Author's Notes: Another songfic! I know you love them! I was just sitting at my computer, chatting to Emily when I started singing this song. In a few minutes, I made up my own lyrics and came up with a picture. Be afraid. Hopefully, this parody/songfic makes everyone who cried from 'Stole', laugh.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, Ron, the Enchanted Car, Fly Like An Eagle, and er, I don't own a plant that is seen but unmentioned in this fic. I don't own Justin Timberlake either (Luckily)
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It was hot. It was unbelievably hot. Harry was about to tell Ron this, but Ron wasn't next to him. No, next to him, driving the wonderful Ford Angelina was a nacho. A giant nacho…that talked? True to his thoughts, the 'nacho' spoke.
"Look at the pretty train!" Ron Weasley pointed to the train below Harry and himself. The one they missed for unknown reasons until later in the book and that if I told you why, I'd give away the plot we all know and have seen on the wonderful movie.
You didn't hear that from me.
Harry giggled at the train and burst into song, "Train keeps on riding, riding, riding to Scotland!"
Ron began swaying back and forth, snapping his fingers as he did so, "Train keeps on riding, riding, riding to Scotland!"
Harry kicked him, "Watch the air. I sing, you praise me for being so special, high, and mighty whilst you drive."
Ron bowed his head, sadly, then looked up and continued driving while Harry began singing again.
Getting his groove back, Harry tried to dance, but only resulted in kicking Ron and hitting him in the head, "I want to fly in your car to our school. Fly your car let's be really, really cool. I want to fly in your car!"
Ron glared, plotting of ways to hurt his friend. Really now! Ron was totally abused. Literally. Harry was giving him a head ache with hitting him and his singing. Who'd he think he was? Justin Timberlake? He sure as heck sounded like him. And believe us both when we tell you that's no compliment.
Us? Did I say us? I meant him. There is no us. Sadly.
Meanwhile, Harry continued jamming to his song, "Feed all the students, who are really hungry. Sort the children, who aren't sorted there yet."
Ron rolled his eyes, "That doesn't rhyme."
But, like always, Harry ignored him and continued singing, "House the firsties, like last year with me-e." Trying desperately to make his song rhyme and fit accordingly.
Glad the verse was over, Harry stood up in the car, trying to do the wave by himself, "I want to fly in your car to our school. Fly in your car. Let's be really, really cool. I want to fly in your car till I'm there. Fly to our education."
Harry fell backwards in his seat when the car gave an odd lurch.
This is my time to shine! Ron cackled evilly. He could easily say the car was giving up and it collided into something. Wait, I'm in the car, too! Damn.
My hair! My looks! Harry thought desperately, he had to get out of the car! It was going to hit that tree, "RON! WATCH OUT FOR THAT--"
Their beautiful car crashed into the tree.
"Tree." Harry finished stupidly. He gave up trying to talk and began moaning about how he didn't finish his song. That is, until a branch almost knocked him senseless. Then he began moaning about how he was almost knocked senseless by a branch.
Ron took out his wand from someplace unseen and began hitting Harry with it, "Stop! Stop!"
And THAT, my friends, is how Ron's wand really broke.
