Chapter 2: If Something is Lost and You Don't Want to Find it, Don't Look for it
"Where are they?" Mr. Weasley growled after they had been walking for several minutes.
"I don't know....She did have on those really tall boots....Maybe it takes a long time to tie them...," Ron said. Mr. Weasley gave him a disapproving look.
"That is no excuse...They should be able to tie their shoe laces! They are not kindergarteners! Well....Okay, maybe Wolf acts like one, but still! All the extensive training they have been through! You would think that tying your shoe laces wouldn't be that difficult for them!!"
"What kind of training?" Ron questioned, interested and finding out what was going on.
"Well, first...." Mr. Weasley cut himself off and glared at Ron. "That is not very funny Ron." For some reason, Mr. Weasley had been rather grumpy ever since they met Wolf.
"You don't care for Wolf, do you Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked, bluntly.
"Uhh...I'm sure she means well...but....Quite frankly...there's just something about her that brings out the worst in everyone.....Probably related to You-Know-Whole," he whispered.
"Maybe we should go look for them..."
"We can't, Ron. The portkey will leave without us! You boys don't know how to apparate...and..." Mr. Weasley had a look of pure horror on his face.
"What's the matter, Dad?"
"THE PORTKEY WAS WITH THE LUGGAGE!!!!!"
~Meanwhile~
"You suppose they will be needing this rusty, old can?" Wolf asked, grinning evilly.
"Come on Wolf...We should apparate.....You know...Go back and get them..." Wolf rolled her eyes.
"I suppose that would be the saintly thing to do....But I'm not a saint," she said, her grin widening. Fox gave her a piercing glare.
"Come on! They were the only family willing to take us in!" Wolf sighed heavily.
"My heart leaps out for them....Really it does..." Just then, Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen.
"You say they should be coming by portkey any minute now..?" Wolf lowered her head.
"Uhh...yes ma'am..." Mrs. Weasley smiled.
"Such a nice girl...I can't see why there was such a fuss over you." Wolf fought hard to suppress laughter. Fox, on the other hand, looked determined to go back and give the portkey to them.
"Wolf! COME ON!!!!" Wolf sighed again and grabbed the can.
"Alright, alright...Follow my lead..." She walked over to the luggage and pretended to be sorting through the bags. All of a sudden, she yelled, "OH MY GOSH!! THEY LEFT THE PORTKEY WITH LUGGAGE!!" Mrs. Weasley gasped as she heard this.
"My goodness! Someone's got to give it to them!"
"We'll go...Don't worry.." Mrs. Weasley gave them both a hug.
"Such good girls...Be careful now." They nodded and apparated.
"When was it set to go off?!" Harry asked as he could feel time slipping away...FAST.
"Uhh...," Mr. Weasley said as he glanced at his watch. "In about five minutes," his voice sounded somber.
"Ohh....There is no way....," Ron began.
"Yes......Knowing Wolf, we won't be home for another WEEK!" Mr. Weasley was definitely not himself. Suddenly, out of the brush, two figures appeared.
"NEVER FEAR!!! WOLF AND FOX ARE HERE!!!" Wolf cheered. His face became bright with pleasant surprise, yet he managed to say,
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! AND WHERE IS THE LUGGAGE!??"
"Well, we decided to apparate instead of using the portkey....and uhh..." Mr. Weasley's face changed for happy to angry.
"WHAT THE BLOODY-!!"
"LISTEN, WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO YELL AT EACH OTHER!! JUST GRAB HOLD OF THE PORTKEY!!!" Wolf yelled. As though it was a chain reaction to her words, Ron, Mr. Weasley, and Harry all grabbed hold of the portkey. A few seconds later, they were gone.
"Come on, let's just GO!" Fox said, and her and Wolf apparated back to the Burrow.
They arrived just as the others did. For one instant, Mr. Weasley looked relieved and happy, but in the next, his face contorted in fury.
"JUST WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" He yelled. Mrs. Weasley appeared on the spot instantly.
"What's going on?!" she asked.
"These two...!" he began.
"Are very sweet girls...Shame on you for frightening them Arthur!" She scolded. Wolf sighed heavily and grabbed her luggage from the large heap on the table. Fox looked at her with an unpleased glare.
