Hi, guys. Welcome back to Like Yesterday. We (I) have something like 15 days left until school's over! The last week is reserved for finals. I'll be so terrified.

I honestly hate people who only update every month and now I'm becoming one of them/am already one of them… I'm here now though, and still alive.

"Can gifraffes get autism?" an acquaintance asked me during science class.

"I don't know Toby, I don't know."

He then proceeded to ask his friend to spread his legs and slap his calf really fast, numerous times.

What has humanity come to?

I had an essay and it's supposed to be about comparing what we learned in TV productions class to real life productions and I wrote mine about Death Note.

I caught a cold and am staying home to finish this up.

Bruh, I say akin too much.

I CHANGED THE ENDING OF THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER! THEY'RE STILL SPEAKING!


Like Yesterday

In Flourish and Blotts

They stood there in the unpopulated part of the store by the stairs which Draco had descended. There was silence coming from the group of magical beings instead of merry laughter like the other families in the store. A tense atmosphere swirled between them, nobody moving, and their eyes connected to each other's, trying to see who'd move first.

"Lucius," a voice came up from behind Harry. "Please get away from my children and Harry."

Ron smiled and said underneath his breath, "Go get 'em, dad!"

Mr. Weasley put a hand onto Harry's shoulder and furrowed his eyebrows at his coworker. "You should have no business with any of these kids."

The older blond haired male frowned. He changed the subject seeing that it would've turned into a bad situation on his part if they continued. He waited a few moments before he spoke, "I see the ministry hasn't been paying you for all of the extra raids." Lucius griped the book in his hand and lifted it up to Mr. Weasley's eyes. "And, by judging in the quality of these books, it appears to be true."

Mr. Weasley lifted his arm off Harry's shoulder before he lunged at Draco's father. He brought his right hand up, closed his fist, and thrusted it into Mr. Malfoy's jaw. Ron and Harry went to their sides and surrounded the men on the floor. Mr. Weasley pulled Mr. Malfoy's black undershirt to his upper chest as his punched him in his face. Lucius spat blood into the other fighter's red hair and clawed his hands onto Mr. Weasley's arms which held him down.

"I leave for a few minutes and ya already caused trouble!"

Lucius flinched. He snapped his head behind him and let out a low hiss.

Natsu closed his eyes as he smiled an innocent smile.

"Is something wrong, Bad Attitude-san?"

Harry and his fellow students blinked.

"Mr. Dragneel," Draco's father greeted with a false smile which stretched his cheeks wide and didn't meet his eyes.

Draco's cheeks burned furiously. Not only was he called that but his father as well.

Natsu slowly strolled over to the men on the ground and held out both of his arms. Arthur was the first to take it.

"Thank you, Mr. Dragneel," Arthur said.

Lucius had his torso propped up with his arms underneath him. He grimaced as Natsu looked at him expectantly. The oldest living being in the universe waited patiently and looked at Lucius on the ground. He scoured the man's figure to see if there were any wounds dealt by Mr. Weasley that would have to be treated and found a peculiar book in the man's black cloak pocket.

If this Natsu was in his real body now, he'd have his blood run cold.

That, there, was Tom Riddle's diary.

Natsu was not a fool. He wasn't indeed. Therefore, he quickly grabbed Lucius's arm and brought it to his chest. And, while trying not to make it suspicious, Natsu pick pocketed the man and placed the book in his red jacket.

The book was warm, too warm even for it to be in the cloak. It was obviously a horcrux.

He'd better get this to D-. 'Y'know what?' Natsu thought to himself. 'I probably have a better hiding spot than him. I'll just put it in my room.'

Natsu put one of his arms on his hip and he looked at the wizards. "Bad Attitude-san? Can you give that book back to Ginny?" Natsu pointed at the book on the ground.

"It's not my book," Lucius said, straightfaced.

"You were the one who dropped it," Natsu stated.

"He was the one who made me drop it."

"Because you provoked him into pushing him."

