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Note: Alright, here is year 6. This one is filled with a lot more emotionally charged things and some stuff about the Fates and at least, the truth about Matt and Courtney. Hope everyone checks this out. I love mentioning those who do! Happy reading and be sure to share your thoughts! =)

The Trip Back

"I said stop touching stuff" I told Fred smacking his hand away from the radio dial. "George, where's the bag—George!" I looked back in time to see George fiddling with the handle of the seat, causing it to fold up and then quickly straight up.

"You know, we'd just use our wands for simple things like this. I can't believe you have to actually press something. Even though it says automatic, doesn't automatic mean it does it by itself?" he asked flipping the button again. I grunted in annoyance as I once again got out of my car.

"Tell me again why we have to use your car? Dad could've just flown his in, or, you know, we have taken the train or something a little more…" George trailed off upon seeing my expression.

"I honestly loved the plane ride. It's a bit like being on a broom. Only without the wind in your face or the fresh air smell, and it seemed quite cramped in there" Fred commented as he started looking around in the glove compartment.

"I thought that women was going to have a heart attack when you asked about opening the door for a breeze" George commented finally letting go of the switch, now moving to inside the car to explore the pockets.

"That's because you're not supposed to open the doors. You'd think you were little children the way you carried on" I commented.

"Just promise me on the way back if there's a crying baby I can mute it, okay?" Fred asked finally climbing out of the car. I shook my head; wondering if I should have gone alone on this trip.

"If you want to go back now I don't have a problem with it" I said with a deep sigh, trying to regain any energy I could.

"We wanted to stay at your house, meet your parents, your siblings, but you won't let us…" George joked pulling out an umbrella.

"Please put that back before you poke someone's eye out" I told him but as I expected, he ignored me. "Alright, listen to me. I'm going inside to use the bathroom and talk to Amber for a moment before you wipe out her memory; please don't move and don't destroy my car…" I begged. Fred gave me a kiss, which didn't reassure me at all, and George merely nodded as if he understand and would obey. Sighing I gave up and started for the house.

I glanced back at my scarlet Yaris which I had recently bought. Well, technically it was an early birthday present from the Malfoys; even though Draco banned me from the house—much to his parents surprise—they still kept in touch and a couple of weeks into break I received a letter asking what I wanted for my birthday at the end of August. At first I imagined telling them they should donate any amount they were willing to spend on me to some worthy wizarding cause, but then once we started to settle on the plane to get Melinda I decided on asking for the amount of money that would be equivalent or just over the amount of an American car. It would've taken forever had I not had Bill to personally assist me. At first he was hesitate and greatly suspicious of my actions, especially since it involved the twins but he came around when I explained the whole situation, and how it was mainly to bring Melinda back.

Even though we started planning the events late June, it took practically all July to get the events to work out. The car was the main issue; the main point of that was to not alert my parents that I was up to not good and the best way to do that was to have my own car. First, I traveled home, took the permit test, practiced for a few weeks and then eventually convince my parents to let me take my road test. Granted most of the convincing involved I had to showing them my scores, retelling my experience with the wizarding world—of course leaving out the near death experiences—and talking about my social interactions. They were overjoyed to hear I had a boyfriend, but a little less overjoyed that he was eighteen. Thankfully—much to Fred's dislike—I didn't give them the chance to meet.

Purchasing the car was another matter completely. My mum found the amount of money quite ridiculous—I didn't even mention the other times—and at first told me to send it all back, but eventually she changed her mind to thinking it could be a small contribution toward college, if not for me, for one of my siblings, nonetheless they wanted to have no part in me buying a car. George was nearly falling apart when I took his wand after mentioning my parents wanted me to give the money away to my siblings for their education, but not mine. When I asked how buying a car had anything to do with education he explained that if Melinda wasn't there, there was a chance we'd all decrease our enthusiasm about classes, therefore grades would suffer. I didn't confiscate Fred's wand until I realized one day he was trying to follow my directions to get to my house. Not that he would never meet them, this round just wasn't the right time.

I was more than thankful my friend Amber allowed me to stay with her at her grandmother's house, and even more thankful when they swore to keep their mouths, though, aside I did tell the twins they could erase their memories before we left for good. I felt slightly bad about it, Amber was a good friend, but this was something that I didn't need her spreading around—muggles weren't technically supposed to know about wizards and witches until after marriage or something like that anyway but mostly I didn't need Amber knowing—remembering.

I had ordered the car a week before we left London and had it delivered to Amber's house, Fred signed the appropriate forms since he was eighteen. Surprisingly there weren't too many questions, though the lady who was there directing us seemed a bit taken back when Fred mentioned this would be our first American possession as a couple. We had to go back and fill out more forms after I got my license, which thankfully I managed on the first try. I was tempted to have Fred get his too but I figured that would be too much for him to take in, besides, we had to get back to his shop by the tenth of August, they Ministry wouldn't extend their vacation any longer than that unless they had more details and we knew giving them more information was worse than giving them less.

By time all arrangements were finally made it was August 6th, we had four days to convince Melinda to come back, board another plane, figure out what to do about my car and get back to London. Everything had gone smoothly up until the point of actually getting the car and leaving. I'd never seen the twins so intrigued with something so simple in my entire life. Their father had a car, but I supposed since he adjusted it a bit it was more of a wizardry car than a regular muggle car. George wanted to make a few adjustments, he even tried complaining about the height but eventually I told him we'd leave America all together and forget Melinda if he didn't shut up. To my surprise he hadn't complained since.

Mrs. Weasley knew very little about the trip. She seemed more than accepting about letting me stay the summer, as were the other Weasleys, even Bill to my great surprise. It was a bit frightening what they were thinking and what exactly the assumed the future would hold for me and Fred. Of course it didn't help when Fred's excuse to come with me was to meet my parents in America. I'd never see Mrs. Weasley look so happy, only when I mentioned George would be coming too did she seem to settle down. She didn't ask if we'd be seeing Melinda, but Ginny explained it was because Mrs. Weasley assumed we'd be too depressed to bring her up. I started to comment that I was fine but I figured that could get misconstrued.