"These people took us into their home! We should be a lot nicer to them....By the way...I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU KISSED PERCY!" she whispered loudly in Wolf's ear.
"Didn't you know," Wolf began in a sarcastic tone," Percy and I are getting married next month..." Fox laughed a little and picked up her bags. "I just did that to scare the rule-loving freak.."
"Looks like you were successful," Mr. Weasley hissed silently when Mrs. Weasley had her back turned. Wolf smiled at him kindly.
"No offense Mr. Weasley...but Percy....He is one sick kid...." Arthur frowned.
"Just you wait...."
"Aww...come on, you must admit what we did to Fudge was funny." He smiled a little.
"Okay...so it was, but just behave and stay out of trouble while you're here...."
"Yes sir, anything you say sir, right away sir!" Wolf said as she stood at attention and saluted Mr. Weasley.
"What is that?" he asked her when she did the salute.
"Show of....admiration and respect...Ummm....in the Muggle armed forces...You know, the Muggle peace-keepers?"
"I thought they were.....what are they called? Please-men?"
"Police men," Fox corrected as she followed Ron upstairs to Ginny's room.
"Right....I thought they were police men."
"Uhh....armed forces keeps the peace with other Muggle nations."
"Ohh...very interesting. I'd like to hear more about these....armed forces peoples." Arthur motioned for Wolf to take a seat next to him. She sighed heavily and sat down.
"Now....what exactly do they do to...keep the peace with other Muggle nations?"
Wolf sat there for three long, miserable, and boring hours, explaining all about the Muggle armed forces. Finally, Mr. Weasley had heard enough to be satisfied for the day. He rubbed his eyes and yawned as he got up from his chair.
"Well, thank you for that information....Very interesting. Right now, I think we should focus on getting ready for dinner. Just then, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Fred, George, and Fox entered from the backyard. They had been out playing Quidditch the whole time. Fox was nursing her injuries from falling off of the broomstick she was riding and falling into a tree (not to mention being stuck in it until they decided she would stop yelling at them).
"I think that....YOU would have been better off staying inside and explaining the armed forces to Mr. Weasley, while I went out and played Quidditch..." Wolf's exhausted face managed to curve into a smile. Fox frowned and laughed hollowly.
"Shove it!"
"BWHAAA!!! SHOVE IT!!! SHOVE IT!!! SHOVE IT!!!" Wolf yelled, everybody in the room stared at her funny. Wolf's ears burned a bright pink and her face got red. "Uhhh....what?" Wolf asked innocently.
"Ha, ha....." Fox laughed.
"Shut it....!" Harry and Ron looked at each other with amused looks on their faces. "You have no right to be laughing....KLUTZ!"
"Shove it Wolf, just shove it."
"BWHAAA!!!! SHOVE IT......!" she stopped, noticing that everyone was looking at her and Fox. "Umm...well....lata!" Wolf darted up the stairs. Fox followed her up the stairs.
"I think I should introduce Mr. Weasley to Tales of the Gun...Or at least the History Channel..."
"Uhh.....I don't think that would be very wise...," Fox said in an uncertain tone.
"What could he possibly do?" All of a sudden, there was a loud bang coming from downstairs. Then there was a loud yelp. "Uhhh...I left my luggage down there...didn't I?" There was a brief moment of silence as Wolf and Fox stared at each other.
"OH CRAP!" Fox yelled. They ran down the stairs from Ginny's room. Mr. Weasley was clutching his eye and cursing loudly.
"I see you found my BB guns.....," Wolf said in a half concerned half amused voice. "My guns are okay....Right?" she said a few seconds later.
"Bloody HELL!" Mr. Weasley shrieked. "What the hell were you thinking, bringing those metal wands into my house?!"
"Guns, Mr. Weasley, guns.....It was your fault anyways....For pilfering through my bags." Mrs. Weasley nodded in approval at what she said.
"That's right Arthur! Shame on you! Invading the poor girl's privacy!!"
"I was just joking Mrs. Weasley...I guess I shouldn't have brought my guns...I just thought they would make great anti-Malfoy weapons....Sort of like a bug-off spray....It was either that or a stun gun...Look at it that way..." Ron and Harry both looked over at her.
"YOU KNOW WHO THE MALFOYS ARE?!" they said in unison.
"Doesn't everybody? Those losers got off...Stupid Death Eaters...If I had it my way, they would have left the trial with a foot stuck up their..."