"That girl was being rude to my son."

The others looked on at the scene as if it was a soap opera.

"Because Draco was being rude to Harry."

"No, he wasn't."

"Lucius, shut up."

The man stood at attention when those words were said. Nobody ever fully wins a fight against Natsu.

Lucius glared all he could at his former teacher as he bent his torso down to grab Ginny's notebook, he kept his head turned in the direction of Natsu and never lost eye contact once. His hand shuffled around the floor for a few seconds blindly before he cursed and broke eye contact with Natsu and looked at the ground to see where it had moved to.

'He's actually doing as he says!' Harry thought.

Harry looked up from Lucius for a split moment to see Draco's completely reddened face. He seemed to have kept his uptight posture and didn't fidget but you could tell he was obviously vicious.

The book was much farther away from him than Lucius had previously thought. He blushed tomato red as he went on his hands and knees, snatched the book off the dirty wooden floor, and threw it in Ginny's cauldron.

'Did somebody kick it while I wasn't looking?' Lucius thought, enraged.

"D-Draco!" Lucius spouted. "We're leaving."

Draco twitched and snapped his neck towards his father.

He squeaked, "Yes, sir!" and sped behind his father out of Flourish and Blott's door.

"Thank Mavis!" Natsu breathed out. "He always gave me so much trouble."

Harry, Mr. Weasley, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny looked at him.

"Are you hurt, Weasley-san?" Natsu shifted his head a small angle.

"No, thank you, Mr. Dragneel," Arthur stated. "I don't know what would've happened if that brawl with that bloody, sadistic-"

"I think we get the point," Natsu interrupted him, sweat dropping.

Mr. Weasley looked down at his toes. " 'cuse my language."

"How about I treat you all something?" Natsu proposed, his onyx gold eyes gleaming.

"We're sorr-"

"Please, I should at least say my condolences because if that would've continued…" People could've died.

Natsu didn't say those words out loud, he didn't want to scare the family. He'd just let them think that Arthur could've gotten a broken arm or some minor injury.

"Well-uh, sure," Mr. Weasley said with a slight smile and a lot of uncertainty. "We'd love to."

Natsu walked out of the door after he took a look back to the other professor behind the desk who was talking happily to a reporter.

The redheaded family and Harry followed behind and walked out of the crowded store.

They went to the Leaky Cauldron and ordered some pumpkin juice. Arthur and Natsu made small talk and reminisced about the time Arthur was at Hogwarts while the sun was setting.

'O, how the times have changed…' Natsu thought as he looked at Arthur rambling at the chair opposite of him. 'This is Harry's time now, not mine nor Arthur's. We had our own time in the brightness.'

And thus, Natsu was gone in the morning, having disappeared out of thin air.


King's Cross Station

Harry walked next to Ron, Fred, and George as they followed behind Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. Harry's shoes were dragging across the concrete floor as he pushed his cart which held his luggage and Hedwig in her cage.

Mrs. Weasley looked up and saw the clock. The Hogwarts express was going to be departing in three minutes.

"Fred? George?" She questioned as she stopped at the brick arch. "Quickly now, we only have a few minutes before the train leaves."

Fred and George ran straight at the wall at a dash while pushing their trolleys and disappeared through the wall.

Mrs. Weasley now looked down to her eleven year old at her right side and said, "Come on, Ginny. Straight at the wall." Molly pointed her hand at the arch structure and led it to the wall. "You'll be fine, dear."

Ginny looked at her mom for a moment and connected eyes. She quickly tore them away before she tightened her grip on her cart with her luggage and started walking to the wall. She quickened up her pace and then sprinted with all of her might as she went through the wall.

Molly and Arthur ran after her and then Harry began running. He had learned from last year that muggles surprisingly don't notice people randomly disappearing in the wall and to not care about how stupid it sounds. He pushed his very heavy trolley and was accelerating towards the wall. He hit it and his back was slammed by Ron.

"O-ah, ouch!"

