Surprising Evil

"Okay, dear. Take care. We'll pick you up at the end of holidays for Diagon Alley," Mrs. Weasley shouted from the ground below. She blew her nose loudly on the floral print apron she wore over her cotton dress, all the while standing outside the burrow, a shabby house looking as if its many stories were about to tip over at any moment.

"Boys," she called, now addressing Ron and his older brothers, Fred and George, identical twins, similar looking to Ron only two years older and less lanky than their younger sibling. "Be careful with that car." Her eyes fixed onto Ron's. "We can't afford to lose another one."

She didn't approve of the car, bewitched to fly by their father, but it was the fastest way to get Harry home, and safe as long as they kept the invisibility booster on.

The small yellow Volkswagen lifted up into the air and disappeared from sight.

Fred and George sat up front, bickering about driving. George was driving at the moment, but if Fred had anything to say about it, that would soon change.

Harry and Ron sat in the back, in complete silence.

"It's rotten luck, you know," Ron started, wishing he could see his friend, but the invisibility booster prevented this. "It was turning out to be a good holiday and now you have to go back to those filthy muggles."

Harry sighed, looking down at the green meadow they were passing, its tall blades of grass stirring in the light breeze and soaking up the bright sun that would scorch the skin of any human daring to step outside. "I don't want to go back, Ron."

"I know. It's your rotten luck, Harry, not mine."

Harry snorted. "So, you're glad to get rid of me?" His voice had hit a sharper edge, not a sign of puberty creeping upon him but because he was hurt by his friend's last comment.

"Bloody hell, Harry. You know I don't mean that."

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Half an hour later the car started to dip downwards.

"George, up is that way!"

"I can't see where you're pointing, Fred."

"So, you admit it? You don't know which way up is?"

Through their arguing, the car began to dip even lower and both Harry and Ron were holding their seats tightly. If they weren't invisible, they'd see that their knuckles were turning white.

Below them was a busy highway, cars were zooming by at a fast speed, empty soda bottles and ketchup packets littering the ditches along side the roads.

"Guys," Ron said, his voice hitting a high pitch. "Maybe you should watch the road.. or get us away from it!"

Suddenly, the car began to swerve and dip even lower until they found themselves face down on the ground. The car was now visible and meters away, its doors open and riding away.

"Stop it!" shouted both the twins in unison, standing and running after it.

As Harry and Ron jumped to their feet and ran after the two red headed pranksters, frantically failing their arms in vain to make their way to the car, Ron looked at Harry with a shrug. "Figure it knows our old car?"

Harry laughed, despite the situation. In their second year they had taken the Weasley's previous car and flew it to Hogwarts. After being beaten by the Whomping Willow, the car had thrown them out and rode away.

Miraculously, the Volkswagen stopped. It only did so to emit Harry's luggage, something it had forgotten to do earlier, but it was long enough for Fred to grab the door and jump into the driver's seat.

"Who says you get to drive?" Panted George, bent over beside his brother.

"Well, it looks like you didn't do too well in the driver's seat before."

George couldn't argue with that and ran over to the passenger's side.

Harry and Ron caught up with them, and got into the back seat, smiling at each other.

Fred pulled on the steering wheel, directing the car up into the sky, and pressing the invisibility booster.

Just as they flew away, a little girl driving along side her mother in a small red car squealed with excitement. "Mommy, that car just flew into the sky and disappeared!"