Driving Lessons
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Harry eyed the contraption with a bit of nervousness. "Is this thing really safe?"
"Oh come on, Harry," huffed Hermione as she clambered into the back of the passengers seat. "It's just a Volkswagen Beetle, that's all."
Hermione's father chuckled and clasped a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Don't worry. You two missed your years of driving lessons. It's time I took you out for training so you can get your licences."
"I suppose it won't hurt," said Harry as he clambered into the drivers seat.
"Buckle up," instructed Hermione as she buckled herself securely.
Harry did so and he started the ignition. The small car hummed to life as he shoulder checked as per previous lessons. Turning on the left signal, he placed the automatic shift into Drive.
Easing into traffic, he circled the block before moving out into the main roads. All this time Hermione's dad was nodding to himself and offering words of confidence.
Soon, Harry began to relax as they drove onto the highway. It was clear for the time of day and he picked up speed. Reaching down to turn on the radio, Harry whistled to himself. He could learn to like driving if Hermione's dad were to teach him these things.
"Take the next turn off, Harry for a drink," said Hermione.
"All right," said Harry as he turned the corner.
Suddenly, there was a loud cracking noise and Harry jumped. Then there was a continual thudding sound and the car lurched. Hermione screeched. "Oh god, Harry you hit someone!"
"I didn't mean to!" exclaimed Harry as he pulled over and got out of the car frantically. Running to the side, he nudged the person. "Are you all right?"
"Potter," hissed the figure and Harry seized up. "You... bastard..."
"Voldemort!" exclaimed Harry, backing up.
"You..." but with a great heave, the dark lord fell unconscious and bleeding on the sidewalk.
As the medics proclaimed him dead on arrival when they got to the hospital, Hermione looked at Harry and asked, "Why do you suppose You-Know-Who Apparated right in front of us?"
"I was away from my only family," surmised Harry. "And he thought I was vulnerable."
"So he appeared in front of a 100 kilometre moving car," said Hermione's dad. "What an idiot."
"There is one thing that I can think of that comes out of this," said Harry after a moment. "The prophesy."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" asked Hermione curiously.
"One cannot live while the other one does. I think it meant that only I could kill him and I'm sure many wizards tried to hex him years ago."
"But how does that apply?"
Harry smirked. "He's immortal and I am. At least I was. Back in the beginning of sixth year's summer, I slit my wrist by accident while I was working. It bled and none of the Dursley's helped me. But it then healed itself quickly enough."
"And now?" asked Hermione.
"I think I'm mortal again," said Harry as an afterthought.
Hermione's dad chuckled. "Well Harry, for your lesson you did surprisingly well. And you had the added bonus of running over Voldemort."
"It's ironic really. The same things that Voldemort hated killed him." Harry laughed as the group went out.
Two months later, before the beginning of the school term, Harry Potter got his drivers licence after some judicial use of Obliviate.
Voldemort got run over by a Volkswagen,
all one morning on July's hot day...
People say he was done in by Potter...
But he was just behind the wheel that day...