Harry writhed in pain on the floor as he put pressure on his back. Ron had surely hit him hard. Harry's and Ron's luggage toppled onto the tan concrete floor and was now sprawled messily. A confused conductor walked over to the two boys.

"Are ya alwright?" He asked in an odd accent with a scowl on his face.

"W-We're fine," Harry said while on the floor. He picked his torso up with his arms behind him as he said, "We-uh lost control of our trolleys."

The conductor furrowed his eyebrows as he looked unbelievingly at them and the mess that they had created.

"Oh, Harry, no!" Ron exclaimed while pointing at the clock above them.

The minute hand was on the zero. They had just missed the train.

The conductor massaged his temples with his fingertips as he looked in his brain for a schedule of a train leaving at 10 am. There was none.

"I'm wreally sorry, sirs, but there's no train leaving at this time," He stated with his eyes closed.

Harry got up and Ron started to put his suitcases back on the trolley. "W-We must be mistaken then."

The conductor breathed a sigh before he turned on his heel and went back to his section entryway.

"Why is it shut?!" Ron nearly screamed.

Harry's eyes opened considerably as he said, "I don't know! We were there on time!"

"What do we do? What do we do?" Ran put his hands in his vibrant red hair ands ratchet. "Mum's going to kill me! Kill!"

"This can't be happening," Harry said.

"Doesn't that mean that they can't get out, then?" Ron asked, his eyes crazed. "Mum and Dad are stuck in there?"

Ron took the few steps to the arch and started to pound on the red brick.

"Mum? Dad?"

Now, Ron was creating a scene.

"Ron? Stop it, Ron!" Harry said, seizing the redhead's arms before putting them behind his back. "They'll be able to get out. We just have to find a way to get to Hogwarts, that's all!"

Ron looked into Harry's eyes with rage and helplessness.

"T-The car!" Harry yelled.

Now, every one of the muggles had stopped and took a peek at the very peculiar children with trolleys.

"T-The car?" Ron questioned with uncertainty.

"Come on! We could still catch the train."

The conductor was about to go back over there and say that they were causing a disturbance and that they should leave but when he took a look around the arch they were getting ready to leave, quite quickly at that.

"Alwright, break it up now. Break it up." He waved the passengers along.

Harry and Ron pushed the carts out of the station and into the parking lot.


Outside

They unloaded their baggage and Harry's birdcage into the trunk of the blue car.

Luckily, the parking lot hadn't been fully packed and Mr. Weasley had parked the war with plenty of room around, he had insisted 'I don't want to park in the belly of the beast'.

When Ron got into the driver's seat's door, he was surprised to see that his father had not only forgotten to lock the car but he had also left the keys in the cup holder.

Harry immediately noticed this and decided that if he remembered, he would go and teach Mr. Weasley how to lock a muggle vehicle the next time that he'd see him.

Ron slid into the driver's seat and started up the car, he then unlocked it and allowed Harry to open the door and get into the passenger's seat before he pressed his foot on the gas.

Harry's head was pushed into the headrest. Ron had pushed the pedal too hard. Harry didn't blame him, Ron was only 12 and didn't have his license yet.

Ron took one of his two hands off the steering wheel and then flicked a switch on the dashboard. Harry knew that they had started to fly.

When they were about three Hagrid's high in the air, Harry looked outside to see people staring at them.

'How can they see us?' Harry questioned himself.

He then rolled down his manual window and saw the blur paint to the car. They were not invisible like he had thought that they were.

"Ron! Put the invisibility on!" Harry berated his driver. "Muggles are not accustomed to seeing a car which is defying gravity!"

Ron took his eyes of the sky road and looked at his dash once more. His eyes glazed over the buttons until he found one red one. He pressed it hard.

Harry put his fingers out the window and curled them around the door. He no longer saw the paint.

"Thank goodness!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Ron closed his eyes before he straightened up in his chair and started to look and find Hogwart's train.

