The words would come early in the morning, far earlier than they would ever want to wake up on a nor

The words would come early in the morning, far earlier than they would ever want to wake up on a normal Saturday. “It’s Muggle Day!” they would hear, soft enough not to wake Mum, but loud enough that they were instantly awake. They would hurry to dress as quickly and quietly as possible, completely sure that their mother had no idea what was happening and trying their hardest to stifle their excited giggles. (Ginny knew; Ginny always knew.  Harry would whisper in her ear before he went to wake the children and she’d smile and cast a silencing spell so she could get a well deserved lie-in) Harry would rush them out the door and onto the slowly waking street.  They’d make their way to the nearest Underground station, five blocks away.  Yawns would be stifled and eyes still blinking away bleariness, but they never ever complained.  There was no complaining on Muggle Day. Sometimes they would go to the movies, switching between theaters as they each chose the film they wanted to see the most.  Sometimes it was the British museum (Albus’ favorite), or a football match (which James adored), or the zoo (where Lily was happiest even if Dad got a bit funny around the snakes).  The only rule was no magic- a whole day pretending to be Muggles just like Dad had at their age. That was their favorite part of Muggle Day- Dad telling stories about growing up in the Muggle world. They always ended in an ice cream parlor, eating sundaes larger than Lily’s head and listening to Dad with wide eyes and rapt attention.  He told them about his school and his cupboard and how he used to tease Uncle Dudley.  He taught them bits of Muggle history, things he remembered from long ago lessons and books he nicked from the school library.  There was no mention of Hogwarts or Quidditch or the stories they saw in the paper or read in their books. They’d walk home, exhausted and dragging their feet, Lily on Dad’s shoulders and Albus trying to step on James’ heels without getting caught.  Mum would scold them for ruining their dinners with ice cream and wiping at their sticky faces while they squirmed and whined. And that was Harry’s favorite part of Muggle Day- seeing his family together, warm and happy, with full bellies and even fuller hearts. Source: www.ezrapundcake.com -- source link

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