Hey ya'll! Did ya miss me? My old board is back up (YAY!) you haveta check it out! deathcurse.com Okay some of you have asked me about Hermione's behavior in the theatre (Making out) and in my defense, she's a teen, in love, and getting married. I know that she is prissy and bossy and all that stuff but for the sake of the story line she's loosened up a little and if you were in a shadowy corner with your hunny and a boring movie playing......what would you do? Okay then! As for Harry, he's a seventeen year old guy, enough said. In the books he's young but now he's older and has an ego and I portray him as a normal guy doing normal guy things. This chapter is funny and I hope you laugh. Remember how old they are and how normal teens act, especially ones with harder lives than others. Enjoy!

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The ride downtown was not as fun as the havoc they caused in the theater, but it was a hell of a lot funnier. Harry, Desiree, and Ron were in a car together while Hermione and Victor were in another. Needless to say this was a bad idea.

Once again Victor and Ron were in the dark as to what was going on, they didn't understand why they had metal rings on their wrists, in the back of cars with lights flashing on the top, and where in the world was "downtown"?

The driver for Harry, Desiree, and Ron was clearly fresh out of the Academy, maybe a junior high academy, high school dropout at the least, because he looked twelve, still had zits, and his voice tended to jump ocassionaly. Desiree was not about to miss a golden opportunity like this!

"Hey kid, ain't it past yo' bedtime, or did you sneak out of the house without mommy knowing?" Desiree asked ignoring the surpressed giggles coming from Ron and Harry next to her. "I am not a kid and I live by myself thank you very much." the officer said in his most (but not very good) dignified voice.

"He probably still has a nightlight." muttered Harry just loud enough for the baby crater faced officer. "And has his mommy clean up after him." said Ron "I most certainly do not. Now hush." the officer said in a very disbelieving voice. "Right, sure, uh huh, I believe ya' dude." Desiree shot back. The driver visibly tensed up and that did not go unnoticed from the sharp vision of Private Black. "Yeah, go ahead and brace yourself, you know it's commin'. Hey, are you even old enough to have a license or do they just give em' to any thirteen year old over here?" cracked Desiree.

"I am twenty five years old I just look young for my age. Now for the last time BE QUIET!" the officer claimed with his voice jumping like a frog on prozac. "Aight dawg, Aight, chill out, don't bust a vein cause that wouldn't be too good considering none of us are medical professionals, have cell phones, or could get out of the car for help. Shit we can't even scratch our noses. We'll be quiet. I mean, it ain't like we're heathens or anything?" " Desiree reassured the officer in a voice dripping with fake innocence, while the three "criminals" rolled their eyes and grinned at each other.

"Hey, didn't you just break one of your protocal rules?" Harry aked the officer. "What are you talking about?" snapped officer asked irritably. "I mean you just passed a doughnut shop. Aren't you supposed to stop and stuff your face with them every time you pass one?" "Sir if you know what is good for you, you will sit back and be quiet for the last time."

By now the officers face was bulls eye red and a vein was visably throbbing in his temple. Harry sat back with the rest of his friends and the trio sat rather quietly for a few miles until Desiree, who didn't seem to know what was `good' for her, began to bob her head and sang "Go, go, go, go shawty/It's your birthday" with Harry joining, "We gon' party like it's yo birthday/We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday/And you know we don't give a fuck/It's not your birthday!" and continuing on with the song by 50 Cent until the driver almost lost his cool, but luckily arrived at the station just in time to prevent first degree murder on two extremely obnoxious teens and their red-headed accomplice.

At the station another officer was waiting on them but looked about forty-five and very official like. He marched the group into a conference room at the end of a long hall. `Oh, these things never go well' though Desiree `Last time I was in one of these I got busted for mary jane and was on probation for six months, hey, come to think of it that was four months ago! Oh, shit.'

Going ahead and putting her game face on to prepare herself for the questioning officers who were going to lecture her about her `unacceptable behavior'.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the officer asked. "We meet agian Mr. Potter." "How are you doing Officer Petty?" Harry said with a hint of apprehension in his voice. "Fine, fine. I spoke with your aunt and uncle the other day. I asked where you were since they haven't called the station on you in a while and they told me you went back to school." the officer informed with an amused twinkle in his hazel eyes.