"Okay," Ron announced. "It'll probly be fine now."

"Yeah…"

They rode the sky for hours trying to get closer to the Hogwarts Express. They were confused because they were only a few minutes behind them and yet they didn't see them even with this great advantage of height.

They found the track over a hill and Ron steered them down to float just a few feet above it.

They then heard a din of noise. Ron didn't accelerate but didn't slow down either.

"We're getting closer, Harry!" Ron exclaimed with a smile on his face.

Harry put down his window once more as he stuck out his head. Harry first looked in from of him and then behind.

*CHOOO, CHOOO*

Harry's eyes widened and he screamed bloody murder.

"THE TRAIN IS RIGHT BLOODY BEHIND US!" Harry yelled, his head now back in the flying vehicle.

Ron looked up at the rear view mirror that he had neglected to adjust and use before he pushed his foot harder on the gas pedal and pulled up on the steering wheel.

Harry felt the car moving up at a great angle as he looked behind him and checked the distance between the car and the train.

The train's head was right next to the trunk of their blue car.

"No, no, no!" Harry yelled.

Ron pulled farther up on the steering wheel and it wouldn't go higher, there was nothing he could do now except turn the car to the left.

Ron swerved to the left and Harry's body hit the car door. The force pushed the door open and Harry could only grab onto a cup holder imbedded in the door as he fell.

He held on with his life on the line as the Hogwart express were now at their right side, parallel.

"Harry!" Ron yelled, his voice cracking.

Harry looked at Ron and Ron looked at Harry.

"G-Grab my hand!" Ron let go one of his hands that held the steering wheel and held it out to Harry. Ron shifted his body to the left side of the car and stretched. Ron's other hand was holding onto the grey wheel and keeping the car flat.

Harry looked at the hand and then through the window to the Hogwart's express.

'Why weren't we allowed on the train?!' Harry angrily thought.

"Harry!" Another plea came from Ron. "Just grab on!"

Harry gripped the cup holder harder as he lifted his other hand to meet Ron's.

"Why must you always have sweaty hands?!" Harry yelled.

"I'm sorry!"

Harry's hand slipped through Ron's twice. The third time saved him. Harry clasped onto Ron's wrist and Ron pulled him up.

Ron's arm strained with fatigue as Harry hopped back into his seat and stabled the weight in the car.

"God…" Ron said breathlessly.

"Why is this happening?" Harry could barely form words after the anxiety filled scene.

"W-We were there on time too." Ron's hand went from the middle seat back onto the steering wheel uncertainly.

"The plot. It's the plot."

"A story plot?"

"Maybe…"

Harry and Ron simultaneously looked at the Hogwarts Express to the right of them before Ron pulled the steering wheel up jerkily and barely missed a mountain.

"Everything's out to kill us, I swear!" Ron said with vigor.

Harry looked at his hand which had held the cup holder on the door and saw that it was bright red, as red as Ron's hair. Thank goodness that they hadn't gotten hurt worse.

Ron had turned off the invisibility a long time ago when they had found the Hogwarts train tracks. This was in the countryside, where no one lived and only this train resided in this land. Hogwarts had that special shield around it to stop intruders and other magical families or houses from seeing it/coming in so it would make sense that the Hogwarts train had the same feature. You cannot just hid one piece of the puzzle, you must hide them all.


Later

The sun was now setting as Harry and Ron saw the Hogwarts castle's silhouette in the far, far distance. It was getting closer by the moment and Harry then decided to take a look down.

The lake was much closer than the castle and the train was a pretty far ahead of their vehicle. Ron and Harry thought that it was apart to slow down a bit, Ron didn't know how much gas the car had in the first place and didn't want to waste it.

They flew over the lake in record time and were impossible to see in the black night which had descended upon them in mere minutes. Sadly, the little first-years wouldn't be seeing two second-year idiots flying a car in the night sky tonight. Maybe the next night, but not this one.

