that word again?
Car

Using all his will, Arthur threw aside the broom and marched out of the shed. Slamming the door closed as he passed through the entry way. He did the electric slide to the kitchen and continued into the living room.


By where they talk, by where they play
By where they stay all day while working
Wanderin' free - wish I could be
Part of that world

Taking the only chance he had, he used the break in the song to call out, "The Noble and most Ancient House of Black!" while throwing floo powder into the fire place.


What would I give if I could live out of the ministry?
What would I pay to spend a day just tinkering?
Bet'cha muggles would understand

That they don't reprimand their husbands
Bright reputable man, sick of hidin'
Ready to flourish

Spitting ash out, he continued to sing. His voice getting louder as he got closer to the other inhabitants of the house.

I'm ready to know what the muggles know
Ask 'em my questions and get some answers
What's a computer and why does it - what's the word?
Crash?

By the time he woke up the others with his singing, the portrait of Sirius' mother was shrieking at the worried adults rushing down the stairs and the children staring over the rail, trying not to be caught by their mother. You couldn't blame them for their curiosity. Especial not the pair of twin face that shined with excitement.


When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love, love to explore that town just below?
Out of the shed
Wish I could be
Part of that world

Once Mr. Weasley stopped singing, the children peering from up above cheered. Molly didn't care that her children were up, all her focus was on her husband before her. What would have possessed him to sing this loudly at night? They figured that it must have been the tart that he ate before he left. They all knew that it had to have come from one place, but their wasn't any proof.

Little did they know, but George apparated downstairs earlier in the evening when the twins realize that their father would be looking for a midnight snack. They didn't want to test this product on him. He may be the lenient parent, but once you got him angry, he could be truly frightening.

The rest of the Order members that stayed the night after a late meeting clamored up the stairs. The children quickly scampering off to their rooms. While Fred was jumping into his bed, he shared his thoughts with George. "You know that dad and the hag in the entry hall sound eerily similar when they are trying to 'sing'."