Okay guys, got a couple of "What the Hells" for you. For one, if you didn't like the story, please be nice about it. (What the Hell is Magic Tree House?) If you don't like it, just move on. I do understand that the idea may be weak, but seriously. Don't be rude. What the Hell.

Secondly, I realize that it's not believable, but i somehow also have a hard time believing that they could get to Texas from Britain without a plane or boat. Fireplace powder is not a good explanation. Sorry. The only explanation I can offer is that he over heard Dudley begging his parents to go and he wanted to do something Dudley never could.

Idnarb, What the flip flopping Hell. Of course you know they'll play that! And who do you think Sylvia is?! You have been reprimanded. Oh, and sorry if I made Kathy a little too mean...

Thank you for the reviews, nonetheless. I don't mean to be awful, but if you lived in HELL you would be too. thank you for your patience.

Disclaimer: Jag ager inte det!!

George climbed into the seat next to Sylvia. as she went through and put her things in the cubbies on the other side. She returned and flumped into the seat beside him.

"Is this your first ride with the Titan, then?"

He nodded.

She grabbed his hand, squeezed it tightly for emphasis, then let it go.. "It's awesome. Almost as good as Mr. Freeze. You're gonna love it!" The car was moving slowly, clicking upward to the highest hill in Six Flags. "Ready?"

"I'm ready."

"Are you gonna put up your hands?"

"Why?"

"Just do it. Trust me."

"Okay then, I guess I will."

Sylvia grinned at him once more, pearly whites gleaming in the sun. She then turned out and looked forward toward their destination - almost straight down. "Let's gooOOOOAAAAAAHHH!" The word was lost in her scream as they rocketed over the hilltop and down the slope at 85 mph. George's were less screams than laughter. If it weren't for the restraints, this would have been better than riding a broom.

He felt a hand grip his, which was white-knuckled onto the gaurd rail, and rip it up into the air. The wind whipped it back and his other hand joined it.

Sylvia was right. It was better with your hands up.

When they stumbled off of the ride, Ginny said, "Wicked, guys! That was the best!"

Two girls ran up to them.

"Okay, so next we're going to-"

Sylvia held up a hand and stopped her friend. "Killian, this is Fred, George, and Ginny Weasley." She leaned back and whispered in Ginny's ear, "That's right, right?" When Ginny nodded, she nodded and turned back to her friends. "British people, this is Killian and Kathy Thomasing."

"Her name is Lillian!"

"Well, I like Killian! If she wants to call me Killian she can and so can they!"

Killian had long, brown hair and fringe bands over her brown eyes. She wore a purple shirt with silver writing that said "Niallik." The shirt looked homemade and resembled Sylvia's, which was orange with black letters that read, "Aivlys."

Kathy dressed in a rodeo shirt and cowboy boots, showing her cowgirl pride. Her chestnut brown hair was up in a high, out of her face ponytail. Her skin was incredibly tan and her eyes were almost exactly like Killian's.

"Killian and Kathy are sisters. This is Kathy's reward for winning the Barrel.. racing... thing..."

Kathy snapped, "I won first place in the Central Texas Barrel Racing Association Competition! Get it right, for once, Sylvia! I can't believe I have to come here with you two!"

"Kathy, we brought you to congratulated you!"

"You brought me so that you could have a chaperon and mom would let you and your little friend go to Six Flags and that stupid convention and so that you had a driver!"

"We paid for food, gas, and tickets!"

"Whatever!"

"And housing expenses!" Sylvia put in. "You can do whatever you want for the rest of the week. Remember, we gave you that... What was it, Killi? Like, 100, I think?"

"Right!" Killian snapped. "You get a free shopping trip too! All you have to do is drop us off at the hotel every morning and leave! Is that so hard?"

"I hate you, you stupid brat!"

"Fine! You shouldn't have come then!"

"Fine! Well maybe I'll leave then!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!

"Fine!"

Sylvia sighed and rolled her eyes. "This could go on all day. To the Batmobile!" She grabbed George and Killian's hands and charged down the stairs and away from the ride.

Fred and Ginny had to jog to keep up, as well as Kathy.

"Uhm... Kathy, was it?" Ginny asked.

"Why are you following us?" she snapped.

Ginny backed off.

"Now you wait one second, Mug-" Fred began, but Killian put a hand over his mouth, shooting a glare at her sister.

"Don't talk to that witch," she hissed. Her tone did a 180 as she turned to Ginny."What did you need?"

"I was just wondering... What's a... Batmobile?"

Killian laughed, but Sylvia stopped dead. "You don't know what the Batmobile is?" Her face was filled with what seemed like unnecessary horror.

"Ginny, maybe we..."

"Did you live under a rock?! How can you not know about the Batmobile?!" Sylvia threw her arms around Ginny melodramatically. "YOU POOR DEPRIVED CHILD!"

