Author's Note:

I don't actually know if Ginny and Harry move to Godric's Hollow when they get older, or if their house had modern plumbing, but oh well. It works for this.

I am SO sorry for the long break. I've just been so super busy with homework and stuff. The good news is that I only have about a month and a half of school left, so after final exams, I'll have loads of time to write. And I've got some new stories coming up.

Oh! You should also check out this forum (Link on my profile). My cousin started it, and the two of us are judges. So if you have some free time and want to enter a competition, check it out.

Rambling done. Please enjoy the story.

I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters.

…you never, ever, hire a plumber.

After Harry and I got married, Harry wanted to move to Godric's Hollow, a couple of doors down from where his parents lived. Who was I to complain? I mean, I didn't have to live near Fleur (who has, admittedly, become alright), my Auntie Muriel (who should have died ages ago), or my brother Ron (who used to insist that Harry and I sit on opposite ends of the couch. When we were engaged).

Right. Back to the story. So we moved into this house that was previously owned by muggles. So it had all of the muggle-y things in it, like a smelly-vision, a micro-waver, etc. We, with the help of Hermione and Percy (who is actually quite clever, and a lot more mellower than he used to be), managed to get rid of the extraneous muggle devices and instead put in a few wizard-y ones. We did however, keep the muggle plumbing and the muggle fridge-erator/ice box, because that thing is so useful.

So anyway, one day, it broke. Harry was at work, Lily was napping, James and Albus were playing, and I heard this sound of rushing water. I ran into the kitchen, and lo and behold, found a mess. Quite literally. There was water everywhere, and pieces of lettuce were bobbing around in random places. I totally and utterly lost it right about then. James took Albus and led him upstairs to safety, while I stuck my head in the fireplace to screech at Harry.

"Harry! The thing in the kitchen that makes the ice exploded, and-wait a second. You're not Harry!" I shouted into the face of his bemused assistant.

"Nope," she replied cheerfully, despite having been screamed at through a fireplace moments before, "He left on a mission with Mr Weasley a few minutes ago to train the new recruits."

"Argh!"

I then tried what seemed like the next logical choice-Hermione. She had, after all, grown up as a muggle. After screaming into her fireplace for 10 minutes, I was forced to accept the fact that she wasn't home.

So I tried Mum, because even if she has no knowledge of these things whatsoever, at least she was someone who could help. And do you know whom I found? Hermione, that's who.

So then the two of them came rushing over. Hermione said not to try and fix it with magic, because it could just mess it up even more. So she dragged out this old phonebook from the hall cupboard, and managed to find a plumber.

He came over immediately and stopped the flooding. Hermione and I had to sop up all the water with towels while he went back to his truck to get some parts. Mum went upstairs to play with the kids, because she said she couldn't bend over for long periods of time. I think that she just wanted to see us suffer, personally.

Around ten minutes later, Hermione and I were done, but the repairman still hadn't come in. Another twenty minutes later, and we were starting to get worried.

We went out to his truck to see what was happening, and he was lying in his seat with his eyes closed.

"Do you think he's…dead?" Hermione whispered.

"I'm not sure, but go get Mum!" I ordered, as she scurried back into the house. She came running out a few moments later, with Mum in tow, clutching a screaming Lily. I could see James and Albus watching through the window in the front.

"What do we do?" I hissed.

"Call the ministry?" Mum suggested.

"That won't work. We'll need the muggle police," Hermione corrected, before using her celly phone to call some number. Within a few minutes, two muggle police cars came driving up.

"You mentioned that you think he might be dead, ma'am," one of them said.

"Yes," Hermione answered. "He came to fix my friend's refrigerator, and then he came back out and we found him like this."

All of a sudden, the man in question gave a snort and sat up.

"What'd I miss?" he asked sleepily.

All of a sudden, Mum started laughing. "Ha! You thought he was dead, Ginny! Ha!"

"You did too," I replied sullenly.

When the repairman trudged back into the house, I turned to the two officers.

"I would invite you in for tea, but the ice box exploded," I told them apologetically.

"That's alright," One replied. "We'll just need you to give us your name so we can report this."

"Ginevra Potter," I replied, ignoring the sniggers from Hermione.

The other man paled. "It's okay Jim," He said to the other cop, "I'll stay and do this".

After the other police officer left, we learned that the man had a son who was a wizard, and he had read about Hermione and I in one of his son's books.

When Harry came home from his mission, he found the four of us having tea on the front porch, and the two boys playing in the yard (Mum was still holding Lily. I swear, she must have an iron grip on that baby! And that just reminded me. Don't think that Hermione's a terrible mother, because she left her two kids at home alone. She brought them over to Bill and Phlegm's for the day).

He didn't let me live that one down for weeks.

The lesson of the day is: In my house, you never, ever, hire a plumber.