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This story was formed from an silly idea I had when we were chatting on THENEXTGEN FANATICS FORUM which is full of Fun amazing people.
Disclaimer: I own nothing just having fun
Big Thank you to my friend Becca(Aebbe) who was my beta a braved my grammar
He heard the alarms sound as a howler flew into his office but he just laughed, as the bright red envelope sprang to life and he heard his son Albus' voice screech.
"She's at it again" He laughed again, knowing that Al and the team of obliviators were in for another long day.
Albus POV
It had been close to a fortnight since the last emergencythat had sent his team of obliviators to Walkerville Primary. The alarm sounded and he just knew, even though she had promised that there would be no further instances of trouble.
"The Frizz is up to her dodgy field trips again, Potter," Obliviator Krum laughed
"Shut it, Rose!" Albus growled scowling
Once Rose had confirmed his suspicions, he sent a howler to his father and head of the Auror office, explaining his contempt with the situation. Like it would do any good; his father and everyone else had a soft spot for The Frizzand found her little excursions amusing.
Arriving at the school minutes later, he saw her wearing some mad dress with fake body parts all over it, prancing around like some nutter in the asylum. He glared menacingly at that ruddy bus of hers that Granddad Weasley, and the traitor Minerva had turned out to be in her old age, had transformed for her.
"I expect this from her, but you, Liz, I thought had more sense," he lectured the Moke that so often was her co-conspirator.
The Frizz walked over to him to unapologetically justify, yet again, the need for the breech. This time she had taken her entire class into a beehive and transformed that ruddy Magic School Bus of hers into a honeybee. The latest field trip yet again broke the Statute of Secrecy, creating countless hours of work for Albus. Damn Minerva, Lily could never have pulled this kind of stunt without hergiving the bus extra abilities to transform.
"I just had to take them, Albie, my lesson about pollination is very important. You want life as we know it to continue don't you? Bees are vital to our planets survival!"
"This time I am not letting you off with a warning, Frizz! I will see to it they snap your wand!" He shouted. How dare she have so little regard for his job, or her promises to him to stop this insanity?
"Fine, send me before the Wizengamot, Albie, and we'll see who votes to turn Harry Potter's only daughter into a squib," she mocked, "It would be political suicide and you know it."
Shaking his head in defeat and frustration, he knew she had him. If he filed formal charges, no one would side against her. It had been a long running joke when Harry Potter's crazy daughter ran off and married the Muggle Frank Frizzle. Lily had decided to teach Muggle Year Three primary school, and had then talked Granddad Weasley and Minerva into helping her with a special project. Since then, Albus had deployed the Obliviators out at least two dozen times.
The Daily Prophet had a joke column devoted to mocking him every chance they got, always printing the latest Frizz report when news of these so-called field trips leaked to reporters. He had a sneaking suspicion James was behind it, just to get his goat.
Frizz POV
Liz had warned me that this trip was a bad idea. I had just promised Albus I would lie low for a bit. That last trip to the volcano had taken him days to sort. But my kids needed to learn about pollination. Honeybees are becoming endangered and Wizard and Muggle alike will suffer if we don't fix the problem.
I love my bus. Min, and Granddad helped me get the transformation spells just right, so all I have to do is tap my wand to the dash and say, "Bus, Do Your Stuff," and it will transform into just about anything. I am usually successful in keeping my class's little trips out of the press and Muggle involvement to minimum. I do not know why Al gets so upset; Rose is on his team and she never minds if the odd beekeeper needs a memory mod here or there.
My class's parents never believe my students when they say we took a trip into the bloodstream or rode a drop of rain into the rainbow. Why am I apologizing to him anyway,the bloody hypocrite? After the damage, he used to cause.
When he was younger, he used to drop George's sweets into unsuspecting sweet shops in London, and Muggles were randomly sprouting feathers, fireworks shooting out of their bums, and disappearing for hours on end. After taking the post in the Magical Law Enforcement Department, though, he joined the Obliviators and his wand was now permanently glued in his bum.
Walking up to him, I readied myself for the typical threats. I wasn't disappointed; he started ranting about wand snapping and Azkaban, and I smirked as finally he conceded defeat when I pointed out that he would never convict.
"Rose, are we almost finished?" I asked, trying to look remorseful
"Yes, Lils, no harm done, but do try to be good for a bit. Al really will lose it and I have my Mum's Party next week," she begged
"I will try, but we are learning about myths and legends next week and a trip to see Charlie is in the works," I whispered quietly, hoping Al did not have the extendable ear out.
"Wait till after the party, Frizz." She laughed and dissapparated
When I headed home for the evening, a copy of the Evening Prophet was waiting for me. Circled in bright red letter was the headline, reading, "The Frizz has a Honey of a Day and lands Potter with a Sticky Mess." In addition, a small note from Rose:
"Damn James!"