Chapter Thirteen: Raiders of the Lost Ark

Why is it that when you want to go on a ride so badly, the lines seem to take three times as long? It was one of those unsolveable mysteries of life. Or it was to Rabastan and Fenrir, especially the latter who had had a little too much orange juice with his breakfast that morning. What a sight, seeing the old werewolf all but jumping up and down, impatiently looking for a sign for a toilet. However, they were now down in the cavernous area, and everytime his yellow eyes glanced wildly around, Rabastan would glare as if to say 'we've been here this long, if you make us miss our chance, I will kill you.' So Fenrir decided that he could probably wait until the end of the ride.

"Oh look, we're almost there." Rabastan stated, feigning the cheerfulness he could see on the faces of all those happy muggles. They were all having such a good time, that they were forgetting to hex them! Oh well. They would more than likely remember when they were on the plane home. "I wonder if there will be any….waterfalls." He added maliciously, watching the other man squirm.

"Shuttit you." Greyback growled under his breath, eyes narrowing as they moved closer in line, seeing the little carts they were going to ride in. "Do you suppose that those are very safe?" He questioned quietly, a little on the nervous side now. If they were to break down in the middle, where and when would he be able to go to the bathroom!

"I'm sure they're fine." The other man responded, as one of the ride attendants let them in one. The two men sat down, made sure that they were in safely, and that there would be absolutely no possible chance of being thrown out into oblivion and dying (or wetting themselves in Fenrir's case). Slowly, slowly slowly it began to move. Unfortunately, the movements were quite jerky, and not only did that do a job on Fenrir's bladder, but it was also making Rabastan's stomach quite uncomfortable. On and on they went.

"This looks wicked.." Ron whispered under his breath towards his friend, who was shifting from foot to foot in line whilst watching John Rhys Davies on the television screen. Harry merely nodded and put his hand to his scar, wincing visibly. "You alright Harry?" Ron asked worriedly, nearly doing a James Bond move as he whipped around to make sure his friend wasn't about to die.

"Yeah…yeah I think I'm alright." Harry replied with a grin, "Migraine I think." Silly boy, he had no idea that the cause of the scar and its pain was within a ten mile radius! He ran his hands through his messy hair and followed down the line.

"Hurray!" Ron exclaimed as they neared the little carts. "I heard that this ride was bloody brilliant." He commented as they climbed into one of them with ease. Making sure they were secure, and exchanging bright smiles, the cart descended into the cavern. Harry and Ron had been through quite a few things, you would have thought that facing Voldemort in the middle of a graveyard, in the Ministry of Magic, and watching your old potion's professor murder your beloved headmaster would sort of numb your nerves towards cheap fright. Not by a long-shot.

Everytime something leapt out at them, or they went past something that had even the smallest bit to do with skeletons, even if they were obviously made out of plastic, or realistic materials, the two boys would let out blood curdling screams, and by the end of the ride were hugging each other so tightly they thought they might suffocate. Of course, at the end of the ride, when the little cart rolled into the crowded area, the two of them separated immediately, jumping to their respective sides of the cart. Stepping out, they both realized they were shaking like dried leaves, and began to laugh nervously, taking off in the direction of the meeting place.

"Hey…is that?" Ron asked, watching an incredibly ugly, rather…rugged man running towards the bathrooms, with a more refined man walking casually behind him.

"Fenrir?" Harry raised an eyebrow and then laughed, shaking his head. "No, I don't think so. Greyback is nowhere near as ugly as that guy was."

Ron agreed and they both started to laugh, there would be no need to tell anyone. Before leaving to meet the rest of the group, they quickly went into the gift shop, both buying fedoras and whips. Oh yeah, they would definitely set a new trend back in Diagon Alley.

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Short, sorry, that's why there's two!