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The blankets on the bed fidgeted as Harry Potter rolled to his side in his sleep and snored loudly. Drool was dripping from his open mouth and falling on the pillow as his hand dangled from the other edge of the bed. At that moment, Ginny Weasley entered the room, half-way dressed to work and looking exasperatedly at her husband as he slept on. In fact, she looked as she was quite used to this.

"Harry," she said loudly as she pushed him. "Harry, wake up, it's time for work. You're going to be late again. Come on now."

He grunted, mumbled indistinctly, and gave another massive snore.

Ginny raised her eyebrows at him, but suddenly, she was stuck by an excellent idea. She left the room, then came back after several moments with a half-filled cup in her hand. She tip-toed to Harry's side of the bed, then splashed the water in his face.

"Slugulus Eructo—" Harry said stupidly, raising his head and looking around, but when he saw Ginny's grinning face in front of him, he slumped his head on the pillow and groaned, "What did you have to do that for?"

"I was just waking you up," said Ginny with a fake innocent look on her face, still trying hard not to laugh. "It's time for work. Come on."

"Is it?" asked Harry, looking incredulously at the alarm clock beside him while his face leaked with water.

Ginny raised her eyebrows again but didn't reply and left the room.

Harry was looking after her for a few moments, still annoyed with the sudden rise to consciousness, but he sighed nevertheless and got up to wash himself up.

He entered the bathroom, looking at his misshapen features at the mirror. He could barely see without his glasses, yet he picked up his wand to dry the water and pointed it to his face.

"Scourgify," he said sleepily, but suddenly, he found a book flying and hitting his head, earning a cry from him.

"What happened?" came Ginny's voice from downstairs.

"Never you mind, just finish getting ready," said Harry, his eyes threatening to close again.

As Harry stumbled into the dressing room to get ready, he noticed the enchanted clock on the wall. It had a mischievous streak and loved to play tricks. Today, it decided to speed up time, making the hands spin wildly. Harry groaned, realizing he had only minutes to get ready.

"Not today, Clocky," he muttered, waving his wand to reset it. The clock reluctantly slowed down, its hands returning to their proper place with a sulky tick.

Harry turned around, and he was greeted by the enchanted wardrobe. The wardrobe had a mind of its own and took pride in selecting Harry's outfit for the day. This morning, however, it decided to have a bit of fun.

The wardrobe flung its doors open, and clothes started flying out, trying to dress Harry as he stood there half-asleep. Socks danced around his feet, shirts buttoned themselves up, and ties tried to loop around his neck. Harry groaned again, batting away a particularly stubborn tie that seemed determined to strangle him.

"Really? Are you trying to dress me or dress a mannequin?" Harry muttered, swatting away a funny shirt that insisted on buttoning itself up the wrong way. "Come on, we had a deal—you pick the clothes, I wear them, no funny business!"

As a pair of mismatched socks danced around his feet, Harry huffed, "Honestly, you have one job! If you ever pull a stunt like this on a Monday morning, I'll trade you in for a Muggle wardrobe. And you wouldn't like that, would you?"