Round 7 of the Quidditch League Competition.

Team: Falmouth Falcons

Position: Chaser 2

Round Prompt: Write about a witch or wizard trying to figure out how (one or more) Muggle technology works in an experimental space, i.e. a lab of any kind, and the chaos that ensues.

Prompts:

2. (Object) Microwave

9. (Object) Broken Torch

13. (Batteries) Batteries

Word Count: 1685

Beta's: Flye Autumne; Aima D. Duragon

Summary: Arthur Weasley's trip visiting his Ron and Harry takes an interesting and exciting muggle turn.

Arthur Weasley stepped out of the lift in the Ministry of Magic. He wasn't working today, as it was a Sunday, but had been ordered by his lovely and headstrong wife to take a large lunch in for their son and Harry who were working overtime to gather and prosecute all of the remaining Death Eaters. They had been working around the clock since the war had been won and they had completed their - far too short, according to Molly - training to become Aurors.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Weasley," a young gentleman greeted, a broad smile on his face.

Arthur smiled instantly, recognising him as one of Ron's friends from school; unfortunately, he couldn't seem to remember the boy's name. "Good afternoon! It looks like everybody is working on this splendid Sunday."

A laugh left the young man's lips. "Not me, sir. I'm just passing through," he paused, glancing over a letter in his hands. "I have to go but it was great seeing you! Catch you later, Mr. Weasley!"

"Bye!" Arthur replied before allowing his confusion show as he searched his brain to put a name to the face. He had almost walked all the way to the Aurors office's when he remembered. "Ah! Seamus!"

He knocked on the door twice before pushing it open to see everybody bustling around. There were groups of Aurors dotted around the large office which almost made the space cramped. There wasn't a chance to catch any of the conversations which were currently going on, nor could he see his son anywhere - though, the latter seemed like an impossible task in this room. This was not how Arthur imagined it to be. Then again, he hadn't imagined how this section would look like, only the danger his son and future son-in-law would be put through when chasing the Death Eaters.

"Afternoon, Weasley."

"Good Afternoon, Jones," he returned the nod of acknowledgement. "I'm just here to visit Ron and Harry; Molly has made them some lunch."

"They're in the lab right now. Down that hall, third door on the right. "

Arthur thanked him before following the directions. He knocked on the required door and waited all of two seconds before Harry answered it with a semi-confused look which brightened instantly at the sight of him.

"Dad?" Ron questioned. "What are you doing here?"

His son's expression wasn't overly excited or embarrassed, but rather curious and worried. At these words, Harry's expression turned to one of concern.

"Is everything okay? Ginny? Hermione? M-"

"They are all fine. Nothing is wrong," Arthur assured. He held up the bag of food, "Molly made you both some lunch. Everybody is getting together and she didn't want you two to go hungry."

Harry was the first to smile in gratitude which was quickly overshadowed by Ron's instant longing grin. "That's great!" Ron exclaimed before crossing the room towards them. "What did she make?"

Arthur handed the bag to his son, a fond smile on his face. He always loved how Ron was always so eager to demolish anything Molly prepared. He knew it made his wife feel appreciated to see nothing ever wasted.

"Would you like to join us?" Harry offered. It was always worrisome how the black-haired boy always paced himself when it came to food, as if he was hesitant to take some. Even after attending Hogwarts where there had been a free buffet every day, it seemed he'd never recover from his childhood experience at home.

"I would love to."

Ron looked slightly panicked. "Will there be enough?"

Arthur didn't respond to his son's comment as something caught his eye. "Is that a muggle item?" he asked, walking over to the side. How had he not seen these before? It was a small black tube with a clear lense on one side.

Harry walked up to him and picked up one of the mysterious items. "Yes. This is a torch," he started before adding, "It shines a light."

He was passed the 'torch' and smiled in wonder at it. "Lumos." His anticipating eyes waited for a few long seconds before Harry's words caught his attention.

"Normally, you press a button to turn it on, but it won't work right now because it's broken."

"Broken?" Arthur stared down at the long and round item. It was a weird shape, like a short and very fat wand; the biggest difference being that it was a lot heavier and made from some sort of plastic. "Why is it here then?"

Harry took the torch back and placed it down on the table next to other interesting objects. "We are testing these items for misuse. Most of them were found in the possession of Death Eaters…" The young man drifted off.