"WOLF!" Arthur bellowed. Wolf looked taken a back and grabbed her BB guns which were sprawled out carelessly on the table.
"Your eye alright?" she finally asked.
"Yeah....I.....I think I just grazed it..."
"That sounds bizarre....I wanna see!" Wolf pulled his hand away from his eye and examined it. "Wow....I never knew you could do that!"
"I feel a lot better now, thanks...," Mr. Weasley said sarcastically. At that moment, the large grandfather clock struck eleven A.M. Mrs. Weasley put her hands to her face.
"Oh no! I forgot to make lunch for everybody in the-...excitement!" She said, horrified. Fox and Wolf looked at each other and grinned, somewhat maniacally.
"You know what time it is...!" Wolf growled.
"Um...eleven?" Harry suggested, at the same time Mr. Weasley said,
"I don't know...what time is it?" He asked curiously.
"Time ta tear it up!" Wolf grinned.
"How about we go somewhere...out to eat?" Fox asked.
"...Out to eat? Dear, we can't eat outside! Look at the sky!" Mrs. Weasley said.
"No! I mean, let's go eat at a...at a Muggle restaurant!" Mrs. Weasley looked bewildered.
"A Muggle restaurant, you say? Why, I never...! In all of my life...Muggles can't cook for several people, can they?"
"A Muggle restaurant! Just think...! Do they have plugs there? And run off of ekeltricity?" Mr. Weasley asked enthusiastically.
"It's electricity, Mr. Weasley!" Fox said, exasperated.
"How do you guys know so much about... Muggles?" Ron asked uncertainly.
"We were...uuuhhh..." Fox started awkwardly.
"In advanced Muggle Studies. And very good at it, too." Mr. Weasley said in a fierce tone, directed mainly towards Wolf and Fox themselves.
"We were...? I mean, yeah!" They said together. At once, they doubled over laughing. Fox much more so than Wolf, however.
"So...can we go?" Fox asked. Mrs. Weasley sighed, and looked in the direction of the kitchen.
"I suppose that we must..." She said. She looked over to where Mr. Weasley was grinning.
"Oh, goody!" He clapped his hands and smiled enthusiastically. Everybody else in the room sighed, and watched his rapid movements.
"Happy day....," Wolf sighed as he pushed them out the door.
"Alright...Since you two here are the Muggles....I mean Muggle experts, I want you to find us a good restaurant."
"Okie day," Fox said cheerfully.
"Indeed...," Wolf said somberly, the Jolt Cola and Penguins she had "over dosed" on were starting to wear off.
"Uhhh....so where's your car?" Fox asked timidly. Mr. Weasley blushed.
"We don't own one." All the Weasleys looked toward Ron and Harry, accusingly.
"No prob.," Wolf said, digging around in her pockets. She removed a toy car from her pants and set it on the ground.
"What?! Don't tell me we are supposed to all fit in there!" George exclaimed.
"Yeah! What kind of stupid git are you?!"
"Of course we aren't going to all fit in there!" Wolf said, smacking her forehead. She pulled out another toy car and set it on the ground several feet away from the first car. "Enlargeous enchanto!" Wolf said, waving her wand out at them. The cars grew into life-sized mini-vans. (No specifics in what the car brand names are mentioned out of refusal to advertise anything.....Suck it Trebek!).
"What exactly were you doing with toy cares in your pockets?" Fox asked as they climbed into the driver and passenger sides of the van.
"The same thing I would be doing with a broken disk, a pencil, and a wad of trash." Wolf replied.
"...am I supposed to be surprised? Besides, why are you carrying all of that crap with you?" Fox retorted.
"It has sentimental value!"
"...Right...ha, ha...yeah...how can a bunch of trash be considered sentimental?"
"I don't know...it just is!" Wolf replied fiercely.
"Wha...?...I'm lost...ugh...as usual..."
"I don't know...it just is! I said that!"
"...That?...you are messed up Wolf..." Fox had an extremely confused look on her face. Wolf sighed, and got into one of the mini-vans. Fred, George, and Harry were already in there. There wasn't enough room for the both of the duo. Fox climbed into the other mini-van, which held Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, and Ron.
"I'm surprised that you aren't with Ron." Wolf said calmly to Harry. He shook his head.
