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The Whale that got Beached in the Backseat

The end of book six

Harry Potter and Ron Weasel are heading home after Dumblebums funeral.

They take the flying car (what else would they take)

"Ready to go home?" Ron tenderly asked Harry as they headed towards the forbidden forest to find there transport. Of course Harry and Ron couldn't get the train because it was not yet the end of the school year (and they are too good for public transport).

It was decided that since Harry and Ron were going to be drop outs they could find there own way home, so were are going to drive in the magic flying car to Ron's house "The Burrow"

"Yes" Harry mumbled

"Are you okay?" Ron looked at Harry with a mother hen expression on his face.

"Yes" Harry re-mumbled

As they stepped into the car they took one long last look at the forest that they had so many great adventures in and remembered how they never got punished for any of them. They had no idea when, if ever, they would be returning to Hogwarts and the forbidden forest. The place that had been home for some of the most important years and events of there live. A home that they had spent more time in than there real home with there parents, when would they ever see it again, it ripped Harry's heart half out to think of leaving home forever. And if he was to return all the teachers would probably be dead or incontinent, it would be like his parents dyeing all over again (he felt the teachers were almost his real parents as he had spent more time with them than with his real dead biological parents).

"Toot toot" the car said and off they flew.

The journey started off uneventful enough. It was a fine day so there wasn't even too much turbulence; that is, not until later. The lack of clouds could be seen as a negative for someone flying in a car that wants to remain hidden from piggy muggle eyes, but it wasn't a problem. In the years since Harry and Ron last flew the car it had been fixed (well its invisibility/camouflage thing had been fixed anyway; it still occasionally belched a black puff of smoke) apart from the smoke it could not be seen.

"What are you going to do when you get home?" Ron cheerfully inquired to Harry.

"Why are you so happy?"

"Why shouldn't I be? It's a lovely day, we never have to go back to school, no more lessons or exams and I get to spend the next few hours with my best buddy"

Harry glared at Ron

"Oh, right, Dumbledoor" Ron realized "I forgot about that"

"HOW CAN YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN, WE LEFT THE FUNERAL LIKE 2 MINUTES AGO" Harry shouted

"Blimey Harry what are you so upset about? You know I have red hair and that it sometimes affects my brain"

Harry seethed "stupid Ron, you're an idiot" he thought to himself.

"What is wrong with you today Ron, you are acting way out of character"

"This is just how I deal with death; you're not exactly acting like yourself either Harry"

"YES I AM" Harry defensively screeched

Ron looked at Harry as if to say "I rest my case"

This look was the last straw for the already distraught Harry; he leapt into the back seat to sulk. He didn't want to hear another word from Ron, or even see his face; the smell he emitted at regular intervals was quite enough for Harry to remember his presence in the car.

But Harry didn't suspect that this was not an ordinary car, it was a magic car. It wasn't a wise move to go and sulk in the back seat. You never know what might happen in a magic car.

AN: How can Harry not suspect that it's a magic car when it's flying?