Arthur knew what was between the lines. They wanted to avoid any further horcruxes from anybody. He also knew that it was likely that the Death Eaters had acquired these muggle items when they had abducted muggleborns or other individuals. "What does this do?" he asked deciding to change the subject as he picked up some small, oval shaped things.

"Batteries."

"Batteries… do they make things… cold?" he guessed. A smile instantly made its way onto his lips when Harry laughed gently.

"They power electronics, such as the torch. It's a power source," Harry explained briefly.

Looking between the batteries in his hand and the torch a few times, Arthur couldn't help but wonder if that would fix it. "How would…"

Harry picked up the torch and opened it before holding his hands out for the batteries. Arthur watched in absolute wonder and interest as he inserted them. "That's how you put them in. But, the torch is still broken," he explained. "All electronics need to be either plugged in or have batteries to power them."

Arthur's expression dulled slightly at that statement. There were very few things in the Wizarding world that couldn't be repaired. He knew he was probably being a little over-dramatic regarding his reaction of a broken muggle item, but it was sad thinking that somebody's light no longer shone the path. He quickly shook it from his thoughts and looked up at the young boy - man - to bid him a goodbye. He didn't want to overstay his welcome, besides, Ron had already eaten half of the food and he didn't want to take any more food away from Harry. "I'd best be off."

"Oh!" Harry exclaimed stepping around the the tables and disappearing into another room.

Arthur sent his son a questioning look only to receive a shrug in reply.

When Harry came back into the room, he was carrying a rubber duck.

"Are you finally going to tell me the function of a rubber duck?"

"It's a bath toy," Harry said.

"A bath toy?"

"Yes."

A large smile made its way to Arthur's lips. "That makes so much sense!"

Harry's lips turned upwards too at his reaction. "I saw it in the miscellaneous muggle artifacts section and thought you'd like to have it."

That peaked Arthur's interest. "Muggle section?" What other interesting muggle objects could there be? More rubber ducks? A non-flying broomstick? An inkless feather?

"Did you want to take a look?" Harry offered.

Arthur felt like he had just received his Hogwarts acceptance letter all over again. "If it won't get you in trouble."

Harry led him into a larger lab, which was more like a storage closet than the one they had just been in.

His eyes bulged out at the multiple items. Some of them looked like normal things. They didn't seem muggle at all. He didn't mind them any attention.

"I'll leave you to roam," Harry said, gaining his attention for a few seconds. "Don't touch anything… and if you do, don't break anything."

Arthur nodded before picking up a long wire. It had two connectors on either side, both different. He was tempted to ask what it was for but decided it was best to let the boys do their work while he explored this amazing place.

Stepping slowly down one of the aisles, he stopped several times. He couldn't help the sheer excitement when he figured something new out or had already encountered one of these items previously. Anything that was too similar to the everyday things he encountered, he ignored.

"Ah, cars!" he muttered to himself as he picked up a small metal car. "What are you for?"

Arthur turned the metal item over in his hands, spinning the wheels with a grin before placing it back down - must be a toy.

A huge gasp left his lips as he spotted a microwave. "I know what you are!" he commented to it as a smile lingered with fascination. He couldn't help but wonder if this one would work. After a small examination and finding out that the Ministry had installed 'generators' to power and test muggle electronics, he turned it on. "It works!"

Temptation filled the man in his fifties. As long as he didn't break it he could touch it - did that extend to using this marvellous object? Picking up a random object - which looked like a tin box - he placed it into the machine and turned it on. Even though he couldn't wait to see the end product, his attention was drawn to an interesting cushion; did muggles have different cushions than Wizards?

It wasn't long - a few seconds really - when his attention returned to the microwave to listen to the interesting noises it made. It really was a mysterious and strange object. He only thought about asking Harry what the microwave did once you placed the object into it when it began to spark. Arthur doubted his instincts for a few moments before realising that he had in fact done something wrong.

"Uh… Harry?" he called as he almost hesitantly as he pulled out his wand. Arthur would not let this muggle object cause any problems.

The sparks intensified as Harry walked into the room, he quickly hurried over to the device and opened it. It took a few moments before he turned his attention to him. "Next time… how about not trying to blow up the microwave?"

Arthur smiled at his words. 'Next time'. He couldn't wait.