"I don't know...He seems kind of out of it today...don't know what's got him going...Besides...why aren't you with Fox?"
"Dunno. Not enough room, perhaps?" She said in that sarcastic/cocky tone of hers.
"Oh..." Harry shrugged. Fred and George looked back at Wolf, grinning.
"Ever been to Hogwarts before?" They asked. Wolf shook her head.
"Nah...been...uh...private tutored..." She said, somewhat awkwardly.
"Awesome!" Fred and George said in unison, and grinned. "We've got some...jokes...you wanna come to our shop in Diagon Alley before you leave?" Fred asked.
"When are we leaving for King's Cross?" Harry cut in.
"In exactly one week. Ooh...boot to the head for Hogwarts! Yeah, sure, I'll come to your shop...what kind of stuff ya go there?" The twins proceeded to tell her everything about their shop, and how it came to...
"So...how far away is this 'Chinese' restaurant?" Ron asked Fox.
"Ummm...I'm not sure...Wolf is the one who decided on it...I'm assuming that she knows how to get there...if not...well then...we'll be back in time to catch the train." Fox grinned, and laughed. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at the two.
"So how did you and Wolf meet, Fox?" Mrs. Weasley asked sweetly.
"Well...um..." She was trying to decide this so the answer didn't involve telling Ron about her job. "I'm not sure...we just...I dunno...sort of met?" She said meekly. Everybody laughed, and Mr. Weasley put his eyes back on the road. Without turning around, he said,
"Er...Is Wolf...always...does she always act like that?"
"Oh, of course! She just...wouldn't be Wolf without acting like that...I guess that's why we get along so well...opposites make for very dear friends, as I'm sure you all know!" Fox leaned her head against the window of the mini-van, only resulting in the arm rest sliding back and hitting Ron in the face.
"OW!" He yelled, his nose beginning to bleed.
"Um...oops?" She made a few napkins appear out of thin air, and handed them to him.
"Thanks." He said, leaning his head back. The tips of his ears were bright red. Fox laughed as he blushed even more.
"Aww...you look so cute when you blush!" She said, and grinned. This resulted only in him blushing an even darker red. "And your red hair and freckles are cute, too." She added. Mrs. Weasley turned around in her seat.
"That's really sweet, Fox, dear. Oh, by the way, why can't I call you by your real name?" She asked. Fox looked alarmed, and stammered,
"OH! But...but...that is my real name!"
"Arthur told me otherwise. I think that Allison is a lovely name." Fox blushed.
"Well...thanks...but if I ever do happen to go by my...Muggle name...then they call me Alli. But please call me Fox, Mrs. Weasley." She said once again.
"Nonsense. In my house, I will call you Allison, or Alli. I do not care for the names Wolf and Fox, so I will call you by your real name. Megan, too, the poor dear." Fox sighed. It was a hopeless fight. She put her arms down to her side, and accidentally hit the switch that leaned her seat back. Her shoe laces got caught onto it, and it continued to lean back, farther and farther, until Ron was almost completely squished behind her.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" She said, and attempted to untangle her shoe laces from the switch, only to get them tied tighter. She tried to wrench them free, but pulled a little too hard. The switch flew off, and hit the window, shattering it. Glass flew in every direction, one rather large piece hitting her in her arm. She winced and pulled it out. "Menducio!" She whispered, and the deep cut on her arm mended itself. Everybody was watching her frightfully. "Rather useful spell...I use it often..."She grinned and laughed. Still, nobody was moving. "Uhh...yeah...right...anyway...How much longer?" Mr. Weasley checked his watch. Before he could answer, however, Mrs. Weasley gave a shrill scream.
"Look at the other car!" She yelled, panicking. The car Wolf was in was smoking and swerving everywhere.
"Oh shit!" Wolf yelled as she rolled down her window. She stuck her head out of the window and coughed. "I forgot to tell you, CARS DON'T HANDLE FIREWORKS TOO WELL!" She exclaimed, glancing past the smoke at Fred and George. "Ugh...I can't see a damned thing!"
"Our mistake." Fred and George said, smiling.
"Keep that in mind for the ride back to The Burrow." The smoke had started to clear out.
"Owww..." Harry said, clutching his singed arm.
"Menducio!" Wolf said, waving her wand. It healed instantly.
