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Beta Note: this is an AU fic, heads up.

Musical Mischief

Fred, George, Ginny, and Harry felt like being slightly nasty to Harry's repulsive relatives, the Dursleys. It was the summer after second year and Harry wished to pay them back for ten years of misery and cruelty.

He took Fred, George, and Ginny to Number 4, Privet Drive to annoy his aunt, uncle, and most especially, his overweight cousin.

When they arrived at Privet Drive and rang the doorbell, Uncle Vernon opened the door, recognized his hated nephew, and bellowed at him with enough vigor that any self-respecting rhino would have envied.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT HERE, BOY? AND WHO THE HECK ARE THESE THREE?"

"They're my friends," replied Harry, conversationally.

"SO THEY'RE FROM THE MADHOUSE? AND HAVE THEY CHUCKED YOU OUT THEN?"

"Unfortunately for you, no. George?"

George Weasley had his wand at the ready.

"Canens!" he shouted, pointing the wand at the rest of the Dursleys, the other two of which had come to the door to investigate the noise.

Immediately, all three Dursleys burst out into song.

Uncle Vernon started playing the air guitar and said, or sang—or rather, bellowed, "Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes! Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear! Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes! How do you measure, measure a year?"

Aunt Petunia joined in. "In daylights? In sunsets? In midnights, in cups of coffee? In inches? In miles? In laughter, in strife?"

Dudley began to sing. You see he was giving Ginny the old eyeball. "You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain! Too much love can make a man insane! You break my will! Oh what a thrill. Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!"

Ginny giggled.

Harry looked amused at the sudden outburst of song. He asked George, "What the bloody heck (A/N: actually, this is a nice way of saying what he said—it was not "hell") did you do?"

"They'll be imitation rock stars for the next few hours. I thought it would liven things up a bit."

"Yeah, well, I'm not complaining."

Suddenly Ginny started laughing. Dudley had grabbed her by the arm and was waltzing with her, singing "Baby Got Back." You know the one, "I like big butts and I cannot lie…" See?

Fred could barely stand for laughing.

Then…

Aunt Petunia started break-dancing against her will (actually, she decided to, but it was effects of the Canens spell. Under normal circumstances, she would never have done so).

This went on for a couple hours or so.

George finally performed the counter-charm to the spell.

The Dursleys stopped dancing and singing and looked incredibly foolish.

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Later that night, a large, spotted brown owl arrived at the Burrow. Fred took the parchment from the owl's beak.

"What the…?"

Ginny looked concerned. "What is it?"

Fred was pale. He spoke at last. "It's from the Ministry of Magic."

A/N: Hi, it's Zackie Chan here. This is my first fic. Hope you all like it. I'm into Anime shows, especially Avatar: The Last Airbender and I like to read. There's a lot more coming where this came from, if you like it.