Short Stories to Kill Your Soul (If you still have one that is)

Harry's Gene Switch Part 2

Guys yes the switch is back and I couldn't resist the idea I had.
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(At the Burrow. Chamber of Secrets)
Mr. Weasley was slumped in a kitchen chair with his glasses off and his eyes closed. He was a thin man, going bald, but the little hair he had left was as red as any of his children's or Harry's. He was wearing long green robs, which were dusty and travel-worn.
"What a night," He mumbled, groping for the teapot as they all sat down around him. "Nine raids. Nine! And old Mundungus Fletcher tried to put a hex on me when I had my back turned...."
Mr. Weasly took a long gulp of tea and sighed.
"Find anything, Dad?" said Fred eagerly.
"All I got were a few shrinking door keys and a biting kettle," yawned Mr. Weasly. "There was some pretty nasty stuff that wasn't my department, though. Mortlake was taken away for questioning about some extremely odd ferrets, but that's the Committee on the Experimental Charms, thank goodness...."
"Why would anyone bother making door keys shrink?" said George.
"Just Muggle-baiting," sighs Mr. Weasley. "Sell them a key that keeps shrinking to nothing so they can never find it when they need it.... Of course, it's very hard to convict anyone because no Muggle would admit their key keeps shrinking - they'll insist they just keep losing it. Bless them, they'll go to any lengths to ignore magic, even if it's staring them in the face...... But the things out lot have taken to enchanting, you wouldn't believe-"
"LIKE CARS, FOR INSTANCE?"
Mrs. Weasley had appeared, holding a long poker like a sword. Mr. Weasley's eyes jerked open. He stared guiltily at his wife.
"C-cars, Molly, dear?"
"Yes , Arthur, cars," said Mrs. Weasley, her eyes flashing. "Imagine a wizard buying a rusty old car and telling his wife all he wanted to do with it was take it apart to see how it worked, while really he was enchanting it to make it fly."
Mr. Weasley blinked.
"Well, dear, I think you'll find that he would be quite within the law to do that, even if -er- he maybe would have done better to, um, tell his wife the truth..... There's a loophole in the law, you'll fine....As long as he wasn't intending to fly the car, the fact that the car could fly wouldn't-"
"Arthur Weasley, you made sure there was a loophole when you wrote that law!" shouted Mrs. Weasley. "Just so you could carry on tinkering with all that Muggle rubbish in your shed!"
Mr. Weasley sighed in defeat and gave his children a sweeping look. He was about to take another sip of his tea when he stopped dead. He looked back up at the faces at the table.
"Molly one of these are not ours. We do not have six children in this house anymore," He said.
"Yes your boys flew that car to Harry's and back last night!"
"Harry?" Mr. Weasley furrowed his brows. "Harry who?"
He looked around again and finally hid eyes stopped at Harry .
"Harry! Great Scott! Is that Harry Potter? Very sorry Harry you just look so much like one of mine. Pleased to meet you, Ron's told us so much about-"
"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.