"No sir, I went to see some friends. Hey, what are you doing here, your supposed to be in Surrey." Harry said with some surprise in his voice. "Got transferred. Better pay, better scenery, and I thought I would see the last of you but I guess not." A small smile tugged at his lips, making the laugh lines around his eyes crinkle a little deeper.

Around this time Desiree dropped her expression and looked at Harry and then Officer Petty. `If they know each other and dude seems to like Harry, we just might get off without any crap. Aww yeah!' thought Desiree. She then asked the officer "So what're you gonna' do to us?"

"Ask you some questions about why you're here, then possibly take your mug shots, and lock your delinquent selves up." replied the officer while her was shifting through some papers on the stainless steel desk in front of them.

Desiree glanced over at the others and noticed a blank look on Ron's and Victor's faces, fear on Hermione's, and no fear on Harry's. `I wonder what other kind of crap Harry's been in for this guy to know him on a first name basis?' `Desiree looks pretty much at home in this place' thought Harry `I wonder if she's been in a place like this before.'

"Ok kids lets get started, what happened?" Petty said. Simultaneously Harry and Desiree, obviously not afraid of any kind of real punishment anymore, launched into the story about the boring flick, the make out session, gummies, and ride here.

By time they were done the officer was chuckling to himself at the antics of the two young adults in front of him. "Well. Miss. Granger, Mr. Krum, and Mr. Weasley, you may go. As for you two." indicating Harry and Desiree, "Well, by the looks of your records, you should know the routine by now."

Looking fearfully at her two friends, who were actually grinning, Hermione watched as Harry and Desiree were cuffed again and led out of the room to take their mugs. "Here you go, stand over there. First is a front shot and then a side." said a bored officer of about thirty with brown hair and dull eyes handing them their little signs and pointing them to the screen.

In Desiree's front shot she pulled up her shirt to what would of revealed her chest but obscured the view by having the sign in front of them and for her side she threw her arm out with her index finger in a number one position.

When it was Harry's turn he threw his arms out in a "what then" position for the frontal and gave a criminal like smirk for the side. All in all it was the best shots either of them had taken. After their photo shoot they were taken to a cell where a nasty looking prostitute was sitting. "Have fun." said the bored officer in a dried voice. "We will" claimed Desiree.

"What are you two in here for, public nudity?" asked the skank in a smug voice. "Yeah, we streaked the theater, mall, church, park, school, and station." replied Harry in the same tone. The slut just nodded, apparently too slow to comprehend the sarcasm in the guy's voice.

The duo decided to go ahead and sit down because neither of them knew when they were getting out of here. Normally when they were in this situation, Desiree would call one of her drug pimps to come bail her out but she knew she couldn't do that anymore because she had done a complete make-over on herself; inside and out and chances are they wanted to kill her for spending all that money earlier.

For Harry, he would have to wait for someone from his world to bust him out because the Dursely's sure wouldn't, they were the one's who used to put him in there! After waiting silently for an hour, lost in their thoughts and ignoring the offers passed to both of them by the hooker, officer Petty came back to tell them that they could go because bail had been made.

Slightly nervous because they both knew it was the Granger's and they really didn't want that couple disappointed in them because they have been so kind to the two of them, they started out but not with out a final comment by the hoe. "If either of you are lookin' for a good time, you know where to find me."

Pissed off by this point Desiree turned around on her heel and snapped "Looka here you skanky bitch ho! Just cuz' you can't get none from some old decayed rich fucker, don't hit on us cuz' we don't stoop to your nasty level."

Stepping closer to her and dropping her voice to just above a whisper she stated "So before you even think about sayin' another word to either of us just think of what Jack the Ripper did to your kind real hard and watch your back, cuz you never know who's behind it. Laters ho." She then turned to face an impressed Harry and confused officer and marched out the door to come face to face with Mr. Granger.

Dropping her head in dissapointment and embarrassment she said "I'm very sorry Mr. Granger for my actions tonight. I acted like a child and I take full responsibility." "No she doesn't" said a voice from behind "we both do." It was Harry with the same look of guilt on his face. Mr. Granger tried to look stern with them but it didn't last long because as they were walking out into the warm summer air he asked with the enthusiasm of a child "So what did you two do?"