Author's Note: This is my first Harry Potter fan fiction, ever. I just started reading the books. (Please don't kill me, those who are obsessed.) I lived the passed couple years surrounded (almost completely) by avid Harry Potter fans. And guess what? I caved to peer pressure.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, or Harry Potter characters in general. Nor do I own JK Rowling.

Edited December 2006, just a tweek

-"The Invitation", Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Mum's Letter
A Harry Potter Story

"Mum, what are you doing?"

"I'm writing a letter to Harry's uncle and aunt, Fred."

"Why?" blurted George.

"I think it's best to ask their permission before we attempt to kidnap their nephew before going to a world-wide wizarding event."

"What are those?" little Ginny pointed.

"I think these are what Muggles call 'stamps'," Mrs. Weasley informed her children.

Ron picked up the bit of paper that held the postage stamps. "What do they do? The pictures aren't moving! They're broken!"

"Oh, they're not broken, Ronald! They're just…umm..." Mrs. Weasley was at a loss for an explaination.

"What do we do with them?" George asked, poking at a picture of the Queen.

"You take 'em off the paper and lick them, and stick them all over the letter you send through the post," Mr. Weasley came in.

By now, most of the fire-haired family surrounded the table Mrs. Weasley was working at, all except Charlie, Bill and Percy, who all had better things to do.

"All over--?" said George.

"Can we--?" said Fred.

"Go ahead, kids," Mr. Weasley yawned. "I think it's a tedious thing for Muggles to do just to send a letter. All they really need to do is train the owls. I think they are quite a bit more reliable."

"Except Errol," Ron muttered.

"Wha'sat?" said his father.

"Nothing."

"Well, children," Mrs. Weasley piped when she has finally finished sealing the shining pink envelope. "Have at it!"

She stood back and let the chaos unfold.

"Ger'roff-a-me!"

Thump.

"Hey!"

"My turn!"

"You're sticking it the wrong way!"

"Ow!"

"Mother!"

"Dad!"

Ginny managed to have a stamp of the London Bridge on the end of her little nose. Ron had several in his tangle of hair. Fred and George, well, we can skip them.

Every little bit of the envelope was covered within seconds, when Mrs. Weasley cried out, "Oh, I forgot to put the address!"