Disclaimer: do I own Harry Potter? No. the song Barbie Girl? No. Do I own Vivi, Aqua, Rosie, Kat and Ophelia? Yes!

This is by thesmallestplanet (formerly life, I remember!)—have Vivi poof up a stereo that plays Barbie Girl 24/7.

Ah, the nostalgia of it playing at every junior high dance. That, and Crack Dat Soulja Boy. Anyone else?

It was a quiet day at 4 Privet Drive. Dudley was still sleeping while Vernon was drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. Petunia was in the kitchen making breakfast. Vivi and Harry? The Dursley parents weren't sure and quite frankly, weren't concerned.

"Fine day, Sunday," Vernon commented contently.

"It is," Petunia agreed. She carefully flipped some pancakes before transferring them to a large plate. "It's eerily quiet though."

"Don't jinx it."

The house was quiet, only the sound of Vernon stirring cream into his coffee, Petunia humming, and Dudley snoring ringing through the house.

I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic

The song was deafening, making it seem as if an earthquake was shaking the house. Petunia yelped, nearly dropping the stack of pancakes.

Upstairs, Dudley shot up and fell out of bed. Covering his ears, he ran out of the room.

"Petunia, see what you did?" Vernon shouted. He clamped his hands over his ears. "Where are they?"

You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

"Mom!" Dudley screeched as he tumbled down the stairs. "Dad!"

"We know!" Petunia yelled.

Vernon was already up and checking the nearby vent in case Vivi put another phone in it. Empty.

He growled. "I know it's around here somewhere!" He whirled around. "Where are they?"

Dudley simply pointed upstairs. Vernon stomped up to Vivi's room and attempted to knob.

"Open the door!" He bellowed.

You can touch, you can play
If you say I'm always yours
Ooh woo

The door opened to Vernon's surprise. He hesitantly poked his head in, after all, it was Vivi he was going to be dealing with.

He saw an empty room, not even a blue hair was around. If it wasn't for the Nsync poster on the wall, he wouldn't even know of his house guest.

Where is she? He wondered. He did a quick scan before setting foot in. it has to be coming from in here.

However, the second he started to cross to Vivi's bed, he was hoisted into the air in a bet.

"Gah!" He screamed. He should have known Vivi would set up a trap.

Come on Barbie, let's go party
Ah, ah, ah, yeah

The music got louder to his dismay. The old man twisted looking for the source but saw none. He shouted for his wife and son.

"I wonder how Tyrion's doing?" Vivi signed to Harry as the two bounded down the stairs.

Harry raised and eyebrow and questioned, "You named the imp Tyrion?"

"Sure, he looks like a Tryion."

"Harry!" Petunia shrieked. "Turn that music off!"

Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please
I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees

Dudley has pillows firmly placed over his ears in an attempt to block out the noise to no avail. It was too loud. "Why aren't you two bothered?" He asked.

Blissfully, Vivi and Harry sat at the table. They saw Petunia shouting at them but of course they were one step ahead.

The bluenette just smiled and said, "Why sure, we'd love some breakfast."

"Turn it off!" Dudley whined. "Please!"

The nosy older woman grabbed Harry and turned his head. "Earplugs!" She exclaimed.

"Hey!" Harry snapped, pulling away. He covered his ears.

Thinking of an idea, Petunia snatched a notepad and a pen.

I'll make cake for both your birthdays if you turn it off. She wrote. She held the pad out hopefully.

You can touch, you can play
If you say I'm always yours

Vivi arched an eyebrow and stared at Petunia expectantly.

Two?

Vivi motioned up.

Five? What?

Vivi snatched the pad and pen and started scribbling. What she was writing was anyone's guess.

Smiling, the bluenette held up the pad which Petunia took.

"VIVI!" She shouted when she looked down.

Instead of writing anything, Vivi had drawn stick figures labeled "me", "Aqua", and "Harry" levitating a screaming Vernon while Dudley was crawling on the wall.

Having enough, Dudley marched over and snatched the pad and pen.

You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

We'll take you out to your favorite restaurants for every holiday until the day we die. The pudge teen wrote. He held his hand out to seal the deal.

Sharing a look, Vivi and Harry nodded and shook Dudley's hand. Vivi waved her hand and the music stopped. The magical teens took their earplugs out.

"You drive a hard bargain, Milk Dudsley," Harry complimented.

"Thanks," Dudley grinned before realizing what Harry called him. "Hey!"

"Where's Vernon?" Petunia inquired.

"PETUNIA!" Vernon roared.

Petunia nearly jumped out of her skin. Shooting her nephew and his girlfriend a questioning look, she bolted up the stairs with Dudley on her heels. She stopped in Vivi's doorway and her eyes widened.

"Vernon?" She squawked.

Dudley ran into the room only to get swooped up in a second net. "Mom!"

Before Petunia knew what was happening, she too was hanging from the ceiling in a net.

"Vivi!" Dudley screamed.

To the Dursley's dismay, they heard the front door open and close.

"At least the song's over," Petunia said.

You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone

"No!" Dudley wailed.

"Petunia!" Vernon bakrked. "You're two for two today."

Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone

"Vivi!" Vernon hollered, flailing in his net. "Potter!"

A/N: I also don't own "Achy Breaky Heart" that's Billy Ray Cyrus.

Who can guess what Tyrion's name is in reference too?