Chapter 3:

The bird (singular) of London was singing and the sun was shining brightly through a crack in the curtains, cutting a beam of light across the master bedroom of Number Twelve Grimauld Place. Lying in the master bed were the young bodies of Harry Potter and his wife Ginny Potter, their minds however were much, much, much, much older. It can't be overstated enough that their minds were very, very, very, very old.

"Mmmph Gin" mumbled Harry pulling his wife closer.

"Hmm five more minutes" groaned Ginny as she melted her whole body over that of her husband. Harry nodded, he himself falling back into the depths of sleep.

The pair slowly rose from their light sleep, both slowly dragging themselves out of bed. Harry glanced over his shoulder, spotting a moment of his wife's bare bum as she changed panties.

"C'mon Gin, don't get changed in front of me when you're young" he groaned.

Ginny merely ignored his request and yanked her shirt off, baring her chest as she poked out her tongue at her uncomfortable husband. "Get over it" she said with a teasing grin as she fished out a shirt from the bag on a nearby table and dressed herself.

"Yeah yeah" muttered Harry knowing how the argument would end. The same as it had dozens, if not hundreds of times previous… with his wife winning. Deciding a new course of action Harry yanked loose the knot in his sleeping trousers and let them fall right to the floor. With a wide smile and a cocky hand on his hip Harry turned to bare all to his wife as he kicked the trousers into a moth-filled hamper in the corner.

"Ministry then?" asked Ron with a mouthful of toast. Ginny stepped around her brother and poured herself a cup of tea.

"Nah, let's do the necessary first" said Harry glancing at his wrist, forgetting for a moment he didn't have Fabian Prewetts watch on.

"If you're goin' to hit Burkes first thing, we'll grab supplies at Diagon Alley" said Ginny giving her sister-in-law a nudge in the ribs.

Hermione nodded as she finished the last sip of her Pumpkin juice. "Can we use the cloak?" she asked.

"Mhm" said Harry absentmindedly flipping some fried eggs onto a plate in the middle of the table. The four dug into the food in silence, soon filled due to their smaller bodies.

Harry and Ron walked into Borgin & Burkes with a quick glance over their shoulder; the bell rang as they stepped through the door.

Ron flipped the Open sign to Closed with a flick of his wand as Harry strode across the shop.

"Leave children!" snarled Burke with a tired eye roll, "lest your parents scrape what's left of youse up and take you home in a jar."

Harry jabbed his wand forward quickly, with a precise but small flourish at the end. Burke, as if yanked by a hook attached to his belt, was launched backwards and pinned to the rear-wall behind the counter.

Ron glanced up and down Nockturn Alley as Harry crossed the shop and walked behind the counter.

"Wha—what is the meaning of this!" cried out Burke.

"This" said Harry stooping down behind the counter and pulling out small marble bust and holding it aloft. The bust itself depicted a middle-aged man, looking very inebriated.

"But—bu—but that's just the Bust of Ebrius the Lush. It's innate!" cried Burke.

"Totally innate" agreed Ron walking over to the counter and leaning against it. He gave the bust a quick glare. "Want to do the deed, mate?" he asked Harry.

"You can" said Harry tossing the bust over the counter to be caught by Ron. "You've no idea how many times that bust has caused horrible things" said Harry darkly.

"IT'S FUCKING INNATE!" roared Burke yanking at the invisible bonds holding him to his shop wall.

"Yep" said Harry watching with a grin as Ron wound up a throw and lobbed the bust against the far wall. Three sets of eyes watched the bust sail through the air and shatter against the dark stained wall. "Job done then?" asked Ron with an anti-climactic shrug.

"Yeah. Let's meet the girls" said Harry turning back to Burke to perform a memory charm.

"Wait wait wait wa—" shouted Burke as Harry muttered the incantation, only to be silenced as his eyes glazed over, his memory of the previous few minutes erased.

"Hate that fucking thing" muttered Ron kicking some of the shards of marble as he walked out the door. Harry nodded in agreement as they disapparated in turn with a loud pop the second they reached the fresh air.

Harry stepped out through the green flames into the entry atrium of the Ministry of Magic. Behind him stepped Ron, then Hermione and finally Ginny. They glanced around with bemusement as Ministry workers bustled about, hardly paying any heed to the four obviously unaccompanied underage children.

The four of them moved from the arrivals side of the atrium to the center of the room where they loitered by Fountain of Magical Brethren. They each watched, almost enthralled at the dozens of mindless Ministry drones buzzing about.

"So?" asked Harry, open to suggestions.

"I'm up" said Ron sliding his wand from his robes with a practiced ease.

"Good luck, don't die" said Hermione leaning in and pressing a kiss to Ron's cheek.

"Thanks" replied Ron with an eye roll as he stepped back from the fountain. He raised his wand to the golden statue of the Wizard. "Confringo" Ron bellowed at the top of his lungs, blasting the top half of the golden Wizard's torso clean off, leaving shards and hunks of gold to scatter across the Atrium.

Every eye in the Atrium turned to the eleven year old redhead boy, standing wand aloft. Ron smirked wide as he turned the wand to his neck and silently incanted the Amplifying Charm.

"Right!" said Ron, his amplified voice echoing around the room. "Ministry is closed today. Anyone who doesn't want to be a part of a spell-fight can fuck right the fuck off!"

Harry cheered, egging his best mate on as Ginny and Hermione traded bemused expressions.

"What else did you expect from him?" asked Ginny as they heard the telltale pops of Ministry Hit Wizards and Witches apparating into the Atrium. Ron whooped loudly, making everyone in the room wince at the volume as he dove head first into a duel with some ten or eleven Hit Wizards and Witches.

The trio by the fountain leaned casually as Ministry employees ran in all directions, scattering as Ron and the Hit Wizards duel grew fierce. Ron was always in motion, spinning, deflecting and launching counter spells. One by one the Hit Wizards and Witches slumped to the floor stunned.

At the far end of the Atrium the elevator doors sprang open. The elevator magically widened to allow for what looked like the entire Auror Department.

"Harry. Mate, you mind jumpin' in?" shouted Ron ducking a stunning spell with ease as he flicked a Full Body-Bind Curse in retaliation at the offending Hit Witch.

"Coming, coming" said Harry giving Ginny a cocky grin as he too drew his wand and strode into the middle of the spell-fight to help Ron.

"Want to help?" asked Ginny indifferently to Hermione.

"I'll let them have their fun" said Hermione with an easy expression. "Don't hang back on my account."

"I'm good. They need to blow off some steam" said Ginny with a considerate expression for her husband and brother. Hermione nodded before deflecting an errant curse with an off-handed wave of her wand.

In the middle of the Atrium, Harry and Ron span in circles; back to back as they slowly whittled down the numbers of the Ministry's defenders one by one, even as more back-up was arriving from the fireplaces and elevator.

"Should have brought some snacks" said Ginny irritated, ever a Weasley.