Chapter Four: The Dirty Dishes
"Here's your check," the waiter took out the strip of paper, handed it to Harry, and walked away.
"Oh no!" Harry was staring at the check with his hand on his forehead.
"What is it?" Hermione asked, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
"Fred and George never gave me the Muggle money to pay for this!" Harry was rapidly searching his pockets for any sign of currency.
"Oh great!" Hermione threw her hands up in the air in disbelief.
"Um, waiter? We can't pay for this," Harry quietly said, handing the check back.
"Okay, then that means you'll just have to wash the dishes. Come back when you're ready," the waiter replied, walking away.
"No problem, we have our wands... oh no!" Hermione was searching her jacket for her wand. During that time, Harry was searching his jacket, too, but neither found anything worthwhile... well, there was a Canary Creme from who knows how long ago, but Harry doubted it would help the situation much.
"On three, we run for the front door," Harry whispered, putting his jacket back on.
"But Harry, that's against American Muggle law! We'll get caught." Hermione informed.
"That's what makes it interesting. One, two, three," Harry said, grabbing her hand before a quick sprint to the door.
"Now this is interesting!" grinned Fred, handing a bottle of Butterbeer to his twin and putting his feet up in the table.
"Yep!" agreed George, copying Fred's move. "Never though Harry had the guts to do that! Let's see how far he gets."
Beside them, Ron's eyes were bugging out. He was choking on his chicken, but was more preoccupied with the screen to care. He couldn't believe that Harry, his best friend, HARRY could run off and get chased by the Muggle police. And even more surprising, Hermione agreed to it! The idea was just absurd! Really! But then again, if he remembered Harry's father and godfather, it was plausible...
Harry pulled Hermione along, running out of the restaurant.
The waiter looked up. "Hey dude! Dude! You didn't pay! DUDE, that's NOT COOL! Get back here, dude! Hey, get the police! DUDE!"
"Keep running, Hermione!" muttered Harry to Hermione.
Hermione looked unsure. "Maybe we should just go wash the dishes…"
"Just RUN!" pushed Harry. He looked for a place to hide. He could hear sirens behind him. "Quick! This way!" he pulled down a nearby driveway and into a large garbage can. "Bloody hell…" he muttered. "I'm going to get you, Weasley!"
Hermione shrieked. "Eww! Fish bones and rotten vegetables!" She picked the food off of her blouse.
"You're going to have to deal with it if you don't wanna get caught. Now hush!" Harry clapped a hand over Hermione's mouth.
"Gosh, now I know how your godfather feels," Hermione replied, shaking her head.
"Come out with your hands up!" The police used their megaphones to sound louder.
"Great! Flippin' great! I never thought this would ever happen. Never!" Harry walked out with his hands up.
"Hey, wait! You're that kid on the dating show! Harry Potter!" The policeman put his megaphone down and walked toward Harry and Hermione. "Those computerized effects with those stupid wand things are awesome! They looked so real!"
"Wait, so you can see what I do on my dates? And you live in America?" Harry looked very confused.
"Yeah, that one with that Draco kid was hilarious! Man, you really showed him how to stay away from you!" The police officer was reenacting the scene with Draco.
"Man, Fred and George are really in for it now!" Harry started to look around.
"Uh, we gotta go erase his memory. Stupid Muggles, always ruin the fun in everything." Fred and George briskly walked to the Great Hall doors to the Portkey.
"Man, Harry's going to kill them as soon as he gets his hands on them," Ron was shaking his head and looking at the horrible scene continuing on the screen.
"Uh, Harry?" Fred and George were trying to get his attention while Harry was ranting.
"I'm going to kill you!" Harry ran towards Fred and George, waiting to wrap his fingers around their necks.
"Obliviate! Sir, you'd better leave. Obliviate!" Fred made the officer forget that he had done magic. The police officer then walked to his car, and Harry was looking around confused.
"Where the hell am I?" Harry asked, not remembering anything that had happened.
"Uh…nothing…you and Hermione had a great date and now we're going back," George hurriedly replied.
Just then, the first police officer's partner walked up. "Exactly what is going on here?" she asked. "I don't know what Greg was on about, but all of you are comin' with me to the slammer!"
Fred raised his wand, but Hermione snatched his and George's wands from their hands. "What ARE you doing?" he hissed to the irate witch.
"You're violating the International Statute of Magical Secrecy. A small Memory Charm is all right, but what you're planning is against the law-- I mean, have you NOTICED all of the Muggles that are starting to watch us? That first Memory Charm went unnoticed, but I doubt it'd go unnoticed now!" she whispered back.
The policewoman eyed the group oddly, hearingunusual snippets of information,and then put handcuffs on all of them.
"Look what you got us into!" muttered Harry. "We're going to jail, and it's all your fault. I just hope SOMEONE can get us out!"
Arthur, look! Our babies are being put in Muggle jail!" Mrs. Weasley was staring at the screen in Diagon Alley.
"How the hell did they manage that?" Mr. Weasley dropped all of his things.
"I don't know. But we'd better get to Cape Coral, America, quick!" Mrs. Weasley was pushing Mr. Weasley toward the Leaky Cauldron to Floo back to the Burrow.
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