"Thanks..." He said, smiling kindly at her.
"No prob. ..." She sighed and focused back in on the road...not paying attention to the speed limit, however.
"I think that sign said twenty-five..." Harry alerted, as he glanced at the speedometer.
"HA! That's too slow...We'll never get there before they close if we go 25 K. P. H.!"
"Uhh...where exactly is this place?" Harry asked.
"MWHAHA!" Wolf laughed.
"What?" Fred asked.
"Oh...nothing...Wolf laughed harder as a police cars lights' started flashing. He wanted her to pull over. Wolf sighed as she pulled the parking break. Harry looked at her nervously. "It'll be fine Harry, don't worry." She said, as if reading his mind. A thin, sandy-blonde haired cop walked towards the drivers side window. He was rather tall with a medium build. Wolf's face contorted into a look of concentration as the officer came closer. It was as if she had seen him, perhaps even knew him, but she couldn't remember where from. Suddenly her jaw dropped as he took off his sun glasses.
"ROY!" She yelled. Fred and George looked at her like she was crazy.
"What?" Harry asked as he tapped on the window. Wolf rolled it down. The officers' eyes scanned over her face carefully, taking in every detail.
"Wolf?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"Roy?!" Her face turned into a wide grin.
"W-what are you doing in England?!"
"Same thing I was going to ask you."
"Am...am I seeing things? Are you really there? Is this all just a bad dream?!"
"Nope..." Her smile got wider as she reached out and pinched his arm.
"Owww! THIS ISN'T A DREAM!" He exclaimed with fright. Roy started to back away from the car.
"Fox is in the other mini-van...wouldn't you like to go say 'hello' to her?"
"N-no!"
"By the way...what are you doing here?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know, this is your story."
"Right..." Wolf put her hand to her head. "You came here to get away from Fox and Wolf...correct?"
"Yeah! How did you know?!"
"This is my story, remember dipshit?"
"That's right..."
"Well, sucks for you...cause I am going to be here in England for quite some time.." Wolf's face had a hint of a smile on it.
"NO! NOT FAIR!"
"Alright, enough already. I gave you your cameo Roy...Now...SCAT!" She held up her fist and he ran back to his squad car, tripping and stumbling all the way.
Fox watched as the police officer stumbled to his car. "He looks oddly familiar..." She thought to herself. The cop turned his head, and Fox's heart gave a leap. "ROY!" She yelled, and quickly grabbed a quill from her pile. Fox jumped out of the mini-van, and quickly ran to Roy.
"F-Fox! Stay back! I don't have anything f-for you to break!" He yelled. Fox just grinned, and snapped her quill in half.
"Uhhh...whoops?" She said innocently. She handed him the quill, and he fell into the door of his car.
"DEMONS! EVIL! SATANISM!" He looked terrified. "BOTH OF YOU! STORY BACK! I'VE GOT GARLIC! AND A CROSS!" Fox noticed Wolf hop out of the other mini-can, and come over to them.
"Sooo...oh, devoted guardian...I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET LOST!" Wolf said, bringing her fist up. Roy's jaws clenched. He started to laugh evilly.
"NOT ANYMORE! I burned the paper...MUAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Oh, but I have another copy right here..." Wolf began to dig around in her pockets. She finally found what she was looking for.
_____________________________________________________________________________
I,
as a legal guardian to these 2 (two)
children.
Megan Wolf
Megan Wolf
Allison Fox
Allison Fox
Judge:
Date: January 1, 1988
_____________________________________________________________________________
"There!" She said, shoving the paper under Roy's nose. He stopped for a moment, then grabbed the paper from her hands. Roy tore the paper in two.
"HAHA! ALONE I AM BEST!"
"Not really." Wolf sighed as she held out her wand. "Menducio!" The paper mended back together. Roy screamed, and climbed into the cop car.
"DEMONS! MONSTERS! W-W-W-"
"Wizards?" Fox and Wolf suggested at the same time.
"EXACTLY!" He drove off, leaving them in a cloud of dust. They both coughed.
"I don't think he was too pleased to see us again..." Fox said, half-grinning, but with a semi-anxious tone to her voice.
"YE-AH!"
"Well...after what...after last time..." Fox started.
"Nobody would want to be around us!" Wolf finished for her.