Killian giggled, a little hysterically, and pried her friend off of the panicking red-head. "Uhm, Syl, sweetie, I believe you're scaring the nice girl. We should just leave them alone, now-"

George grabbed Sylvia's hand again. "But she promised to be our tour guide. She can't leave us. We won't be able to... oh, how did she say it... 'enjoy this place properly.' You can't leave us."

Sylvia grinned widely. "Yay! They want us to help! We can't abandon them! They don't even know what the Batmobile is!"

Killian raised an eyebrow. "You can't have any more Pink Things..."

"That's right!" She turned to Fred. "Do you have any money?"

George dug a wad of green paper out of his pocket. "This?"

"Sylvia, wait!" Killian called as she grabbed George by the wrist and yanked him off to a stand. "Uh... sorry about her..."

Fred laughed. "Why? She's a bit mad, but really, quite funny."

Katie scoffed. "Yeah, whatever. She's a loon."

Killian smacked her and followed after Sylvia. When they caught up, Sylvia was holding three... things...

She unwrapped one quickly and stuck it in George's mouth, then did the same to Fred and Ginny, who were expecting it now.

"We are seriously cutting back on your sugar..." Killian sighed. "Sorry, I had to buy her a Pink Thing for every four hugs."

Katie frowned harder. "You two are idiots."

"What hugs?" Ginny asked.

"It's a stupid game they play. Sylvia goes around asking strange men for hugs and wins a Pink Thing for every four that agrees. And, of course, those stupid Popsicles make her really hyper and then she gets even more hugs and even more Pink Things."

Fred interrupted, "What flavor is this?"

"Cherry."

"It is not cherry!" Sylvia and Killian snapped.

"It is a mysterious flavor the origins of which are unknown!" Sylvia stated in a very matter-of-fact tone.

"We told you that it can't be cherry flavored if it doesn't taste like cherry!"

"And does it taste like cherry, Fred?"

"I'm George."

Sylvia made a face and a frustrated noise. "Whatever! Does it taste like cherry to you?"

Ginny licked her lips. "No, not really..."

Both girls turned to Kathy and shouted, "HAH!"

Sylvia took a deep breath. "Now then, like a I said, To the Batmobile."

Wordlessly, the group went on. The trek was too long, but after only a minute, Sylvia and Killian became chatty once more. When they finally reached the other side of Gotham City, the two girls stopped and stared at a sleek black car that seemed incredibly out of place in the Gotham Midway.

"That, Weasleys, is the Batmobile."

"Batman himself drove that car all over Gotham city to defeat The Joker,"

"The Penguin,"

"Mr. Freeze,"

"Poison Ivy,"

"Catwoman,"

"Harley Quinn,"

"Harley Quinn was the Joker's girlfriend. She doesn't count," Sylvia corrected.

Kathy scoffed. "Batman was a stupid superhero. He didn't even have any superpowers."

Sylvia stomped away into the line of a ride, muttering something about "super-ATM."

Ginny and her brothers hung back from the three muggle girls.

"These muggles are... wierd, Fred. I don't know about them."

George laughed. "I like them. They're mad, but..."

"Funny," Fred finished. "I thought so too."

Ginny shook her head. "You two would like them..."

The line for The Batman would have been too long if Sylvia, Killian, Fred and George hadn't kept it so entertaining. Somehow, Killian and Sylvia never caught on, after all the strange questions, that George, Fred and Ginny weren't normal. They asked vaguely whether they were another species or Amish, but they joked more than anything and they were easily distracted from their wonderings about the Weasley's humanity.

When they exited The Batman, Killian was as hyper as Sylvia and they ran, not walked, not jogged, ran, dragging the others behind them, to the slighty disturbing entrance to Mr. Freeze.

They were, however presented with a problem when they reached the front of the line.

"So, who's sitting with who?"

Kathy grabbed Ginny. "I want the normal one." Ginny winced.

"Our turn. I'll sit with-?"

George and Fred exchanged knowing glances. George grabbed Sylvia by the arm and Fred snatched Killian. "I'm sitting with you," they said in unison.

A blush crept up the girls' faces. Sylvia nodded and Killian whimpered, "Alrighty then..."

As the car pulled up, the three pairs entered the best ride (A/N You may think it's an opinion, but you're wrong. Mr. Freeze is just the best...) in all of Six Flags. It was the first one that had seemed awkward all day and it would not be the last.

Whatever guys. I'm freaking tired and I'm freaking sick of the BS around here. Sorry if I'm crabby, but it's either you guys or the 10 year old. You wouldn't wish and author's wrath on a 10 year old, would you?!

Oh yeah, review, dammit! and you all get a bucket of tacos!! Even if it's a nasty review that pisses me off and makes my day worse than it already was, A BUCKET!!

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