Ron flew the car up in the sky and saw the cleaning where he, Harry, and Hermione stayed at during breaks. He tried to manoeuvre the car in between the castle and the tree but the steering wheel wouldn't move, neither would the gas pedal.

He had held his foot on it too long and got stuck.

"I-It's not working!" Ron frantically said, his voice cracking for the second time that day.

"W-What's not working?"

"Gas and steering wheel."

Harry started shivering with fear. They were heading straight towards that mammoth tree.

"Wand! Wand!"

Ron kept one hand on the steering wheel as he fiddled around in his pocket for his wand. The car was getting closer and closer to the tree with each second he wasted.

Ron felt through his pocket and found his wooden wand. He pulled it out with glee and put it in front of him before he pointed at the steering wheel.

"STOP, STOP, STOP!" Ron yelled in the car.

Harry looked in agony as Ron's wand snapped.

Ron looked at Harry.

And Harry looked at Ron.

Hedwig from the back seat knew what was going on and screeched.

They hit the tree and the tree hit back.

Glass flew into the car and cut Ron's hands on the steering wheel and Harry's temple. Hedwig's cage flew through the back seats to between Ron and Harry and a piece of timber cut through the back window. Pine needles littered Ron's lap as another branch burst through his window and shattered glass everywhere.

The airbags had gone off during the crash but now they were popped because of the sharp twigs on the tree branches. The airbag pop scared them all. Harry jumped up in his seat and hit his head on the ceiling.

"MOVE THE CAR!" Harry screamed.

"I GOT IT, DAMMIT!" Ron yelled while clutching his now broken wand and pushing the gas pedal.

The tires creaked and screamed as they tried to get moving. The tree held them in its grasp and wouldn't let them go.

The tree then started shifting and it seemed as if it was pulling back to hit something or throw something.

"NOW'S YOUR CHANCE!"

Ron let go of the gas pedal and pushed with all his might on the other. They went backwards off the tree and onto the ground.

"W-We're safe." Ron coughed because the smoke which came from the now battered engine.

They weren't out of the woods yet.

The tree now was completely setting up for death when Harry looked back at it. It was stretched back as far as it could go and was just about to release.

Ron had his eyes closed in happiness and wasn't looking.

Harry grimaced and slammed his foot onto Ron's which was on the back pedal.

"OWCH! What was that for?!"

Harry's quick thinking saved them because right after he pushed the pedal, the tree struck the ground and was coming at them.

Once the car was at an actual safe distance away from the tree, Harry glared at Ron. Ron understood.

They were then thrown out of the car from underneath their bottoms. Harry landed head first into the muddy grass while Ron landed on his back.

The back doors of the car when opened and threw Hedwig, who had returned to the back seat, and Ron's rat into the lawn.

The truck was then opened and all of their articles of clothing were strewn across the grass, now dirty, and their luggage cases hit the ground with force.

Harry and Ron stood dumbfounded at the car as it drove away into the Forbidden Forest.

"What is with today?"

"Somebody really doesn't want us here at Hogwarts."

They picked up their clothing with sad faces and stuffed them in their cases. They grabbed their animals and rolled their cases to the entryway of Hogwarts in shame.


THERE, AS A SORRY FOR MY ABSENCE YOU GET A 1,500k WORD AMOUNT EXTRA.

Bruh, I feel like there'd be too much Natsu if I put him in the next chapter. Please tell me if you'd think that this is the case.

When I say something like 'snapped his neck' I don't mean that they died. I mean that they moved their neck really quickly to look at someone/something. I may possibly kill someone by snapping their neck but I'd be very slow and you'd know that I killed them.

My mom says that she doesn't want to park in the belly of the beast, it leads up to having to walk over one hundred meters to get to the store entrance.

NO, THIS BOOK IS NOT OVER. It's obviously going to come back and destroy Hogwarts. I wouldn't just leave you hanging with it over like this.

I am always open to suggestions.

I hope you have a nice night, day, morning, afternoon, or picnic.

Bye.