“What on earth is that?!” Harry asked Arthur when he showed up at The Burrow one night.
“It’s a rocket!” Arthur replied, with a beam on his face that could only come from muggle items that he had come across. Harry just continued to stare between the rocket and Mr Weasley.
“It flies!” Mr Weasley continued, still clearly overexcited by his find.
“Well, I know that… But why is it in your garden?” Harry replied, already hoping the answer wasn’t one that would earn Mr Weasley a shouting that rivaled a howler from his wife.
“I came across it at work, and so I brought it home for some, well… further testing,” Mr Weasley replied. There it was, the answer Harry was not hoping for. “I need to fix it up,” Mr Weasley continued, and then he turned to Harry with an excited gleam in his eye that Harry hadn’t seen since well before the battle. “Will you help me?”
Harry knew Arthur could do with his help, considering Arthur didn’t know nearly as much as he thought he did about the muggle world and it’s technology, and he also didn’t want to disappoint Mr Weasley.
“Of course,” Harry replied, trying to insert as much enthusiasm as possible into his words. Harry had never been much of a handyman, but it was never too late to learn.
“Don’t worry, there won’t be anything that could get us into trouble with, well, me,” Arthur said with a mischievous glint in his eyes that didn’t quite back up his statement. Harry had always wondered where the twins had got their mischievous ways from, but he was starting to understand now.
So Harry got to work while Mr Weasley examined the handbooks and threw instructions at Harry. To be fair, it wasn’t such a bad way to pass the time before Ginny and Hermione finished their year at Hogwarts and came home.